So after two “don’t you talk to your brother” hints from family in the last week, I emailed my beloved big brother. Yes, we do live in the same city, but you have to understand. He’s busy, and so am I. (when I’m published, any doubters will know I really was busy!) (not that D […]
durned lack of progress… So here’s Friday’s evening progress report, posted to Saturday because it’s after midnight. And the report is…barely anything. Had to go shopping, had to drop in on the chat I scheduled ’cause my Yahoo group was growing apart…bleh. But it was necessary stuff. And I did edit one scene, and come
Wow. Sometime today, this blog will reach 50,000 hits. It hasn’t even been a year since I reset the counter, delighted at reaching 25,000. That 25K took two and a half years. *bows sincerely* Thank you for your interest. Please buy my books, too, when they are available. * * And on that subject…guess I
Wow! I got through…eighteen pages, comprising seven scenes today. (actually eight. One I removed completely. I’ve never done that before!) That’s almost a tenth of my novel. And this time I know I’m doing what I need to do. Why? Because there are scribbles all over the pages, in bright blue and pink ink! Here’s
Reporting in seems to be helping me keep on track. So I’ll continue to do it. I got the entire MS broken into scenes. I’m printing it out with page breaks. I also made a checklist sheet. And now I’m taking both stacks to McDonald’s, where I can work in peace while Hope goes and
No springy. So not springy, in fact, that I didn’t get up till 0900. Eeps. But now I’m up. And I’m well rested. And it’s raining. That, my friends, is a fine combination for writing. For editing? We’ll just have to see. I realized last night, though–I got through forty-three pages yesterday. That’s nearly a
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Progress! I’m stopping on page forty-four. I just can’t bear to look at it any more tonight. Hey, I’ve been working on it all day. I only broke away to do laundry, cook dinner, clear the table off, chase the kid, the dog, the hamster–no, wait. No hamster. Must have been the bird. Yeah. Damn,