I did not email a reminder, and I think only one or maybe two people have not sent me a page back. Of course, it is 10am here, which means it’s not actually Thursday for anybody’s practical definition of the word in the States, where I think just about all of these people are. It’s possible I’ll get one or two more colored pages by this evening in the US, but I’m gonna go ahead and set up a poll and see what people think now anyway, ’cause I WANNA.…
Spanish?
Not only did I finish the first chapter yesterday, it ends in a place that drives my main character straight into action. Thank freebing God. I may survive this proposal yet! (This is me Not Thinking about what else I have to do once the proposal is done.) Anyway, it’s really nice to feel like I’m on the right track there. Man. Writing is hard. Let’s go shopping. Ted (who has been working so many many many hours, poor guy) brought me home a flyer for a community college sort…
threw it out, started again…
I’ve been sitting here for days going nowhere with the first chapter of HANDS OF FLAME. This morning I threw out what I had and started again, switching to the other viewpoint character instead of the one who starts the first two books (but tied the openings to all three together by using a line very similar to HoS’s first line (which may be too kitschy, but which works for me for the moment) even though the viewpoint character had changed), and I’ve written some 1300 words this morning. This…
laid-back day
I’m feeling very mellow, due to having stayed up far too late last night. I’m not accomplishing much, or at any great rate of speed, but I did at least manage to finally call the bank and ask what happened to the check I deposited in May (I’ve been meaning to do this since July), so they’re investigating that. I also paid bills, thanks to ‘s helpful Western Unioning. If I’m very together I might call my bank in Alaska tonight and actually talk to a live human person about…