Falling behind
Wednesday, November 1, 2006
Sadly, my deadline of October 31 has been missed and I have entered that terrifying stage of "I absolutely hate this book."
Oh, but the kids totally loved the toys last night. Our next-door neighbours report that most kids informed them that we were handing out toys, expecting them to try and top that with a bicycle or PSP.
The best was the young girl who was so excited by the slinky toy I gave her that she dropped her bag of treats to start playing with it right away.
Luckily her mother was there to retrieve the bag from the porch. ;)
I have about 20 pages to go, which I should be able to polish off by tomorrow. Luckily I booked my meeting with the betas on Saturday, so I have some time to...stress out some more.
And the shiny new ideas kept on coming up to the door last night with the trick-or-treaters. It was quite distressing, especially when I returned to the computer at 8:00 p.m. to do come more edits - and completely forgot what I was supposed to be working on.
My father called to speak to the DH about something technical and IT-related last night, and he casually mentioned my self-imposed deadline as I was waiting for the DH to pick up the phone. I responded with something I thought was appropriate...for a sailor.
Seriously though, I do like this gathering of 80,000 words on the whole. Some parts I'd just rather not think about right now.
Demented Michelle had fretted about her voice ages ago, and I too feel her pain. Sometimes you want your words to be able to cross into other genres and styles as easily as slipping on a fabulous new coat. Only for writers like her and I, it doesn't work that way.
I've tried to write stuff that's serious and filled with mind-altering truths. Yeah, it was totally lame. But I learned the lesson: don't write annual reports.
So tonight is going to be a late one. Thankfully I can sleep in tomorrow.
Still want to feel spooked out? Check out this story by Mike.
Oh, but the kids totally loved the toys last night. Our next-door neighbours report that most kids informed them that we were handing out toys, expecting them to try and top that with a bicycle or PSP.
The best was the young girl who was so excited by the slinky toy I gave her that she dropped her bag of treats to start playing with it right away.
Luckily her mother was there to retrieve the bag from the porch. ;)
I have about 20 pages to go, which I should be able to polish off by tomorrow. Luckily I booked my meeting with the betas on Saturday, so I have some time to...stress out some more.
And the shiny new ideas kept on coming up to the door last night with the trick-or-treaters. It was quite distressing, especially when I returned to the computer at 8:00 p.m. to do come more edits - and completely forgot what I was supposed to be working on.
My father called to speak to the DH about something technical and IT-related last night, and he casually mentioned my self-imposed deadline as I was waiting for the DH to pick up the phone. I responded with something I thought was appropriate...for a sailor.
Seriously though, I do like this gathering of 80,000 words on the whole. Some parts I'd just rather not think about right now.
Demented Michelle had fretted about her voice ages ago, and I too feel her pain. Sometimes you want your words to be able to cross into other genres and styles as easily as slipping on a fabulous new coat. Only for writers like her and I, it doesn't work that way.
I've tried to write stuff that's serious and filled with mind-altering truths. Yeah, it was totally lame. But I learned the lesson: don't write annual reports.
So tonight is going to be a late one. Thankfully I can sleep in tomorrow.
Still want to feel spooked out? Check out this story by Mike.
posted by Bonnie Staring at 1:07 PM
4 Comments:
You should stick with stories under 1000 pages. They almost edit themselves.
Speaking of scary, since today is November 1st, I keep having the nagging impulse to NaNoWriMo even though I have nothing in the hopper that deserves to be a book and I do not have time to write 1700 words a day.
Scary.
Thanks for mentioning the story over at Fictional Musings.
Good luck with the 20 pages. No more Lost until they are done.
No Lost? Shoot, that's a very clever way for me to stay motivated. Thanks.
Just because you don't have an idea doesn't mean you can't NaNo. You should see the crap I came up with back in 2004!
Glad I'm not the only one allergic to writing serious fiction. ;)
The last writing group I was in had some of those serious writer types. They wouldn't even let me bring Doritos to our meetings.
Hang on a second S William...you have some posts on your blog that I consider to be serious, wonderfully written and totally non-dorky.
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