Oh hai there.
I am not dead yet. The story is just eating me alive at the moment.
Friday. I think I came to work. Don't actually remember much of anything I did at work that day. After Thursday night, ficbrain was in FULL SWING.
Saturday. Got up at 8am (on a Saturday, who DOES THAT on purpose) and wrote about 1000 words in about five different scenes and re-re-wrote parts of chapters one, three and four, then finished chapter six. Blacklid, thy name is random. Then, took John's Truck down the long, windy, summer back road directions to Watauga about an hour away for a birthday party (Happy Birthday, Angie!). Then I drove to Irving for the FANGIRL DINNER that wendy organized. I friended the people I could recognize from their journals. Seriously, we should do that more often.
Sunday. Talked to prettyfreckles on the phone. She feeds my muse. Wrote for the rest of the day. Two pots of coffee later, I had about seven thousand words, totaling 36,346 words, of which 20,420 I am calling done and happy with. I don't know how many it will be ultimately. I'm not a fast writer by any means, but that also means I don't do a lot of actual editing, just re-writes for plot, mostly. I spend a lot of time just sitting there visualizing the whole thing before I even start typing. Maybe I shouldn't do that. This is very plotty. It's so plotty, my outline practically needed a flowchart. I have it all sketched out. I've said that before and I kept finding plot holes. But this time I really do. Really. They are talking to me. All of them. And they will NOT shut up. Dean doesn't want to die...
Monday. I WANT TO WRITE and I have to work. This sux.
Also. My husband and truthordara are made of awesome for living with me and yet never seeing me anymore. There will be much celebrating when I post it. LOL
Friday. I think I came to work. Don't actually remember much of anything I did at work that day. After Thursday night, ficbrain was in FULL SWING.
Saturday. Got up at 8am (on a Saturday, who DOES THAT on purpose) and wrote about 1000 words in about five different scenes and re-re-wrote parts of chapters one, three and four, then finished chapter six. Blacklid, thy name is random. Then, took John's Truck down the long, windy, summer back road directions to Watauga about an hour away for a birthday party (Happy Birthday, Angie!). Then I drove to Irving for the FANGIRL DINNER that wendy organized. I friended the people I could recognize from their journals. Seriously, we should do that more often.
Sunday. Talked to prettyfreckles on the phone. She feeds my muse. Wrote for the rest of the day. Two pots of coffee later, I had about seven thousand words, totaling 36,346 words, of which 20,420 I am calling done and happy with. I don't know how many it will be ultimately. I'm not a fast writer by any means, but that also means I don't do a lot of actual editing, just re-writes for plot, mostly. I spend a lot of time just sitting there visualizing the whole thing before I even start typing. Maybe I shouldn't do that. This is very plotty. It's so plotty, my outline practically needed a flowchart. I have it all sketched out. I've said that before and I kept finding plot holes. But this time I really do. Really. They are talking to me. All of them. And they will NOT shut up. Dean doesn't want to die...
Monday. I WANT TO WRITE and I have to work. This sux.
Also. My husband and truthordara are made of awesome for living with me and yet never seeing me anymore. There will be much celebrating when I post it. LOL