“I love you, Mama,” Young Indiana said as we ate lunch, and then leaned over. I leaned over to kiss him and he said, “Ah ah ah! I will do it!” and kissed my cheek. Pretty hard to be anything other than happy when you’ve got that kind of sweetie boy. :) Beyond that, however, I’m pleased to report that the agent likes the PADYA proposal, and while we haven’t decided our plan of attack yet, I’m exceedingly glad he likes it and am really looking forward to figuring out…
Tag: writing
Frozen :)
I made Ted watch Frozen last night, for the value of ‘made’ which means we checked the running time of Pacific Rim and it was too long and so he put Frozen on instead. :) He really liked it, of course, and thought all the bad bits were bad but that overall it was terrific (and actually the bad bits are growing on me; I just watched it with Young Indiana, too), but five minutes in he was going “Holy cow, that young with that much power?” and ten minutes…
typing
So I type very fast. The last time I did a computer-based typing test, which was, jeez, nearly 20 years ago, I typed about 130 words per minute, and I haven’t gotten any slower. The first time I became aware of how odd my typing sounds was at home one afternoon ten or fifteen years ago when my mom said “What’s that sound?” and I stopped typing to listen and couldn’t hear anything and she said “It stopped” and I said “Huh, I donno,” and started typing again and she…
thirty directions at once
Despite it all meaning nothing, I may have accidentally-like written 2000 words on the PADYA last night (in 90 minutes, which is spectacularly fast for the first fly-by on a project). _And_ I included descriptions! :) It’s not the opening chapter (and here I sing Scrivener’s praises again, because it’s just a scene in a file that I can move to wherever it needs to go when I get that far), though I expect it to be early enough in the book to be useful for a proposal. I hope.…
cognitive dissonance
So last night I was at my usual working space, trying to hammer out the synopsis for the post-apocalyptic dystopian young adult novel (forevermore referred to as PADYA) and I realize that the group of young adults at the table next to me is discussing (and utterly slaughtering) the plot of HUNGER GAMES. I don’t know which was worse, the total cognitive dissonance of trying to create my own PADYA while listening to the rehash of another at my side, or having to stifle the urge to leap up and…