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Well, April is over. It’s been over for a couple of days, but I’ve been busy at work and for some reason I've been otherwise avoiding my computer. ;)
The last thousand words came out in a lump about twenty minutes before I had to leave for my grandmother’s birthday party, and I’m all done with massively optimistic writing challenges for another month. Hurrah, hurrah, but I'm a little bit tired of writing, for the moment. I'm planning to take the next few days, at least, to relax a bit.
( Shifting Sands is… definitely not finished. )
I’d happily keep going with it this month, at a slightly less frenetic pace, but there’s something else weighing on my mind... you all saw me affix the “Do Not Resuscitate” sticker to Return to Sender’s laboratory table, didn’t you? Well, it seems that even without my worrying about it, it’s been managing pretty well breathing by itself. Not only that, but… well, we had a thunderstorm the other night and, not long after lightning had struck the street’s transformer, I found it sitting up on the slab, looking around, and asking if Igor was its mother.
And I’m just going to leave that metaphor before it gets any worse. Those who’ve read Return to Sender will probably recognise the main character’s voice – it seems I’m getting into his skin already. In any case, Return to Sender will return. The fact is, it hit me about half way through April, when I sat down toprocrastinate actually read the whole thing again for the first time: it actually has got potential in there. It needs a lot more than just oiling of the squeaky bolts, but it'll get there. ;)
In any case, you can all expect to see some more re-examining, re-plotting, re-angsting, and re-writing coming soon, starting with the currently half-written Mega Post Of Death in which I talk about not only the reasons it sucks, but the reasons it’s worth saving and the ways I can mitigate the former while extending the latter.
Hurrah for getting one step further towards novel completion, even if the path there is remarkably circuitous!
The last thousand words came out in a lump about twenty minutes before I had to leave for my grandmother’s birthday party, and I’m all done with massively optimistic writing challenges for another month. Hurrah, hurrah, but I'm a little bit tired of writing, for the moment. I'm planning to take the next few days, at least, to relax a bit.
( Shifting Sands is… definitely not finished. )
I’d happily keep going with it this month, at a slightly less frenetic pace, but there’s something else weighing on my mind... you all saw me affix the “Do Not Resuscitate” sticker to Return to Sender’s laboratory table, didn’t you? Well, it seems that even without my worrying about it, it’s been managing pretty well breathing by itself. Not only that, but… well, we had a thunderstorm the other night and, not long after lightning had struck the street’s transformer, I found it sitting up on the slab, looking around, and asking if Igor was its mother.
And I’m just going to leave that metaphor before it gets any worse. Those who’ve read Return to Sender will probably recognise the main character’s voice – it seems I’m getting into his skin already. In any case, Return to Sender will return. The fact is, it hit me about half way through April, when I sat down to
In any case, you can all expect to see some more re-examining, re-plotting, re-angsting, and re-writing coming soon, starting with the currently half-written Mega Post Of Death in which I talk about not only the reasons it sucks, but the reasons it’s worth saving and the ways I can mitigate the former while extending the latter.
Hurrah for getting one step further towards novel completion, even if the path there is remarkably circuitous!
