I should, but I don’t really know what to say. Stumbling forward on the smut challenge–the beginning is always hard for me, because no matter how I’ve built (not so thoroughly this time *shifty look* ) it’s never enough. I forget things like putting “Earl” and “Reming” together to see if they sound good. (They […]
So. Two weeks off from work. Of course there were holidays in there, so it wasn’t all my time (I like holidays. For about an hour. Maybe two, if I get good presents. Which I did. I showed you my pen–you oughtta see my squid!) Anyway. Holidays can be fun, but they get in the
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Or so I hope, anyway. The list is long, the vacation getting shorter by the minute. Something needs to work. So, in order of completion: morning coffee (hey, it’s a requirement) healthy breakfast (Yogurt Cheerios) PubYe rounds TSR rounds Blog (in progress) Watch for progress! Get dressed. No task, however small, is a gimme today.
Editing is a very difficult practice. It’s like when you’re riding, and you put your horse to a jump they don’t want to do. That horse is going to try to veer off, and it takes a strong rider to convince a horse to go where she wants rather than where the horse wants. Muses,
Because at the actual end of the year I never feel like doing this… I started 2009 editing Ben. I did okay–it took forever, but I got it in a shape where I could have whipped it into a real book. Then (in March) I got a partial request for Taro and had to write
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Or re-direction, or something. Big girls do cry. They also swear, if they like. Then they stand the hell up and get on with it. If at first you don’t succeed, throw a fit. Then get back to work. So I’ll be finishing up Fidelis soon. Paranormal YA steampunk set in a fictional Prague FTW!
Yep, I’m sick. Damn it. Since I last checked in, I edited a scene of Joss and wrote most of another, but can’t get my brain to function to finish it. I’ve written a bit more on Fidelis each day, and am now at about 30,000 words. But right now my brain won’t touch it.
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