You know a writer, don’t you? Of course you do. Or else you wouldn’t be here.
Well, unless you yourself are a writer, and are looking for a way to spoil yourself after a long-fought NaNoWriMo. Either way it’s good with me. This is a delicious list here, folks. And don’t say I didn’t warn you, but… they/you will probably want everything on it.
Yeah… I’ve been gone for awhile… Sorrys.
BUT! I have been working on things, a lot of things. So you really can’t blame me too much (well, I mean you can, but… don’t.)
1. I’m doing NaNo, which is all SORTS of fun. Today, however, I got the slightest idea to switch stories. No, not that simple. Let me just tell you about this, kay? I wrote a SIX THOUSAND WORD OUTLINE for this story I was planning on writing this November. I STAYED UP LATE WHEN I SHOULDN’T HAVE. And now this story I haven’t worked on since April wants to come push it out of the way out of nowhere, and… well, I’m probably gonna let it. I dunno. Or maybe I’ll just write both.
Hey, I’m back! Sorry about the post drought. Life came up and roundhouse-kicked me in the face, but what can I say. I’m here.
I’ve been thinking, and if I can’t find the time to post TPT stuff, I should probably at least let you in on what the hell I’m doing with myself over here:
Sometimes finishing a story is like losing a friend. I’ve had the experience when I’ve read other’s books, and I’m sure you know the feeling too. You just read through some serious action-y stuff, things have started to work themselves out in the plot, and now you’re getting to those last few pages. You knew this moment would come. The realization set in for you when your bookmark was exactly midway between the front and back. You tried to put it out of your mind, but now you have to face facts. You have to say goodbye to Richard, the character you related most with, and his clumsy ways. You can’t step into that colorfully-described herb garden anymore. You can never live this story for the first time ever again.
*sighs and groans of life leaving my body*
The past week month super-long day-melding period of time has been brutal. Countless all-nighters have been pulled. I worked my tail off, and finally… I’m ready for an editor! And I found one, too. As I’ve said before, I’ve taken little Sabine as far as I can go with her. Developmental edits are all taken care of, because I DID ‘EM (because that’s a totally different thing from copyedits and proofreads, BTDUBBS. I still need those, preferably done by someone who’s NOT ME). I’ve beaten the living daylights out of that story and now it’s looking pretty nice. Like, really nice.
We all have firsts.
The first kiss. Hasn’t happened for me yet. ASK ME WHY.
The first time you try to push a pull-open door. We’re all guilty of it. And if you’ve never, congrats. Have a cookie. *hands you a virtual cookie* On second thought, I could go for a cookie. I am the one who tried to push open a pull-open door. Walk it off, homes, walk it off.
Y’know how sometimes you have those days, the ones that make you wanna throw your sneakers through a window and curl up in your closet with a box of ice cream sandwiches? You’ve had them. The ones where you wake up with a pain in your neck, followed by your story ideas and characters not wanting to cooperate with you, and then there’s the fact that you have so much on your mind you’d like to have it surgically removed? Mmmkay, multiply that by fifty and spread it out over an entire month, AND THERE’S MY JANUARY.