"Wow. There is enough chocolate there to jump start a Buick."
"Is there something wrong with jump starting a Buick with chocolate?"
"Nope. Didn't say that."
Anyway, I had a great retreat with my critique group, the Moxie 4...well, at least 2 of the other 3, anyway, since The Radiance moved. We did an Artist for a Day trip, lunch, dinner, and stayed up to at least 3am, cackling. My creative batteries are recharged. The Girls in the Basement have 'ideas" again. And I have to stop sharing now or I will lose my girl-card.
Additional quotes:
"So, Death, The Fool, and the Hermit walk into my Tarot reading..."
----I guess that means that change is coming, don't be afraid, keep on truckin'
"So I can has writing time?"
----A gift quote from LOL Cats
"Matrix-Cat says there is no spoon"
----Translation: shut up, put yer butt in the chair, and write. Damn the torpedos, and all that rot.
Speaking of the Girls in the Basement, I really have to work on their timing. They are now throwing up ideas for the 2nd book of the series--I didn't realize there was going to be a 2nd book to the series--unfortunately, I am only halfway done with the first one. Please see previous post concerning epiphanies....*long suffering sigh* (not really.)
- Mood:
chipper - Music:Halo soundtrack
Here I am, finished with chapter 7 of my second book, and stalled for nearly two weeks on the beginning of chapter 8. It won't come together. I write several pages only to look back on it and read drivel: my muse has apparently deserted me for a sunny beach in the tropics. I scrap the beginning of chapter 8, and stare at a blank page. I take a nap, go get something to eat, go do something else--anything to distract myself from the problem while The Girls in the Basement puzzle out a solution. The two they threw up earlier in the week certainly didn't pan. I worry at my dilemna like a sore tooth.
I sleep on it yet one more time. Lo, and Behold! The Girls in the Basement pull my butt from the fire! What was the problem, you ask? I was starting the chapter in the wrong point of view (pov) AND at the wrong point in time. This little epiphany early this morning forced me from my bed. I am not sure whether to sigh in irritation in having to get up before I really wanted to, or in relief. I'm going with relief...remind me to buy the Girls in the Basement a pizza and some sodas....better yet, a spa day--less fattening.
However, I could have done without the other epiphanies that came with this latest one. Those epiphanies will require WORK and EDITTING and ADDING entire sections, not to mention yet another pov...luckily, this pov character is already in the book, so it shouldn't be tooooo bad. I know the other epiphanies add layers and complication, twists and turns to the story, and will (God I hope so) make it more exciting and readable, increase the tension. I begged the Girls for a solution...they gave me several I didn't ask for. Beggers can't be choosers, I suppose. More's the pity.
To the epiphanies, those now and in the future: May I be worthy of their challenges and do them justice.
- Mood:
whimsical - Music:soundrack to Halo
Since everyone else has gotten on the band wagon, I figure my days of holding out are numbered. As the independent sort, I have chosen the time for my first foray into the self-blogging world.
What to write about? Should I write about The Radiance and the Redhead? Monster 1 or Monster 2 (aka: The Starbuck)? The Man? Or Miss Nose, the white hurricane wolf-dog? The other day, I seriously considered posting about the ineptness of ACHD...I mean, REALLY...how could construction or detours on EVERY major N-S artery for a five mile square stretch be okay, especially with a freeway bisecting the area so the overpasses are limited anyway and with the infrastructure already twenty years behind in development for the population load? Give me a break, please.
I am an aspiring author. I have a book technically finished, and another in progress, and many many more on the drawing board. However, there is a problem with this first one: I wrote it with the intention of excorcising my demons. Instead, they took me for a walk. I 'm not sure I can be objective enough to take criticism on it without somehow feeling like people are criticising me, personally. This goes beyone the typical "my baby" situation, even though the book isn't autobiographical--I mean, some of the events did happen to me or to my friends/acquaintences, but certainly not all of them.
Yet I find myself thinking about that first one, sometimes. The girls in the basement (my unconscious mind) have already figured out what I need to to to make it more palatable, so what am I waiting for? A month or so of writing, and another couple for editting, and could have it done by, say, autumn. Would there even be a market for it? Do I care? Should I keep on with the second book instead, and shop it first since I am positive it is more marketable? I have too many questions and not enough answers, so I leave it sit in its place under my desk while the girls in the basement continue to chew on it..
Currently reading Dragonhaven by Robin McKinley. I think The Radiance would love this one...it is almost total stream-of -onsciousness..
- Mood:creative
- Music:Breaking Benjamin
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