Writing Life

Well, I’ve gone over them once. Thirty pages, all ironed out with the suggestions of all three betas. And I spent a couple hours in the Chat Cave. Hey, I’ve got a great bunch of friends gathered. I don’t want them wandering off ’cause I neglected them, either. I’m trying to stop doing that. But, […]

Yeesh. Fifteen pages. I was hoping to do thirty a day–and I’m certainly capable of it–but after the stresses of the day…well, fifteen is what I managed. I think I may have set a bad goal, anyway. I want to be ready to submit soon. So why the heck am I hurrying? Much better to

I was going to start editing tonight, but I can’t. My head hurts and it’s hard to connect words. So I’m getting ready. I’ve printed out the suggestions of my betas, and written them on the hard copy Bly spent the last few days going over. I’ve been thinking, as best I can, about what

Yay for Monday.  Wasn't that fun? 'Kay.  Now we got that out of the way…  Lessee.  Dang, but my life is boring when I'm not writing.  Cooked dinner, did dishes, started another book… Mweh.  Pass, Time!  And hurry up about it! Clearly I vacation as well as Taro and Eve. 

Done, done, done, DONE!!!  Flame is DONE!!! Now I get to spend a few days pretending to care about real life. (hee hee, I got smileys…)

On second thought, don’t. So I’ve been busting ass how long, trying to get the recalcitrant, contrary Flame stuffed into her story by the deadline? The deadline being March. Note the lack of a day in that sentence. Last night I emailed my friend, who just happens to be the editor. I told her I

I don’t know why it happens. Maybe it goes back to when I was sitting in the dining room, scribbling notes and such before or after my fast-food shift. Whatever the reason, I’m grateful. And I need to remember not to fight it. I get great ideas in fast-food restaurants. So. Note to self: when