For some reason I’ve got this blast from the past story stuck in my head this morning, so I’m going to write about it instead of working on my book. :) My last year of college we were hanging out at our apartment with a couple friends. For some reason I mentioned having worked for several years at Cook Inlet Processing, a cannery out in North Kenai. “Really,” said Brent, an East Coast guy I’d known for three or four or five years at that point. “I worked there for…
well, that’s…better.
That didn’t work exactly how I hoped it would. Reading the first 6.5 chapters (which is as much as I had written) determined that the first three were really incredibly bad. Not all of them, but big chunks. So I cut out the big chunks, which proved to be…oh, I don’t know. More than a chapter. Probably about a chapter and a half. 20 or more pages out of like 40 or 45. (Oi.) And rearranged and rewrote and ended up about 1300 words short of where I’d been this…
the morning report
I am, even as I type, printing out the 89 pages of HOUSE OF CARDS manuscript I have written. *pauses to do this, so what I’m saying is true* Ok, there, it’s printing. My goal today is to go through the rough, which has to be done on paper, not screen, and…fix things. Rewrite what I’ve got, add scenes, spend as much time as necessary writing notes in the margins about things I had ideas for while doing HoS revisions. I hope that at the end of the day I…
tired
I am tired. I got up far earlier than I’ve been accustomed to in order to go to Blackrock yesterday. Beeeooooteeful morning. I was glad to be out in it. :) I didn’t really properly admire the weather on the way up, immersed as I was in ‘s THE FIRST BETRAYAL, which took a traditional fantasy plot and turned it on its ear utterly unexpectedly. I wanted the next one immediately. *looks hopefully at * Since I didn’t have it, I was obliged to read ‘s HIS MAJESTY’S DRAGON, which…
cheerful me
Man. I should be outside playing in the sunshine, but I’m all tuckered out. We walked down to the store, so I did get some exercise in, and then I reaaaaaaaalllllllllly didn’t want to walk down to the post office. Ted, my hero of the revolution, made use of a magical device called a telephone, thus making it unnecessary for me to walk to the post office, so I’ve been sitting around like a sleepy slug all afternoon. Except for the part when I made cookies. That wasn’t slug-like! :)…