Sunday, October 30, 2011

I'd Rather do a Double Stitch

Tonight I'm fighting my 'Shoulds' against my 'Wants'. My word count for the week leaves quite a bit to be desired. I know I have my work cut out for me tonight. But that doesn't stop my inner procrastinator from procrastinating.

Yeah... I printed out a procrastinator award and taped it above my desk.




That is from Hyperbole and a Half, which is absolutely amazing. Plus, 'X all the Y' is one of my favorite memes ever.

I made a list of all the things I'd like to get done tonight.
-Tidy the house
-Fold some laundry
-Unload dishwasher
-Meet my word count goal
-Write a blog post
-Stop wallowing in sleepiness
-Go to bed early
-Figure out what's wrong with my head
-Bring in stuff from the car
-Put it away or whatever

But I'm a procrastinator, so I know those first three won't get done tonight. Mostly because they aren't fun. I really hate doing anything that isn't fun. I'm optimistic about my word count. And obviously I accomplished the blog post. (To be fair, I often use blogging as a procrastination crutch.) I won't go to bed early. Probably after 2. Hopefully before 3. I've had a six day headache, but it's gone down a lot today. I probably shouldn't research this, but if I get distracted from writing, I will. There's a giant box of diapers and a few bags of non-perishable goods in my car. Al;l of those things are heavy or bulky and not fun. I actually wrote 'or whatever' on my list. In Charis speak, that translates to dropping it in the entryway and dealing with it tomorrow.

Those are the things I should do. Many of them feel like work tonight, and that makes my soul sad. Really, all I want to do tonight is curl up on the couch with the TV on and crochet a scarf. But that's not going to happen.

Last night, someone asked me, "How do you write a book?" On nights like tonight, you write it one begrudging word at a time.

Friday, October 21, 2011

¡Feliz CumpleaƱos!

'Demon' will turn 21 tonight. 21,000 typed words, that is. I feel like I should buy my main character (Daemar) a shot of tequila or something.

I had another one of those game-changing revelations tonight. Thankfully, this one will not require me to re-write everything. It will affect my editing, but it's one of those character back-story things that doesn't come up until much further down the road. I'm not positive this change will be permanent, but I did have a very clear "This is what I'm missing" moment.

Life is about to take a turn for the busy. Matt was forced into an extra 4 hours today. He's also working 12 hour shifts on Saturday and Sunday. And then he's still working until Wednesday next week. My mom and Grum (Grandmother) are coming to visit for our upcoming birthdays. I hope I have the discipline to pump out my word count. That would be a big accomplishment.

On a fashionable note, my shoe club promoted me to an Elite member yesterday. I get a free watch and special perks. Plus I get to call them on a special Elite phone line. Oh yeah. Be jealous. Expect pictures. They're coming.

Sunday, October 16, 2011

Strep Tease

I'm on a blogging hiatus for the next few days. 'Demon' is coming along nicely. I had a long day of work on Friday.

Until I can catch you guys up properly, enjoy the piece I wrote this spring about our trip to Acapulco.



Saturday- Day 1


Landed in Acapulco. Got our rental car. Looked for hotel. No luck. Got stuck in traffic for two hours while the gas light was on E. Parked in Wal-Mart's loading dock. Went inside. Got pesos at the ATM. Discovered English isn't as common here as the internet made it sound. Car got trapped in loading dock. Gate finally opened. Got gas with new pesos. Drove back to car rental to ask for a map. Found the hotel. Credit card declined b/c we're in Mexico. Called CC company to sort it out, was charged a $100 for a minute and a half phone call. Haggled them into putting the hotel onto the debit card. Staff was not, and still isn't, pleased with us. Got to room. Walked a mile downhill to the hotel restaurant. Host told us Matt had to wear slacks, not shorts. Matt called a hotel jeep, rode up to the room, changed, and returned. We're both exhausted and grumpy at this point. Ate the most pretentious dinner of my life. Didn't know if prices were in dollars or pesos. Stressed about money. Tried to look happy when they took our picture. Went back to room in another hotel jeep. Found out a peso is 1/12 of a dollar. Found out the $100 phone call was only $8. Set a budget. No longer stressed about money. Enjoyed the view of the bay. Saw a cat. Saw a chupacabra. Cuddled in bed. Went to sleep.



Sunday- Day 2


Woke up. Breakfast came in our little breakfast box. Ate outside. Drank the included wine. Got a little woozy. Fed the stray cat. Named her Devi. Matt went swimming. The pool was cold. Got showered. Drove to town. Ran a red light we're not sure was red. Cops pulled us over. Cop started to give us a ticket, then he asked how much money was in our wallet. Matt- “A thousand pesos.” Cop- “Okay, thousand pesos make this go away. No ticket for thousand pesos.” Not sure if we bribed him or if he blackmailed/robbed us. Drove around town. Saw a lot of advertisements for strip clubs. Saw one strip club advertising “Strep Tease”. Saw a lot of local cops. Watched our speed and the lights carefully. Went to different Wal-Mart for the ATM. (Wal-Mart is our safety zone) Matt didn't have his debit card. Went back up to the hotel for it. Matt found it... in his wallet all along. Went back to Wal-Mart. Got pesos. Had lunch at VIPS, a Mexican Denny's. Back to Wal-Mart. Bought food and supplies for the hotel room. Went back to the hotel, unloaded car. Took a siesta. Ate dinner in room. Hung out in the room and alcove. Did some reading. Went to bed.



Monday- Day 3


Got up. No wine with breakfast. :( New cat came by, named her Fela. Devi showed up later and hung out all afternoon. Sunbathed on the chaise. Swam in the pool. Got room service for lunch. Meh. Overpriced. Siesta. Showered. Went to town. Got stuck in traffic. Traffic was from a bunch of SWAT looking, AK47 carrying, black mask wearing, federal cops, pulling over trucks. Extremely intimidating. Did not make eye contact. Parked the car at Wal-Mart. (See a theme developing here?) Walked around town. Bought Gabrielle a gift at Senor Frogs. We miss her. Walked around town. Got close to the beach, but it's surrounded by buildings and roped off. Walked back towards the car. Got hot. Stopped at a restaurant to eat. The staff gawked at me. Matt stared them down. (Though previously unmentioned, this is also a reoccurring theme of the trip) Pretty good seafood. Paid and left. Saw more SWAT looking federal cops pull over another truck. Still intimidated. Made it back to the car. Bought a few more things in Wal-Mart. Went back to the hotel. Ate some pistache and sat outside. Enjoyed the view. Came inside, went to bed.



Tuesday Day 4-


Woke up. Ate breakfast. Fed Devi and Fela. Got in the car to drive to hotel's private beach. Found said "beach" about an hour later. Most beautiful place here yet. Sunbathed. Swam in salt water. Matt got burned. Went back to room. Showered. Went to town. Ate dinner at Planet Hollwood, Matt had never been. Came back. Read some more Wise Man's Fear. Smiled a lot. Went to bed.

Monday, October 10, 2011

17,000 Down...

...And an unknown number to go.

Last month I set a goal to have my entire manuscript typed by the end of October. Well, it's the tenth and I am not a third of the way done. More like a sixth. I think this means with daily dedication (minimal three hours) I should have a typed manuscript by Christmas. It would be really nice if 2012 was the Year of the Revisions. 2012 is actually The Year of the Dragon, so hopefully that's a good sign.

I'm writing longhand one day and typing it the next. I know a lot of you are thinking, "Why don't you type it to start with?" It's not good for my *creative process. I either A) fall straight into editing mode and end up with five shining paragraphs instead of nine pages of work or B) end up spending large amounts of time on Facebook. Never good.

I have a lot to get done. Five sixths of a book, in some respects. I did a quick in-my-head tally when I couldn't sleep the other night. I have 24 sub-plots. A lot of the "finished" longhand stuff I have is at least a year old. One downside to this new-writer-learning-curve... I can't look at anything more than four months old without thinking, "Good heavens I was hopeless back then!" So that 12+months old material? Well, we'll see.

Moral of the story, I understand that I have no real idea exactly how much work is ahead of me. but I'm still plugging away. There's something to be said for climbing a mountain of an unknown height. Though my friends can probably expect to see less of me. :(



*attention span

Thursday, October 6, 2011

This is also how my brain feels.

Life exploded and all the debris landed on my desk.


That tiny, 4"x6" empty space in the middle? That's what I have left. The rest is a chaotic combustion of projects and writing inspirations. (Note: Phantom of the Opera and the candle which I only bought because it was called Hawthorne.)

Tuesday, October 4, 2011

ACFW-- One Week Later

I'm more than a week out from ACFW 2011, and I think I can officially say I've beaten the post conference blues. I've dedicated myself to writing everyday and it's really helped. In 2010, I came away from my first conference with two very strong impressions. One, I had a lot of work ahead of me. Two, that I was 21, talented, and if I kept pushing myself, there was no way I couldn't succeed. The latter was actually a depressing realization. Writing an epic fantasy series had gone from being a lofty, almost unattainable goal and changed into something I couldn't imagine living without. Chasing after a dream has a lot of romance to it. That first conference was a dose of needed and heavy reality.

I think I'll be caught up with everything by the end of this week. All the e-mails, friending, business cards, thank-you's.... It's tough to balance being a full time wife and mom while starting a career that I could easily put 60 hours into a week.

One of my personal writing rules for a chapter is that it must advance the main plot and at least one sub-plot. They should also be similar enough so that if I title the chapter "Running" it refers to one character emotionally running from his past and another character physically running away from someone else. I'm really big on layers and planting plots a reader won't notice until they go to re-read books one, two and three for the fourth book. Right now I'm doing some work in Chapter 7, trying to decide if I should graze a character with a bullet. I am fully aware that these characters aren't real, but I spend so much time with them, they're sort of my friends.

It's very difficult to explain to the "normals" what that process looks like. "Sometimes I think about shooting my imaginary friends," I could say. And the Normal will respond "..What?" "Not kill them! Just a little injury. Enough to make them limp, but no lasting damage." "....I think you need meds."

I shudder to reflect on the times when I wanted to be normal. Oh, and I found another heart song this morning!

Guster-- "Rocketship"