Agh. Major, major re-write. Met BJ for lunch and ended up spending five hours going over the plot, step by step, because it just doesn’t work for her. Or for me. Once she pointed out the problems. I feel sorry for any creative person who doesn’t have a friend who can say, “wait, that’s not […]
I’m late blogging, I know. It’s BJ’s fault. We were IMing and she mentioned (again, we’ve talked about it before) getting the main characters of our current projects together. Those two young men would be very good for each other. And very bad for those around them, quite possibly. She sparked me. She does that.
I added nearly a thousand words to my “finished” manuscript today. 51,891. But now my eyes are crossing. More tomorrow. Maybe.
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I wrote 58 words today. Well, more, I also cut a few sentences. Now the editing begins. BJ read it. She read ALL of it, though it tied her in knots to be at the computer that long. I feel bad. But I also feel very, very good. She knew she should stop. And she
Sugar plums, my sore ass. I’m dreaming of book deals. I wrote FIVE THOUSAND words today. Oh, yeah–and the end of my book. The end total, unedited, is 50,899. I will actually have to add to that, rather than cut, there are a few things that need to be there and aren’t. They are important,
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Sometimes, if you’re lucky and you’ve put in the practice and the effort and you give it all you’ve got, you just know you’ve got it right. I got a scene today. I hadn’t planned it. It was so good it drove me from my computer, while it unfolded. I can’t explain that to a
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42,170, not bad. Especially considering I spent several hours chasing down the last of my Christmas shopping. A good five hundred of those words may disappear tomorrow, though. I dreamed up the scene and wrote it, and it’s good–but I’m not sure it’s necessary. And if not–snip, snip! Must’nt pad the story, after all. Call
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