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:
*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.
Sorry for the post drought, but life has kinda been kicking me in the pants lately. Like, the kind of in-pants-kicking that makes you have to drag yourself into the weekend, which goes by like a… like a… yeahhhh no. Not getting any
metaphors similes coming to mind… Ehh… You can just fantasize about how great my figures of speech will be in my NaNo story 😉
Hey peeps! So, this weekend is to be an excitingly nerve-wracking one, for me. Why? Because it’s the first time I’m giving a full manuscript I wrote to test readers. Three, to be exact. Sure, a handful of people from my old writing class have read excerpts. But this, this is the first time anyone’s eyes besides mine will read the entire story. It’s scary as heck, but make no mistake: I’m SUPER FREAKING excited and happy 🙂
I got some copies printed at Staples yesterday. The whole ride there I was a nervous wreck: will my flash drive work? did I bring enough cash? will I get in an accident with a smartcar in the parking lot and die in a cloud of smoky doom? Of course, all of my fears were unfounded. I walked out of the store with manuscripts in hand, unscathed and, yes, alive.
Hey, you. Yeah, YOU. What are you looking at? Yeah, I’ll tell you what you’re looking at: THE FACE OF A PERSON WHO KICKED CAMPNANO’S BUTT.
Thaaaaaaaaaaaaat’s right, folks. BOOM.
So I won’t lie, the past few weeks haven’t been easy. It took a lot of late nights, plenty of car-writing, and a lot of jotting ideas down in a notebook when I really should’ve been doing something else. But I’m happy to say that of 50,000 words, I’m already at 37,608.
But like I said, it was hardly a walk through the park with a slice of chocolate cake. When I’m writing, I have to just remind myself that it’s okay if the words aren’t perfect yet. Earlier in my journey as a writer, this was one of the hardest things for me. Now, I’m at a point where as soon as I fret about a word choice, I’m able to remind myself (many times, out loud during a conversation with myself) that the first draft is really never the one that gets published. Well, unless you’re not a human. Or you live at the end of a rainbow.