Breathing so much I sparkle! :D
Breathing room is a good thing! I have finally concluded. ;D atlantisbigbang has pushed back their due dates (for a reason I don't quite understand, something to do with math). At first I was like :/ because I'm not always good with schedule changes (I've come a loooooooong way with that). But then I was like :) because I could still meet whatever deadline I wanted to. Then I was like :D because I'd hit a fairly big snag and this gave me working room. And then I was like \o/ because I'd been putting a lot of other RL things on hold to get my writing done on time. So to celebrate, I cleaned our bathroom. (The thing freaking sparkles now. I am a domestic goddess.)
Also! I'm really excited because I've figured out the snag. And! The fix comes from foreshadowing I laid down earlier without fully realizing what I was doing! I may have to go back and play it up a tiny bit more, but I'm beyond thrilled that the fix was that organic! I feel like I'm doing something right! (Compared to Friday when I was pretty sure I was doing, and had done, everything wrong.)
Finally, for three things makes a post: Anyone else read the New Yorker? I'm reading the "20 under 40" issue (twenty up-and-coming new authors, under 40 years old). And so far? The emotional response I've had to the stories ranges from depression to empty rage to revulsion, all tied up with a general sense of despair. Is it just me? And if it's not, let me adjust my granny-glasses and ask, what's wrong with happiness, satisfaction, and enjoyment? I'm not done. Maybe they're saving the happy-ending (or at the very least, satisfying ending) for last. she said, doubtfully
Also! I'm really excited because I've figured out the snag. And! The fix comes from foreshadowing I laid down earlier without fully realizing what I was doing! I may have to go back and play it up a tiny bit more, but I'm beyond thrilled that the fix was that organic! I feel like I'm doing something right! (Compared to Friday when I was pretty sure I was doing, and had done, everything wrong.)
Finally, for three things makes a post: Anyone else read the New Yorker? I'm reading the "20 under 40" issue (twenty up-and-coming new authors, under 40 years old). And so far? The emotional response I've had to the stories ranges from depression to empty rage to revulsion, all tied up with a general sense of despair. Is it just me? And if it's not, let me adjust my granny-glasses and ask, what's wrong with happiness, satisfaction, and enjoyment? I'm not done. Maybe they're saving the happy-ending (or at the very least, satisfying ending) for last. she said, doubtfully