Wednesday, November 20, 2013

By Odin's Unseeing Eye...

This last weekend was shit. Not only did I not write Sunday but I found a bug in my hair on Saturday. My toilet was clogged. Then I had a pukefest early Sunday morning for little to no reason. I also came to the conclusion this book is probably never going to actually become anything. It’s affecting the writing – or at least I hope that is what is affecting the writing. I just ain’t got it. I am still struggling to get back the mo that jo’d off somewhere. I am still typing to myself – which is never a good sign. Case in point:

After the figure moved away from the trees and into the white expanse of the meadow she could make out black trousers. On his head was a brown hat but glints of gold beneath the brim caught the sunlight with each long legged stride. Oh god. Wintry wonderland. Something fucking shoot me.

By the time she turned the last corner into the hall she was walking up at her full height oh god what am I doing, her chin in the air, her back very straight, the firm line of her walk oh god when will writing be easy again - something about her posture only wrecked a little by the fact she was holding onto herself tightly because of the cold. Jesus help me

Something black to the side caught her eye and she almost cried out in shock. Only the upright wheel gave the hint that the item she was looking at, a black box accordioned down to only a few feet high? What the fuck I am shit today. It's a carriage or what oughta be a carriage but its fucked is what I'm trying to say.

These are actual paragraphs in my manuscript. Do not judge me – I am trying to just write write writewritewrite and not let the story get away from me or to pause and think and write super pretty sentences. I just try and get the structure, the feeling of what I want each paragraph to say. I can make it work later – but… but…. This is the worst. I’ve never still been writing “you suck god this is shit” to myself in the paragraphs this late in the game. I have a character named Lady Whatever. That’s not good either. I’m usually awesome at names.

But I swear upon Odin’s unseeing eye, by the power of Greyskull and upon the pillars of the Grey Havens, I will finish this book to its bitter, unsellable end. Just to finish it. I will not abandon it and let it be another unfinished stone that lay against my heart. Knocking against all the other stones against my heart. Jesus, this is maudlin.

I am now dangerously behind. I have to write 2,859 words a day to finish in time (this would be the 25th as I am going up North for Thanksgiving on the 27th and I gotta pack and make my apartment presentable and we know that I will be doing that on the 26th.) I must do this for many reasons. First: no computer access up north. Or no reliable access, that is. Second: turkey coma. I have NEVER managed to write when I go up there. And I never write when I come back. It’s just the way things are. Third: Thankgiving is so late this year, it will be December before I come back. So, the 25th it is.

So I go forth. I write. I hope you are doing well, my friends. Or not writing to yourself at least.

Wednesday, November 13, 2013

Panoply of Parentheticals

So the thing I forgot to extol in my last blog post was that last weekend was a 4 day weekend for me. Sadly, I did not take as full advantage of it as I could. 

However- I am only about 1k or so off my goal so I’m not gonna stress out too much. Plus, I just cut a good ¼” off my fingernails – so my typing speed and accuracy should be much improved. Not to mention the pain factor.

They were even long than this.

 I’ve also earned some points on Amazon (please don’t ask me how – this blog isn’t about self-flagellation) and I ordered the DVD set I’ve been dreaming of- it has Persuasion*, Sense and Sensibility and Miss Austen Regrets all together from the 2007 Season of Austen. Then I flat out bought the Northanger Abbey DVD. I have taken to “watching” movies in the background as I write while I’m in composition mode in Scrivener. I find I’m able to drown them out as easily as I can music. And sometimes I put off the writing when I want to watch a movie and read (Yes, I also have a movie on in the background when I read. Don’t judge me. I live alone and can’t stand silence.) 

So now I let myself turn on a movie. I’m still doing very well – writing 2k a day, usually within an hour and a half - and I have about another 6 chapters of outline. (No way that will turn in to fewer than 10 chapters. I don’t judge chapter lengths so well.)

Tonight... I came home and wrote this blog post... and I am flagging. I think I need a nap. We'll see if I get up and write. I can't tell you what the reason for this post was other than the amusing gifs and the parentheticals. Reason enough to nap before I write, eh?


*I know. I know. The ending is utter shit. I hate it. I loathe it. Jane would probably like to come back from the dead and beat the director over the head and naughty parts for having Anne run around Bath like a harlot. The kiss is the worst ever committed to film.

Thursday, November 7, 2013

The Most Wonderful Time of the Year

So ya’ll know I do this at least once a year. I haven’t been writing or editing or livin’ my dreams, and I just let the blog go. We’ve been there. We’ve done that. Let us just get on to the blog post and forget the unpleasantness, shall we?

It’s that time again. The most wonderful time of the year. Christmas? Christmas you say? No. November. More specifically, NaNoWriMo. You know it. You love it. I am actually calling this: NaNoWriMo – The Return Of The Revenge. Because I figured this year’s endeavor needed a title. I attempted to do Camp NaNo in June…. July? What was it? I don’t remember. The less said about that dark and miserable time the better. It was a total fail. I got about 8k but that was it. So yes, I am a NaNo Rebel this year – I am not starting fresh as the driven snow – like I have every other time. My goal is still to write 50K during the month of November, which I hope will be done by the 25th. Another simple truth I am ceding this year: I never write after Thanksgiving….thank God it is at the very last of the month this time. Going up into high altitude and trying to eat my weight in turkey and gravy sucks all my drive and drivel… I come back from my sister’s house and languish.

So this year – I should probably have titled it The Year of Living Sheepishly but that might seem even weirder and more out of context than The Return  of the Revenge. Let me try to explain. I’m thinking bombastic movie title. Like the first was just NaNoWriMo. In that movie, last November, I intended to write a whole novel in 30 days – 3k a day, 90k minimum for the month. That was what I was aiming for. I got more than 80k ad “won” but I didn’t finish the book that month. I don’t think I was done until  February. 

The next year – or rather, next NaNo which was actually Camp NaNo was: NaNoWriMo: The Revenge, when I planned another gothic romance. I only wanted 50k, but I was going to outline the crap out of it and be all writery and stuff. I hadn’t written or done much editing since June. Well. It didn’t happen. I couldn’t figure out what I wanted the story to be, I couldn’t fill in the lines of that outline I wanted and gave up after a few days, sinking back into my former misery and dissipation. 

So this one is NaNoWriMo: the Return of the Revenge – and I am back. Despite the very awesome title, I am not going forward with any major, grand thems. All I want is 50k added to the failed attempt from the NaNo-That-Wasn’t during the summer. An entire novel is not required. Nor is a tight, thrumming outline, strung with glitter and ribbon. I just want to write 2k. Every day. Get back in the groove and feel like a writer again. Today is officially the end of the first week and I have written 2k every day. Probably one of the worst beginnings of any novel I’ve written because I’m so rusty, but I don’t care. I don’t know where this thing is going, if it is sellable, if it is even going to have paranormal elements. I don’t know. The hero is a vampire. What is he doing there if this is just a Victorian romance? I don’t know. I have an orphan heiress. I have the most crumbly and  decrepit house that ever was for the setting. I have a mystery and a bloody dagger. A maid that I don't trust farther than I can throw her. I am just trying to tell myself a story, keep my modest goals and not be too hard on myself. So for all that the Return of the Revenge sounds like a superhero movie, I’m not exactly saving a major metropolis from the scourge of the universe. 

I’m saving that for next year.

Monday, June 3, 2013

Done with Another Major Edit....

You speak truth, LOLkitteh. 

I am not going to ruminate about how hard I've sucked at the work ethic thing lately. I'm just going to ignore the silence of the blog, and tell you that I've finished editing my urban fantasy (whoo to the hoot) and sent it to the two willing betas and inquired about another - so we are on the road to either destruction or Nirvana. We will see.

I feel good. I feel strong. I feel confident. I am foolishly considering writing something for Camp NaNo. That would be kinda dumb, what with the four - no, five completed novels, in various stages of development. But I am tempted.

So tempted.

The problem would be picking a story. I have four of those in various stages of development. The main problem being... they are all framework, no substance. All pudding. No meat. Andja can't haf any phudding if ya don't eachur meat.

And so. Onward. To the next edit. I think I am going to work on the first Gothic Romance - The Vampire Baron. It needs a lot of work.

So I leave you. Ever stalwart. 

Saturday, May 25, 2013


Speak on, my feline compatriot! It's almost like a vacation - four days off work! Four days off work! Well, the paid work. I am taking up the editing work I laid down and making progress. I worked Friday and today, getting another 38k or so edited.

It feels good. It feels right. I feel like a writer. That's a good thing. I feel the stagnant funk of the winter sloughing away like a snake-skin. I actually rose at a decent hour, took a shower... that didn't get me to the actual work of writing any faster. I had a few hours of internet scrolling and then a very brief nap...but considering I didn't finish my editing until after midnight last night, I did far better today.

I have that one labeled "Benedict C shit eating grin." You're welcome.

Now I have notes to write up for someone. *rubs hands together*

Wednesday, May 22, 2013

Happy Blogo-Versary to Me!

Three years and I'm still unpublished! Yay, me!

Ok, that is really fishing for backpats and it's just sad. But it is my blog's third birthday. I celebrated by editing almost 20k in two hours! That is a non-sarcastic Yay, Me!!

I have gotten back on the horse. I began the edits on Dreadlight yesteday, after the horrible discovery that I had messed up my manuscript with various backups - the thought of going back in and trying to piece it together at this point was soul-crushing. But it's got to be done, and so I have begun. It's not too bad, but I feel the missing pieces... in my heart places.

I swore last year would be the year. I edited most of the year. I wrote one book. This year, I have edited... most of the year, and finished the book I began last year. I rather foolishly want to commit to Camp NaNoWriMo in July. But I gotta get these novels edited and queried and what have you. I'm very close to the end with Dreadlight.

Let's hope in another year I've at least attempted to get some more rejection... :) What's that thing about insanity? Doing the same thing and expecting different results?

Sunday, May 19, 2013

Sunday Wrap Up May 19th 2013

I have no business writing a wrap up post for the week - as I did nothing this week. I am ashamed of myself. I will try to do better. I just don't seem to be able to get back into the novel, after the 23k disaster. Every day I have opened the manuscript. Every day has ended without a word being edited.

I desperately want to do Camp NaNo in July. In order to do that, I have to get at least two books edited. I have a month and about 10 days.

This isn't so much a wrap-up post as a promise to myself to meet my goals....

Turner out.

Tuesday, May 14, 2013

The Day of Horrible Happenings

I have thought about addressing days of horrible happenings and how they affect my writing. I know, and see, and hear, the adage that one must write, edit, query, synopsis, regardless of what is going on In one‘s life. One must act as if one’s writing is a professional job, even if, and perhaps especially if, one is not yet a paid professional.
Well, poop.
Yesterday, I discovered that my drop box and my Scrivener were beating each other up behind my back and basically, my editing was being undone even as I saved and manually backed up. It’s a long story, so here is a much better article on it if you wants to know what was going on. (Thanks to Janet M. Carter on Twitter for linking me to that.) I don’t know if I can express the overwhelming sense of loss and frustration, the desire to lay down and be feasted upon by my cat. When the time comes, I know she will be too happy to do away with my rigid corpse. My manuscript, which I thought just needed a bit of a polish, is now in a more ragged state than I could ever have imagined. 

Then I took a gander at the old bank account, because my day wasn’t going downhill fast enough. In retrospect, I guess I’m glad I did, because my $2 US Magazine subscription (yeah, whatever, shut up) suddenly became $87 dollars. I don’t spend $87 on shit. Especially not tabloid shit. (I also have an Entertainment Weekly subscription, also for $2 SHUT UP SHUT UP AND STOP JUDGING ME!) Magazine or newspaper subscriptions are never a good idea. I get fucked over. Every. Time. So I called the 800 number my bank called me, squirmed and got indignant and got it reversed. Since I called the same day, it looks like it got stopped before it even got charged – or it looks ok so far. Fingers crossed.
At this point, I was in no shape for picking up the pages and literally beginning again. I had started a second edit, and man, had it been suh - weet. All gone. All 23,000 words I’d edited on Sunday into slices of delicious, quivering wit were just… cold cuts again. I was in no mood for acting like a grown up with a goal. So instead, I put on movies, went fangirling on Tumblr and ate my feelings with a side of ranch dressing.

They were delicious.

Sunday, May 12, 2013

Sunday Wrap Up May 12,2013

Greetings, fearless readers. I've left the blog lay fallow for a week. A whole WEEK! I have found a real gap in my story and it pulled me up short. I realized that my character doesn't have a background - or at least doesn't appear to in the story. I think it works without it, but her background is one of pretty intense pain and it's rather integral to the story, considering what is going on. I think it will add another layer. I'm just worried about making it seem like I just peppered this stuff in at the last minute. So I started the edit process over again. At 5 AM this morning. Yeah.

Words edited: 37,623
Number of blog posts: 2 - 1 on the book blog, one here
Words on new space opera that really doesn't need to be getting in the way of my other projects: 312
Number of days I edited: 2
Number of days I took a nap: 4
New coffee creamers purchased: 2

And thank you, Lucky for yet another coupon for buying 2 and getting a $1 off. :)

There was another premiere of Star Trek: Into Darkness in New York, and a slew of Benedict Cumberbatch interviews on the tv - thankfully they all found their way to Youtube, as I don't have cable. 

I went ahead and had a Star Trek marathon, as I realized I hadn't seen the movies in forever. I got through all of them... convenient as I was not editing. :( Or reading. :( They were great fun. My favorite is still Star Trek IV: The Voyage Home, where they have to bring whales back from the past to stop a dastardly probe. And of course, the last one, Star Trek: Nemesis. Even if it breaks my heart a little.

Next week must be better. I've been working on a beta for A WEEK. That is ridiculous. I usually read quite a lot, but all I've been doing is coming home and sleeping...then watching movies. The only reading I've done is at work during my lunch hour. So next week - reading, editing, and getting that manuscript to the betas.

Sunday, May 5, 2013

Sunday Wrapup May 5, 2013

I have finished another edit pass of another manuscript. I want to do another quick read/edit before I send it off to the chosen few, but I am one very, very almost satisfied author.

I mean, are we ever done? Are we ever done wondering if our plot is cohesive? If the love story is working? If we have worked hard enough for the rest periods and rested hard enough before the action? 

In a word, no. But for now, I am very, very almost satisfied.

Weekly stats
Edited: 5 of the past 7 days
Words edited: 40,253
Blog posts: 3 - 2 on the writer blog, 1 on the book blog
# of squee-rific ducklings on the pond: 6
Coffee: In-numerable cups
# of Star Trek feels: also In-numerable
New soundtracks: 2

The Star Trek World Premiere was this week. I missed the actual moment, as I was either at work or sleeping... but when I got home, I denied myself the pleasure of endless Benedict Cumberbatch and Zachary Quinto (and let's not forget Karl Eomer Urban) interviews, gifs and images. I edited and wrote a blog post and then I was up way too late doing all of the above. Now please understand: I am a proud Trekkie. It has nothing to do with the men. I grew up on the Trek. I rediscovered the Trek in my 20's when the Next Generation came on the scene and destroyed our hearts and minds with it's science and heart. I think Gene Roddenberry is up there sitting on the right side of Carl Sagan. The fact JJ Abrams was smart enough to hire mens I like to star in it is just a sign of his amazing taste.

I was also saddened to hear that Harper Lee has had to sue her scum-sucking agent for taking advantage of her hearing and sight loss and getting her to sign over (to his very own self) the copyright TO HER ONLY FREAKING BOOK. I say we vote him the very worse person in the world. Right now.

Also, my iPod cannot play "Wild and Untamed Thing" from Rocky Horror Picture Show loud enough.

But, can anything made from mortal hands do so?

Friday, May 3, 2013

What does it need a title for?

I can't believe I haven't blogged since Sunday. Wow. And I've been pretty good on most fronts. I only missed one day of editing, I've done about 28k of edits this week. I'm down to roughly 11k left. I am positive I will get through it this weekend. Then another rough run-through to dot some t's and cross some i's.... wait. Stop that. Reverse it. I even managed to wrangle some poor unsuspecting people to read it. 

I've had two interesting things happen this week. First of all, I cried a couple times reading scenes. This happens occasionally, but I was actually thinking about it this time. I haven't read this book since July of last year, when I edited the holy living demon out of it. Are you some sort of crazy narcissist if you weep tears over the killing of imaginary creatures? Or at the roadblocks you've thrown in lover's paths? OR are you just a very sad individual that has narrowly avoided living in their parent's basement...but who still lives with a cat? I don't know. But I had some waterworks this week. I just hope the betas cry at the right places.

I also have had days where I come gotten to my words-edited-goal for the day and wanted to continue. This has to be a good thing. For the most part, I have resisted, because despite not having read it since July of last year, I have read this thing a whole lot. It is still somewhat familiar. So familiar, I find myself not getting a close enough read and not seeing the clunky-ness of the sentences right in front of my face. I hate coming in the next day, reading over something I've edited already and finding it's still shit.

I am going to try and edit and blog every day this weekend (this being the first, as today is part of my weekend - no work today! Yay!) So you will be hearing from me. Here is to words that aren't shit. :) 

Sunday, April 28, 2013

The Sunday Showdown

It has arrived. It is the end of the week. I said - moons ago - that I was going to start writing a Sunday wrap up blog. I don't think I ever did. Well, let us correct that from now on. Sundays are for reflecting, being held accountable, for listing all that we did during the week.

I wish I was as good this week as last, but I was not. I edited fewer days. :( 

My stats:
Began editing my urban fantasy story
Words edited: 50,061 
Days I edited: 4  (so not good)
Blog posts: including this one, that makes 3 on the writer blog and 1 on the book blog.

Interesting factoid:
I also had more dreams this week and remembered them. I keep a dream journal - but it's hard to always remember my dreams. They often flutter away as if daylight burns them away... they might be vampires- who knows? 

Fangirling of Note:
Iron Man was released this week. The Thor 2 teaser trailer was finally released - after MONTHS of waiting. Loki is in a box and denied hair care products, apparently. I have also been looking at all the Sherlock filming spoiler photos. So far, I have deduced the next season of Sherlock will star a tall, pale English gentleman who wears a long coat, his short friend and uh... I don't want to spoil things, so let's just say there is an illegal ritual performed. :) Those who follow my silly Twitter will know what that means.

Friday, April 26, 2013


Yeah. This week hasn't been so awesome, productivity wise. I am most bummed about my reading slowing down to hardly anything. :( And I need to beta something for someone, too.

I've only edited 13,300 so far this week. Only two days of editing - it is now Friday at 11:20 PM.... I am at least getting in a second blog post...

The only thing I have going for me is that the edit is going super dooper!! I am the worst editor. First off, I spend years before I actually get back to something and edit it. I am great at writing novels and finishing the first draft, just rubbish at actually going back to them. I can never get something readable in one pass. It takes pass after pass after pass of edits before I get anywhere near what I think of as readable. It's so depressing to open something you've edited five times and thought was ok, only to start reading it again and it's shite. Completely unreadable.

So that is what holds me back. The hatred of facing my inadequacy.

This particular book I'm editing has already had a beta round, but just two betas. I wasn't sure it was ready yet, I think I sent it off with a thousand paragraphs of "I hope I'm not wasting your time" - but I got good reviews back.... that said "with some work, this will be really good" - well, they were nicer than that, but it obviously had some problems. It's a relief that everything is falling into place this time.

It only took about 12 drafts.

Wednesday, April 24, 2013

I could never get the hang of Tuesdays

After a glorious week of editing, I kept my new resolve for only one day, and then came Tuesday. I hate Tuesday. I can never get the hang of Tuesdays. I guarantee you, if the Vogons show up to destroy the planet, it will be on a Tuesday. The work day is probably the worst. It’s not Monday, which though a difficult day to get out of bed on, it is vastly different from Saturday and Sunday and so it goes a little faster. Monday actually has something going for it. Unlike Tuesday.
Let me back up. I finished my edit of a fantasy Uny-corn story on Sunday. I fretted and futtered on Monday, not sure what to work on next. The options are: a fantasy-sci-fi mash-up in a dreadful state that’s probably unpublishable, a gothic romance I really love that needs a serious fix and an urban fantasy that’s not in too bad of shape. I decided to go back to the urban fantasy I think has some legs. I even went to the extreme of asking those on Twitter and Facebook to send up prayers and offerings to the Elder Gods that I don’t screw it up.

I went home Monday night and attacked it gamely… I edited the first chapter to within an inch of its life and lo! I was pleased with what I had done. I think it’s probably the best first chapter of anything I’ve ever written. As with most writers, I have a hell of a time with first chapters. But then Tuesday came along and I spent all night napping and watching plane stuff on Youtube. Please don’t ask. It’s a thing. I also got a really bad steam burn on my thumb while warming up some chili.
I had planned to blog on Tuesday, to rave over my fabulous doings of the first chapter… but alas, the napping and the Youtubing. Tuesday. You wretched day. Tonight was supposed to be for blogging on the book blog, but Tuesday even brought the end to the current book I was reading, and I decided I didn’t really like it. I don’t want to review books I don’t like on my book blog. Now my blog schedule is all screwy.
Damn you to hell, Tuesday.

Sunday, April 21, 2013

Finished a Major Edit!

I return to you, fearless readers, victorious. I have finished editing the last 11k of my fantasy novel about the Unicorns. I took it on almost as a recharger, or a practice course. I have hopes for it finding a home one day, but I don't think it's going to blow back an agent's hair or anything. Your basic fantasy tropes aren't having a great time out there in publication land. 

I digress. I am proud of the story. I am proud that I set goals and kept them, at least over this past week. I will continue on, as I have 4 other novels to edit and no less than 4 other story ideas chewing away amidst the cogs, grinders and gears of the magical fiction machine. 

I've been thinking a lot about the writer thing. I have many thoughts I don't put into words, but I thought about this one last night and decided I would write it...and on the internet where it will linger forever, amidst the tubes full of cats and memes. I have taken the writing a little too seriously, maybe. I told myself a few years ago I had to treat it like a job. Maybe that's a good idea, as far as finishing things, having goals and a schedule, etc. But sometimes I get lost amidst the pressure of publishing. I fear what I produce is not always publishable, and I worry, perhaps too soon, about how I measure up to others out there in print. Rather than approach it as the joy of creation, I approach it like there's a noose hanging over the desk that will descend upon me and strangle the life from me if I dare to head hop. I think it's ok to head hop in a first draft. The first draft is the place for a multitude of sins. 

I might try and sin a little more, and then repent in the second draft. :) But for now, we celebrate this small success with memes.

Today is actually the 8th day....

But let's not quibble. I technically just edited 7400 words on the 8th day, because I got started so late. But to me, early Sunday morning is still late Saturday night.

I have a little over 11k to finish this round of edits. I make no promises, but I am going to try hard to finish it tomorrow. Er. Later today. 

Regardless, I have finished my Edit Every Day, Blog Every Day 7 day challenge. The stats are as follows:

Total words Edited: 46,792
Days edited: 6 of the 7
Average words edited per day: 6685
Blogs posts: 7
Pots of tea: 3
Cookies consumed: about 10
Avengers gifs: 4
gifs of John and Sherlock looking at each other: 1

I'd also like to say that I have made a major change. I have kept my studio (apartment) clean for a month. I am normally, and at heart, the worst of slobs. I would move myself to clean when I knew folks were coming over, and not before. I also don't go up in the air unless the floor is lava and don't run unless I am being chased. But I have changed the first personal failing for the better. I even organized my books (still boxed and in the closet, but they are organized) I have kept my clothes hung up, the sink clean, the stove sparkles, the floor is vacuumed and the bathroom is clean. All at the same time. It's nice to have no shame - that people can come over at any time (if anyone ever wanted to come over), or should anything in the apartment need fixing, I don't have to clean the place first before summoning the landlord.

It's like I'm almost a human being.

Shudder the thought.

Saturday, April 20, 2013

Today is the 6th Day

And so do I! We have both risen from the ashes! Er... the shame of not editing yesterday, in my case. I have tried to edit and blog every day for a week. I edited 5 of the last 6, and blogged every day so far, admitting my defeat of Thursday. To make up for it, I got 10k edited today, as opposed to the 7k or so I've been doing.

Yay, me.

I'm also listening to Kiss. Thank goodness for Grooveshark. And Satan for iTunes. I have this thing about owning music. It's amazing to have the online music that you just dial up and listen to for frees. I love free stuff. But there is also that moment in the car, when you just really wanna listen to your jams, you know? I hate the internet  at that moment, because it's not available to me everywhere. And thus the purchasing of music I know I can't live without.

I'm still trying to summon my courage, to see if I dare top off this week of editing and blogging madness by inflicting some of my prose upon ya'll. But I never think anything is edited well enough for the populace at large, thus the year and a half of editing of four novels and not subbing any.

Sometimes, we shoot our own selves in the foot, do we not?

Friday, April 19, 2013

Today is not the 5th day....

That is Tony Stark, judging me. And well he should.

Today is made of fail. Today was not a good day. First of all, I did not edit, and that is totally on me. I could blame it on things... but it's 12:20 am on Friday morning and let's be honest with ourselves.

I just didn't edit.

I could blame it on having to go into work unexpectedly. I could blame it on the fact my door broke just as I was leaving for work unexpectedly. I could also blame it on having to run out to the CVS Pharmacy (unexpectedly) because I was not prepared for my lady parts to start doing their lady business. (Very deep euphemisms there - let's hope I don't get pR0n bots.) Then I came home, with fast food (another bad thing) ate of it and took a nap. A long nap. I was a little worn. And let's not talk about the hormonal dip of the first day of the lady business. Sorry, guys. But it's a total thing. I felt wrung out like a dirty dishrag.

I awoke at 10 PM from my 'nap' - that is when normal people go to bed. Instead of editing, I began going through Setlock tags on Twitter (if you don't know what that is, praise Moffet, and don't look. Don't follow my example) and watching airport stuff on Youtube. Again. Don't ask. It's a thing. 

So today we did not edit. And I don't know if I have to go to work or not tomorrow. But tomorrow will be a better day. We will edit. We will eat a little healthier. We will probably listen to the Kiss record we bought on iTunes. (Another bad thing). Today seems to have been full of bad choices. Tomorrow, however, is another day.

Wednesday, April 17, 2013

Today is the 4th day...

Actually, I did not have this problem, tonight. I was well girded with both coffee (a brave stroke at nighttime) and cookies. I took the chance at coffee since I'm off work tomorrow, not to mention I went to bed about 2 am last night and work at 7:00 am to go to work. Yeah. Today sucked. And I could hear the sweet siren song of my bed calling from the corner.

But I did not give in. I stood my.... er.... sat in my chair, and for the fourth day in a row, I edited. And this time, I came home, ate dinner and got right to it. I messed around way too much on the internet during, but hey. I did it. 3 whole chapters.

I'm afraid that is all I have to post. My brain feels a little wrung out.


Today is the 3rd day...

Do not judge me. I broke my string of editing 7k words per day today - but I got started very late, as a nap brought me down for a couple of hours.... and I dove into the WIP without an oz of caffeine.

Not even tea. Which to me, is coffee light.

I still edited to the tune of 5700 words, which has brought me to 30,056 of 68,893. We're approaching the halfway point. That is progress.

Tomorrow: the goal is to get my editing done FIRST THING WHEN I GET HOME. Also: COFFEE or TEA. And cookies.

Also, this is the first time in ages that I have worked 3 days in a row on writing/editing for months.

Progress: unlocked. Gratuitous Loki Gif: Incoming

Tuesday, April 16, 2013

Today is the 2nd day

I feel writer kitteh's pain.... but alas, my story is done. It is the prose and not the characters I have issues with.

Today is day 2 of my week-long editing project. I hate that I love this story so much...and hate every word at the same time. It's old. It's years and years old and I've read it so many times that no longer how long I let it rest, after I read it through one time, the next time I go to start on edits, it's like I just set it down. I know every word. And I'm trying to find the forest through the trees.... the paths amongst the leaf litter, and throw out what's old growth.

But at least it's getting edited. I edited another 7000 words tonight. I started waaaay too late. But of course, today wasn't such a great day was it?

It seems like every day you go online (I have no tv) and read about another shooting rampage. But today was the Boston Marathon, and bombs went off. Last I heard, three people died and many were injured. 20 more people were killed by suicide bombers in Iraq. I think mass shootings have become America's suicide bombs.... after all, don't the shooters often turn the guns on themselves? And isn't it all terrorism? Aren't the victims just as dead no matter what you call it?

Well, I have veered off course, and I don't mean to "be political." That is what people call it, sometimes, when you talk about things. There are already people on Twitter blaming Muslims. (At this point, I don't know if there are any suspects - but someone was calling for roundups just a few minutes after the announcement.) It's a terrifying time in the world right now. 

I hope you and yours are safe tonight. Let's all try and lumber on....

Sunday, April 14, 2013

Today is the day....

Warning, everybody. This is a bitch post. It gets better near the end.

Greetings, fearless readers. I must beg again for your forgiveness. I have left the blog to linger... but I, also, have been lingering. Near the doldrums. The quiets. The not-so-greats. I am in a tiny sailboat with no wind. No wind whatsoever. I haven't been editing at a reportable pace. I might get a chapter or two here or there and that's it. The whole poetry writing thing? Out the window. I haven't done shit.

What have I been doing? Well, I have been reading. That is the only good thing I have to say for myself. I have steadily been putting up reviews on Books with BettieLee - if you would like to check out, I would be honored.... (that is a link by the way)

The one thing that has happened - I have renewed my lease on the studio. Where I live. No, I'm not a fancy pants that has a separate studio to write in... I am a paycheck to paycheck dweller who went from living in a horrendous box to living in a much more affordable albeit-furnitureless studio that overlooks a pond with a willow tree that willows over the pond, ducks, various cats and doggies that come out to play... in short, I live in a pretty awesome place. I am very lucky and have my parents to thank for helping me move out of that horrible dark hole I was in, spiritually, financially and literally. They didn't only move me, they gave me the financial support to do it. When I harken back to the first few months I was here, I was a dynamo. On FIRE. I edited every day, I plotted and planned and looked forward to more stories, I continuously won awards (meaning smilies that waved and clapped) in the Absolute Write Weekend Report Thread. I need to get back to that.

So. Today is the first day of getting back up on the horse. Today, we start editing every day, for a solid week. And if we absolutely can't face editing, we are going to write and/or dabble in something else. But every day for this week, I am going to write and blog, blog and write, like a grown up, responsible person that wants to be a writer and has a bug in her pocket and speaks about herself and her bug in third person. In other words, I am going to hold myself accountable.

Today, we begin with two chapters of my straight-up unsellable fantasy about Uny-corns. At least two chapters. I will report on how it went tomorrow.

What say you, friends? Into the breach, once more? I will give you.... the highest of fives... and a Cumberbatch Meme.... :) Two for one. It's all deals here, like Walmart.