Heading out today for the beach — for a solid week.
Your jealousy is lavender-scented.
I always swear up and down that I won’t be posting — but then I jam out a few thousand words and can’t wait to gossip about it. So, maybe I’ll post some fresh stuff next week — MAYBE I WON’T. I’ve already queued up a couple of short pieces for next week — and the Story on Demand brainstorm summoning post will go out tomorrow.
And I am NOT taking a break from my writing schedule for That Thing. I still have to produce five pages, just like any other week.
I’m going to the beach, not Mars — so I’ll have internet access, so expect my usual level of manic instant-response to comments and emails.
Hit my word count mark for the week –despite the negativity and pressure from all directions. JUST LET ME WORK PEOPLE.
Ha — it’s fun channeling your inner angsty tween. [Is there any other kind of tween?]
I’m getting into a bad habit of waiting until Friday to do the bulk of my week’s allotment. It’s mostly been other work/life factors that have contributed to this — but still. STILL. Putting myself on notice — for all the good that will do.
The pages I wrote this week, were something of an experiment. I decided to write a side chapter/villain interlude — then go back and plug it in somewhere earlier in That Thing. A little nerve-wracking, honestly. I’ve been so focused on keeping forward momentum with the plot – that it felt very much like leaving my security blanket at home for my first Big Boy sleepover.
I’m pleased with the results — and after some constructive criticism from my beloved, the villain interlude improved markedly.
Two more villain interludes – then back to the fray with …oh wait, you don’t know the names of my protagonists.
AND ITS GONNA STAY THAT WAY, NOSY. GET OUT OF MY ROOM, DAD.