Weather, what are you doing?
At this moment we have a rather significant storm coming at us from the northeast. In my nearly 36 years of existence in Iowa, this could possibly be a first.
In other news, I think I finally have my head on straight. Almost. Spent the day reading the opening salvo and chapter into Garage Band, listened to it, and think I have what I need to square it up. Got a bit frenetic and took a walk around the park. Wrote down what I think will work. Then got rather edgy and a bit weepy because I really want to be done and yet I also want it to make sense. Had a talking-to from Charles, and everyone who lives in my head said he was right. No, I'm not above psychoanalysis from my characters, actually.
Anna has a playdate for a significant portion of tomorrow; I'm thinking of waking earlyish and working hard so that by the end of the day I can say that I Accomplished Much. The goal right now is to have all of act one ship-shape by August 29. I mean, REALLY ship-shape, all beta comments assimilated, all my own musings sorted, and the pacing vastly corrected. Everything past that should be a lot more manageable, and there's a contest I want to try to prep something for in the meantime. I really, really want to be submitting by mid-September. I had originally intended another round of betas, but I think, actually, I may stick with where I am for the moment. I just want to do a round of submissions. I'll feel so much better. If it really, really sucks, then I'll find a wave two to help sort out the chaff of that. But I want to submit so much I ache. Signing would be lovely, but right now I just want to submit.
That sounds so sexual.
Anyway, off to watch this storm come in backwards. Maybe the rain will come up from the ground and seep back into the clouds to go with the wrong-direction. You never know.
In other news, I think I finally have my head on straight. Almost. Spent the day reading the opening salvo and chapter into Garage Band, listened to it, and think I have what I need to square it up. Got a bit frenetic and took a walk around the park. Wrote down what I think will work. Then got rather edgy and a bit weepy because I really want to be done and yet I also want it to make sense. Had a talking-to from Charles, and everyone who lives in my head said he was right. No, I'm not above psychoanalysis from my characters, actually.
Anna has a playdate for a significant portion of tomorrow; I'm thinking of waking earlyish and working hard so that by the end of the day I can say that I Accomplished Much. The goal right now is to have all of act one ship-shape by August 29. I mean, REALLY ship-shape, all beta comments assimilated, all my own musings sorted, and the pacing vastly corrected. Everything past that should be a lot more manageable, and there's a contest I want to try to prep something for in the meantime. I really, really want to be submitting by mid-September. I had originally intended another round of betas, but I think, actually, I may stick with where I am for the moment. I just want to do a round of submissions. I'll feel so much better. If it really, really sucks, then I'll find a wave two to help sort out the chaff of that. But I want to submit so much I ache. Signing would be lovely, but right now I just want to submit.
That sounds so sexual.
Anyway, off to watch this storm come in backwards. Maybe the rain will come up from the ground and seep back into the clouds to go with the wrong-direction. You never know.