I woke Ted up and cried on him and told him everything that happens in the hundred pages I’ve written since he read the manuscript, and he opined that the thing my main character does that I’m not comfortable with is in fact exactly what she should and in fact has to do. He came up with a couple of good ideas that help explain something else, and then he made dinner and re-arranged the living room. Ted is a hero. So what I’m doing now is going back through…
wish me luck
4800 words (or more) needed today. The idea is slightly overwhelming (I maintain 3K days better than 5K days over the distance). All encouraging comments will be met with love and gratitude. eta: ok, after two hours and two hundred words, I need to figure out whether the problem is that I just don’ wanna, or if I’ve screwed up. Usually this kind of reluctance is a sign of having screwed up, but if I have I don’t know what the hell to *fix*. The obvious “this is the scene…
defeated by my brain
My brain apparently had a good talking-to by my body, or vice versa, because I went out the door and walked up the twenty feet to the post office, dropped mail in the outgoing box, and continued up the hill, proceeding to take myself on a three mile walk. I’m actually sort of grateful for the coup, but if I’d known I was going to stage one I’d have worn something more comfortable for walking in than jeans. Still, I got some exercise! Got home a couple minutes ago and…
triumph or disaster?
It’s two fifteen in the afternoon and I’m still in my pajamas. I know there are people for whom that statement is the culmination of a life-long dream. It screams, “I’m working for myself! I’m my own boss! Nobody on the internet knows you’re a dog!” For me it’s mostly an indication of an utter failure to achieve things in an ideal order. First I rolled over and slept an extra twenty-five minutes, time in which I really should’ve been showering. Then I’d forgotten I needed to brown the lambshank…
kitty cats and writing
If any of my Seattle-based friends are looking for a cat, perhaps check out ‘s plea for a kitty in search of a home. If you’re not in search of a cat yourself but have an LJ with Seattle readers, maybe pass this on. She sounds like a very sweet cat. 3100 words so far this morning. There’s a writers’ group meeting at 1pm in the city centre, and I’m torn on whether to go. I want to, but right now I’m on my hour-long lunch break, and if I…