I hate the way I feel when I’m not in a book. Half-alive at best, and no one seems to understand. I’m resisting jumping into the next book, trying to get some things done around the house, re-connect with some beloved people, live a bit of real life. But I feel like most of me […]
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I’m going to get on my soapbox, just for a little while. This was taken from a report on CNN.com, about a rift in the Anglican Communion, which I know very little about, but I’m going to comment anyway. Because it’s another group sticking their nose into what really shouldn’t matter to anyone but those
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BJ and I met for lunch, and as is usual in our discussions, worked out some kinks. You may remember I’d not gotten very far, before I ran into a wall on the new Eve manuscript. I figured out, in talking to her, that it’s because I’ve changed things so much. I need to give
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Though I spent hours staring at it tonight, I didn’t write a word on the new attempted manuscript. (Okay, it probably wasn’t hours. I kept wandering off. Rafe and Taro is a really great story, very fun to read when I should be doing something…) Anyway. I did manage to make one change that should
Not even the 187,400 some words I gave up on editing, and tossed. Scratch that, start over. I’m a big girl. I can handle it. I’m not even in mourning. (Yet.) The words aren’t really gone, of course. I’m just not looking at them. As BJ told me (I’m so glad she’s around to tell
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No, seriously. Ask me. I’m thirty-five today. Whoopty-doo. I can’t even think of anything else to say. 187,400 is the word count. That’s a pretty significant cut. But I don’t care, and I can’t even face opening it. My dog wants out. Again. Friday night is the one-year anniversary of the last time my husband