God, but THE PRETENDER’S CROWN is a big book. I’ve gone through over 300 pages now (and cut 15 or 20. I’m hoping to discover, when I read my editor’s suggestions on things to cut, that she’s got *different* places to cut from. I don’t know that I can manage to strike the 100 pages that /Jenn thinks would be ideal, but if I could get up to 50 or even *pipe dreams* 70, that would be fantastic), and I’ve just reached the enormously climactic scene that sets everything up…
Tag: weight loss
whinging, as warned, about no sweets
Today I have had the thought, “I could make a batch of cookies and just eat two!” more than once. Then I have faced reality. It’s possible I might just eat two today. I might be able to be that good. And I might say I’ll just eat two tomorrow. However, tomorrow–and let’s assume I’m really being good–I will *actually* have two for dessert after lunch, and then after dinner say, “Well, that was two after lunch, but this is dinner, so I can have two now!” And that’s the…
…eeegh.
The lovely Interloper Kitty who lives next door has come into our back yard and has found a stiff, dead Quite Large Mouse or Very Small Rat and is now extremely gleefully bouncing and writhing around the patio with it. My own cats are hunched at the back door, glowering in envy. I am entering Day Seven of No Sweets. I have, with literally no other changes to my behavior, lost 3.4 pounds. Some of this is probably dehydration, though, because I’ve also come down with a head cold and…
concerts & junk food
It isn’t particularly easy to travel, even short distances like into Dublin and back, without eating an incredible amount of junk food. Bus stations and things don’t have a lot that’s especially good for you, or not laden with sugar. None the less, I managed to get through the weekend without sugar, because I maintain that the cereal I had which tasted exactly like Cracker Jacks was not intentionally a sugar binge. Anyway, so that’s three days down, and hopefully this week will be a bit easier in the cravings…
hsm.
One of my short stories isn’t working. I’ve approached it wrong, and I don’t know if it matters enough to come at it again from a different angle. Or, perhaps, if I’ve got enough of a grasp on it in the first place to make it work. Or, perhaps, if the problem is that I spent yesterday sleeping and today cleaning and haven’t actually tried hard enough to make it work. I may give it another stab tomorrow. I hope it works; my well of short stories does not run…