Yeah, Friday the Thirtieth just doesn’t have the same ring to it. Today, despite the fact that Bly hasn’t remembered to nag, I added 700 words to Semantics. I had asked her opinion, she said she didn’t feel it was missing anything. But I felt it needed a little more, and my writing is the […]
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What was I going to say? I don’t remember. Oh, now I do. Today was the deadline, I was to have decided if I was adding to Semantics or not. And the decision is–yes. I think it needs a wee bit more. Once the decision was made, however, I was supposed to stop working on
“Can you work a little harder at being annoying?” I asked. A little harsh, yeah, but you have no idea what she was up to before that weary sarcasm slipped from me. “I can,” Hope answered, “if you want me to.” She’s so mine. 19,305 words. That’s about 600 of forward progress. *sigh* yes, Hope
Tonight was the potluck dinner at my group, before we break for July. I knew it was coming, I’ve known it was coming. I knew what I was making–my to-die-for chocolate chip cookies–and I knew how long it took to make them. I should, since I make them at least every other potluck because they
Couldn’t figure out what time it was to save my life today. Hope had a dentist appt at 1300, and I left the house at 1235. With the need to hit the ATM before I went to the dentist’s office. Then I went to work for a bit, got there about 1430 (Bly tells me)
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I love the organic way my stories grow. I do think about the plots some, but not that much. It’s more a matter of casting my play with interesting people–then writing down what they do. BJ thinks it’s hysterical that I write that way. She knows how it ends before she begins. Bly thinks it’s
I thought it was a natural assumption. For at least ten years, when Grandma said be there at four, it was because we were having dinner with them. Oops. I blame Hope. She wanted to make a phone call, I told her to call my grandparents. She told Grandma she was calling to make arrangements