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Amazingly I am alive.
In general I don't write much anymore except for school papers. Like the one I did on beer. For history. And got an "A" on. That's right.
Another semester closer to my BA.
Still mostly unemployed, but I am editing and hopefully will finally pull down a paycheck in the next couple of weeks. Supposedly they have been cut and are being distributed. I wish I could say the same for my trust, but maybe soon that will be wrapped up and I will no longer be broker than broke.
I had been working on Kat a lot this year and got reasonably close to finishing her until I had a bit of a break down. Stress and unemployment, plus a variety of other factors have left Alli extraordinarily vulnerable this year.
But tonight I think I had a breakthrough and managed a mere 1100 words. Not much, but I feel like a weight has been lifted. I always knew something was wrong every time I was trying to push through this sequence, but this time it flowed a lot more naturally. It's hardly perfect, but I think it's the revelation she's been needing to confront, and I hope the reader catches all of the subtleties I can feel in those meager words. I feel good about it. Even if I'm missing that certain something, I can add it in. If I'm not missing anything then I think I've just cleared the path for how we're going to unfold this critical tail end.
Seriously, it's like a breath of fresh air I'm so relieved and not drained like I had been the last few months. I hope it's not just a by product of the lateness of the hour.
I want it to be right, but I think more importantly it needs to be real. Just because I know everything doesn't mean it's essential for the reader to know every little detail. They just need to feel it.
I need Elaine to read it. I trust her implicitly. But she's out of town.
In the meantime, I'll just listen to the rain/sleet/snow outside the window and wait for that certain something that tells me where to go from here. I did what I HAD to do, so now it's a matter of bringing it all home. I can almost taste it.
Or maybe that's dinner at the back of my tongue.
:)
Piper's huge. She's big, she's beautiful, she's smart and she's funny. For a three year old, I'm impressed. But then I may be biased.
In general I don't write much anymore except for school papers. Like the one I did on beer. For history. And got an "A" on. That's right.
Another semester closer to my BA.
Still mostly unemployed, but I am editing and hopefully will finally pull down a paycheck in the next couple of weeks. Supposedly they have been cut and are being distributed. I wish I could say the same for my trust, but maybe soon that will be wrapped up and I will no longer be broker than broke.
I had been working on Kat a lot this year and got reasonably close to finishing her until I had a bit of a break down. Stress and unemployment, plus a variety of other factors have left Alli extraordinarily vulnerable this year.
But tonight I think I had a breakthrough and managed a mere 1100 words. Not much, but I feel like a weight has been lifted. I always knew something was wrong every time I was trying to push through this sequence, but this time it flowed a lot more naturally. It's hardly perfect, but I think it's the revelation she's been needing to confront, and I hope the reader catches all of the subtleties I can feel in those meager words. I feel good about it. Even if I'm missing that certain something, I can add it in. If I'm not missing anything then I think I've just cleared the path for how we're going to unfold this critical tail end.
Seriously, it's like a breath of fresh air I'm so relieved and not drained like I had been the last few months. I hope it's not just a by product of the lateness of the hour.
I want it to be right, but I think more importantly it needs to be real. Just because I know everything doesn't mean it's essential for the reader to know every little detail. They just need to feel it.
I need Elaine to read it. I trust her implicitly. But she's out of town.
In the meantime, I'll just listen to the rain/sleet/snow outside the window and wait for that certain something that tells me where to go from here. I did what I HAD to do, so now it's a matter of bringing it all home. I can almost taste it.
Or maybe that's dinner at the back of my tongue.
:)
Piper's huge. She's big, she's beautiful, she's smart and she's funny. For a three year old, I'm impressed. But then I may be biased.