I haven’t started working today and I can’t figure out if it’s a bad sign (ie, the book is still screwed up and what I wrote yesterday is not right, and thus I don’t want to work on it) or if it’s just that I got up a little late and did a rather extensive Pilates set which pushed my work-start-time later than I like it to be and if that has set me off wrong. I *think* it’s the latter, compounded by the impulse, when I sat down at…
Tag: writing
still wibbling
Still wibbling over that coat. I probably won’t buy it, but I put it in my shopping basket so I could pretend, precioussss. (And aww, jeez, they have the beautiful geometry skirt in a blue which, if it is accurately represented, is pretty much my favorite shade. But what the bloody hell would I do with a dramatic sateen skirt?) Today was at least nominally a good writing day. I got about 3700 words done, and I think most of them are the right words. I hope so. I’m getting…
I figured it out!
Today I figured out what was wrong with the book! And the best part is, I only have to go back about two and a half chapters to fix it, and most of what I’ve written can be kept, it just needs to be shuffled around and revised a little. It is not impossible that I will finish the book on time! (It’s maybe not likely, because that would be some pretty intensive writing, but it’s not impossible!) The solution? The stakes were, in fact, not high enough. I got…
it’s friday?
Going to Dublin for three days when day one is a Sunday throws off my already not very firm grasp of what day it is even further. I’m completely convinced it’s Tuesday. Fortunately for me, rather than having to find something pithy to say, I can just point you at Laura Anne Gilman, who has made an extremely salient statement about the writing life. Also, one almost always needs the lesser amount of peanut butter one gets out to eat with one’s apple. I invariably think ‘that can’t be enough’…
thinks I’ve done
Today hasn’t been the blue blazes writing glory I hoped it would be after a week off. I’ve tapped out about 1700 words, and some of them came easily, but I still seem to have a sense of unease about the book. I’ve gotten a deadline extension to the 16th of March if necessary, so I’m not freaked out, just uncomfortable, and I’m going to print it out tonight and tomorrow’s work will be reading it (probably twice) and seeing about making Hard Choices. I just don’t feel like the…