we pour the madness on the page, to stop the fermentation of the brain
So yesterday Mr. H. agreed to watch the baby for a few hours so I could run away to Gold Bar to write. I am taking a writing class this semester, wackadoo that I am, and I have to turn in a minimum of two short stories or novel sections for critique during the course of the semester. So far I have done 0. Anyway, if you've never been to Gold Bar, it's the perfect place to go get some work done. True, Coffee Rush is closer, and Xtreme Bean has the best drinks in town (with the exception of Willow House downtown, get a toddy from them and thank me later), but both those places are too cramped and social to really work productively. And Willow House is too damn far away, unless you're already downtown for some other reason. At Gold Bar* the seating is spaced adequately, and most of the tables have desk lamps. So it has a creative/student working culture. Lovely place. I holed myself up in a corner and wrote for hours, in a way I have not been able to for months.
Afterwards I felt the same way I do when I'm over at 69restorod and erisp's house and theoffendor and woodlandwater are over and we're all sitting on the back porch having a beer in the warm desert night and the conversation is crackling with sympatico energy. Just completely satisfied with life, the universe, and everything. I still feel the need to work on my current project, but the feeling has changed, the frantic, desperate note is gone. I feel dramatically less crazy.
So hopefully I will be able to get away from the house to work on a slightly more regular schedule than once every two and a half months. I really want to finish this novel this year. Although the ending will leave a big opening for a sequel, it can reasonably function as a stand alone, and for that reason I think it will have a better chance at landing me an agent or a book deal than my beloved Iron Key. Not that I've shopped TIK at all, oh no, that would involve me not being a coward, see?
*Also, holy Jesus are their ham and cheese croissants good. I got addicted to them when I was pregnant and I now estimate that 17% of my baby fat is composed of croissants.
Afterwards I felt the same way I do when I'm over at 69restorod and erisp's house and theoffendor and woodlandwater are over and we're all sitting on the back porch having a beer in the warm desert night and the conversation is crackling with sympatico energy. Just completely satisfied with life, the universe, and everything. I still feel the need to work on my current project, but the feeling has changed, the frantic, desperate note is gone. I feel dramatically less crazy.
So hopefully I will be able to get away from the house to work on a slightly more regular schedule than once every two and a half months. I really want to finish this novel this year. Although the ending will leave a big opening for a sequel, it can reasonably function as a stand alone, and for that reason I think it will have a better chance at landing me an agent or a book deal than my beloved Iron Key. Not that I've shopped TIK at all, oh no, that would involve me not being a coward, see?
*Also, holy Jesus are their ham and cheese croissants good. I got addicted to them when I was pregnant and I now estimate that 17% of my baby fat is composed of croissants.