You know how I said it was spring on Sunday? It’s winter here again. There’s a blanket of white stuff covering my poor little crocuses. *sob* Ah, well, at least I know it’ll probably gone in a couple days as the temperatures are supposed to go back up into the 40s soon.
Gizmo Guy’s been home with a nasty cold the last couple days, and now Guitar Hero has announced he’s got it too. I suppose it’s only a matter of time before I catch it. I know, I know, think positively and wash my hands a million times to stop the spread of germs.
Yesterday I got in a lovely package of bookmarks for Personal Protection. I never ordered any for Private Property since it’ll never be a book, so these are a novelty. They’ve got my website header on one side, and the cover of Personal Protection along with the blurb and info on the other. They’ve turned out quite nicely. Now I just have to figure out what to do with them. Anyone want one? I’ll send you one along with an oversized postcard of Private Property’s cover … just sayin’.
I am still working on the second draft of Andy’s story, which means that I’m filling in a lot of scenes where I left myself placeholders like [insert sex scene here] or [you need something here about how Charley (that’s the heroine) is threatened by Roger … figure it out!] Which means I’m writing fresh a lot. It also means I’m having to turn off the internet and not check my mail, and NOT follow Twitter. OMG it’s so addictive. I love it, but it’s fatal to my productivity.
Yesterday, with Twitter turned off for most of the day, I wrote 3001 words – which is really good considering partway through, I sent Dani and Marley a panicked email saying I’d written myself (and my heroine) into the proverbial corner and had to make a door for the heroine to get out of it. Marley, bless her, phoned me and very quickly extracted the pertinent information from me (never an easy task). She made a couple suggestions that were real *face/palm* moments. Of course! It was so obvious! I’d already written a solution that could be used, why didn’t I think of it? Because I was too close to the story. I don’t know what I’d do without my critique partners some days.
Thing is, I plotted this one. In fact, I plotted Sam’s story. Yet as soon as I start writing I realize the plot isn’t working, or my new writing is better than the plot, and my notes get trashed and I have to start again. I’m tired of writing 130K for a 70K book. One of these days I’ll figure out how to write more effectively. I can only hope.