I've got my love interest right, now...and how! Scenes are opening up faster than I can get notes down.
Yahoo!
Friday, January 25, 2008
Thinking, and thinking too much
These...God, is it really weeks?...away from my WIP have brought a few things to the front of my mind. Some are flaws in my Master Plan, some are niggling doubts that I'm tempted to ascribe to inactivity. The profession that I have chosen for my Handsome Fella is wrong, I think. And the way they meet sets up a permanent conflict that I'm not sure can be resolved the way I would ask my readers to believe. So I have a new plan for him, and I'm going to try that out a bit and see how it feels.
I got a few hundred words yesterday, and I'm at home today, so I'm planning a few hundred more. Still have my sights set on that 30% mark!!
I got a few hundred words yesterday, and I'm at home today, so I'm planning a few hundred more. Still have my sights set on that 30% mark!!
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
A Hand to Hold
Today is about my writing, come what may.
Except for, yanno, customers and high-priority Work Stuff. (G)
But I'm in a chair in front of my computer and I have scenes stirring behind my eyes, and that feels awfully good.
I'm aiming to cross the 30% mark today.
UPDATE, 4:30 pm
Have so far written the word "My."
Have sold two kick-ass gaming boxes, received, checked, labelled and put away three shipments, and taken about 20 phone calls. Listened to complaints from a technician about the new line of computer cases that (apparently) are hateful and inadequate. I have left nine messages, I have collected some money and I have eaten almost a whole box of swiss cheese crackers. I've browbeaten one RMA department into returning some software I did not order even though the invoice clearly states that there are no returns on software. (I didn't ORDER it, for chrissakes!) I have rearranged half the store - DID NOT mean to get into that but we were fast running out of shelf space. Oh, and DH stopped by with Pebbles, so I stopped to kiss her neck a dozen times.
I still need to place five hardware orders, pay my Visa, and clear off co-worker's desk before she comes back tomorrow and finds all kinds of crap tossed there for lack of a tidier destination.
And so I have written one. word.
And such is the road to hell.
Except for, yanno, customers and high-priority Work Stuff. (G)
But I'm in a chair in front of my computer and I have scenes stirring behind my eyes, and that feels awfully good.
I'm aiming to cross the 30% mark today.
UPDATE, 4:30 pm
Have so far written the word "My."
Have sold two kick-ass gaming boxes, received, checked, labelled and put away three shipments, and taken about 20 phone calls. Listened to complaints from a technician about the new line of computer cases that (apparently) are hateful and inadequate. I have left nine messages, I have collected some money and I have eaten almost a whole box of swiss cheese crackers. I've browbeaten one RMA department into returning some software I did not order even though the invoice clearly states that there are no returns on software. (I didn't ORDER it, for chrissakes!) I have rearranged half the store - DID NOT mean to get into that but we were fast running out of shelf space. Oh, and DH stopped by with Pebbles, so I stopped to kiss her neck a dozen times.
I still need to place five hardware orders, pay my Visa, and clear off co-worker's desk before she comes back tomorrow and finds all kinds of crap tossed there for lack of a tidier destination.
And so I have written one. word.
And such is the road to hell.
Friday, January 18, 2008
Still Here
I've been away from my keyboard too much this month and I hate it.
I do, however, have some new insights into the development of a major relationship, including where this relationship is at the *end* of the story.
I also understand better now why my MC is so angry at her (dead) husband, and I've begun to see the true extent of the guilt she has carried since the accident that took him.
More than that, I'll save for the actual WIP, freshly entitled:
A HAND TO HOLD
I do, however, have some new insights into the development of a major relationship, including where this relationship is at the *end* of the story.
I also understand better now why my MC is so angry at her (dead) husband, and I've begun to see the true extent of the guilt she has carried since the accident that took him.
More than that, I'll save for the actual WIP, freshly entitled:
A HAND TO HOLD
Sunday, January 13, 2008
Joanna Bourne, and The Spymaster's Lady
There's a contest over at Jen's blog for a signed copy of Jo's new book! Get thee hence!
Friday, January 11, 2008
Look who came to visit!
These guys thought it was a good day to hang out at my house, too. Seven of them!
A day at home
Hello, fellow writers and moms!
Things have been busy and stressful and sleepless and there has been little-to-no-time for anything other than the absolutely necessary. Life does that sometimes, and that's all right. I can handle it.
But I am letting myself off the hook today. I am tidying up the last of the post-holiday mess, and I am playing aqua-doodle and Little People. I am baking cheddar cheese bread with jalapeno peppers and sundried tomatoes. I am still in my pyjamas at 1 pm, and I am staying far away from that bathroom scale. Today is about me and the kids, and when wonderful husband comes home, it'll be about him too. And maybe a movie and some buttery popcorn.
Things have been busy and stressful and sleepless and there has been little-to-no-time for anything other than the absolutely necessary. Life does that sometimes, and that's all right. I can handle it.
But I am letting myself off the hook today. I am tidying up the last of the post-holiday mess, and I am playing aqua-doodle and Little People. I am baking cheddar cheese bread with jalapeno peppers and sundried tomatoes. I am still in my pyjamas at 1 pm, and I am staying far away from that bathroom scale. Today is about me and the kids, and when wonderful husband comes home, it'll be about him too. And maybe a movie and some buttery popcorn.
Friday, January 04, 2008
Back to Real Life
Can you spot the theme, here?
Scenario One:
Big family dinner (is there another kind?) at my parents' house. Uncle watches me lay Pebbles down on the carpet, preparing to change her diaper. He turns to my Dear Loving Husband, and asks, "So, is she a good eater?"
replies DLH: "She's getting to be. She was only about 110 lbs when I met her."
Hmmph.
Scenario Two:
New Years' Eve at our house. I have offered a snack to my little sister, who is thirteen, 5"4 and 95 lbs.
Me: "Toast?"
Her: "No, I don't really like bread."
Me: "You don't like bread? Well, that'll keep you thin."
- Pause -
Her: "So, you must really like bread, hunh?"
Me: "Oh, yes, I love br...HEY!"
Brat.
So anyway.
Pebbles has finally broken the 20lb barrier! She was 20 lbs from March to December, and finally weighed in at 21 on Christmas Day. I bet my DLH that she'd lose it by the next day, and lost. 21 lbs at 21 months. Go, Pebbles, my little firecracker!
My word goal for this months is utterly unrealistic, what with Everything, including my company's year end and the fact that I haven't written anything in THREE DAYS. The drought ends tonight.
For supper: Lasagne. For lunch: one overripe banana.
Scenario One:
Big family dinner (is there another kind?) at my parents' house. Uncle watches me lay Pebbles down on the carpet, preparing to change her diaper. He turns to my Dear Loving Husband, and asks, "So, is she a good eater?"
replies DLH: "She's getting to be. She was only about 110 lbs when I met her."
Hmmph.
Scenario Two:
New Years' Eve at our house. I have offered a snack to my little sister, who is thirteen, 5"4 and 95 lbs.
Me: "Toast?"
Her: "No, I don't really like bread."
Me: "You don't like bread? Well, that'll keep you thin."
- Pause -
Her: "So, you must really like bread, hunh?"
Me: "Oh, yes, I love br...HEY!"
Brat.
So anyway.
Pebbles has finally broken the 20lb barrier! She was 20 lbs from March to December, and finally weighed in at 21 on Christmas Day. I bet my DLH that she'd lose it by the next day, and lost. 21 lbs at 21 months. Go, Pebbles, my little firecracker!
My word goal for this months is utterly unrealistic, what with Everything, including my company's year end and the fact that I haven't written anything in THREE DAYS. The drought ends tonight.
For supper: Lasagne. For lunch: one overripe banana.
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