So, yeah, I know I’m supposed to be updating this thing regularly. I just don’t have something to say often enough. I’m working on that, since I actually do have plenty to say. It’s just not always relevant.
This is how revisions look. Seriously.
Does it always need to be relevant? I don’t know. I feel as if it does, but I’m not so sure.
Right now, I’m suffering through Revisions Hell. And let me tell you, it is Hell. Maybe not Ninth Circle of Hell material, but Hell nonetheless. I not only have to read my own writing while convincing myself it is far less worthy than it really is, I have to FIX it. Now removing all my beloved ellipsis and run on sentences is easy. Flow and plot holes takes more finess. Keeping at it is the hardest part. It takes a great deal of focus and focus is hard to find lately.
Far more enjoyable is planning.
Planning what, you ask. (Yeah, I’m sure you asked, don’t burst my bubble.)
Why, I’m glad you asked! I am planning a collaboration with a friend and fellow abused writer. We shall be writing a post apocalyptic dystopia together. It’s been a great lesson in world building. (He’s much better at world building. I hope I can teach him as much about character building.) I haven’t ever done a collaboration before, not willingly anyway. Sometimes it’s hard when ideas clash, but when it works, it works beautifully. I can only hope that it will continue being an interesting experience.
I’m also planning a series of short stories that I hope won’t ever see the light of day. Possibly the dark of night, though. Very dark night. Either way, it will be fun for me to write, and that’s what counts sometimes.
My toddler is beginning to talk.
He doesn’t use proper words often, but when he does, it’s worth listening to.
Toddler: “Stuck!” He holds out my tool box.
Mommy: “These are my toys. You have lots and lots of toys, I only have a few that you can’t play with.”
Toddler: “Don’t need toys.” Then he tries to get me to open the tool box for him.
See? He doesn’t need toys, he just needs tool. Or my phone. Or my camera. Or my laptop. Or anything else that is mine that I don’t want him to play with. Easy.
This is not a tomato.
Shhhh… Don’t make too much noise, the bunnies will find me.
Awww how cute!
No, I’m not completely insane. I’m not talking about the fluffy little rabbits who eat gardens. No, I am talking about something far more insidious. Evil creatures who pose in the guise of cute and fluffy things you just want to pick up and cuddle, pet, smother with love. Then you find out what they really are, but by then, it is too late. They’ve latched their little bunny claws into your brain and started gnawing away at it. Mmmmm brains. (more…)
I feel just a touch guilty. I’ve been taking a few days off from writing. I shouldn’t, but I am. (more…)
Today I have to thank Casey Blair, aka gigadrive08, for writing up his NaNoWriMo experience for me. This is the first in, what I hope to be, a series of guest spots. Thank you, Casey, write on. (more…)
For those who lurk in the forums of NaNoWriMo during the month of November, you might have noticed me there. I’m a frequent troller. I love the forums and the community. I am particularly fond of the NaNoWriMo Ate My Soul forum for novelers in distress. It is a place where I can help people. (more…)
Validation has before for WriMos near and far. Yes, I’m talking NaNoWriMo and the magical change of word count bars everywhere from blue to purple. It seems like such a small thing, that little color change, but I can tell you, there is a sense of complete and utter satisfaction that comes with that tiny shift of the spectrum. (more…)