Writing Life

Progress!  I’m stopping on page forty-four.  I just can’t bear to look at it any more tonight. Hey, I’ve been working on it all day.  I only broke away to do laundry, cook dinner, clear the table off, chase the kid, the dog, the hamster–no, wait.  No hamster.  Must have been the bird. Yeah. Damn, […]

Well…I did edit.  I’m on *blush* page four. Hey, this is hard going!  I’ve made a lot of changes I’m pretty happy with, and written a lot of “in the margins” stuff–the things I know happen, to explain what I choose to show the reader–and I think it’s going well. Except it’s 1420 and I

Right, let’s see here.  Spring?  No.  No springy.  But I AM up.  And I got up at a quarter after seven, and I wasn’t miserable to do so.  That’s progress.  Yesterday it was nearly nine. So far today I’ve…fed the animals, let the dog out, made coffee, begun drinking coffee, filled my pretty sugar tin

Okay, this is it–the very first time I attempted to write down a story.  Remember the little green composition books we got in school?  Well, apparently I salvaged my little brother’s Health notebook to write in.  I was, I believe, twelve. Are you ready for this? Jorb flicked his cigarette into the grass and put

No, I’m afraid I didn’t SPRING out of bed ready to get to work again.  More like dragged out by a nagging sense of duty and an unfortunate knowledge of what happens when I don’t let the dog out fast enough.  But I DID get up. And here I am.  I’ll get back to work

I woke up at 0530. Yep, first day of vacation.  On work days I get up at 0700.  Weekends usually about that, maybe a little later.  I try not to turn my schedule upside down just to right it again by Monday. But today Taro woke me up at 0530.  Oh, I resisted, don’t think

Oh, sure, now I can see the problems, after reading 250+ hooks… But darn it, I thought it was a pretty good hook!   It’s here , if you’d like to check it out.  Click on “Show Original Post” to see my hook, and Miss Snark’s response.  And leave a comment, please?  I was hoping