Aug 30 2008
WWIR: August 24 through August 30, 2008
MC-1: Finished Chapter Two. A good, solid Chapter Two which follows a good, solid Chapter One, not my usual conceptually awful beginning that will have to be shredded and rewritten from scratch at least six times. A little anxious going into Chapter Three because it’s hero’s POV for the first time and I doubt he’ll behave. In fact, I know he won’t behave. *snerk* About every 800 words or so, I have an “AHA! This happens later” moment, and they all seem to be things that will arise naturally rather than requiring me to force the story to head in that direction.
This is kind of scary, actually, almost as if it’s going too well. I’m saving to the hard drive, a disk, and the zip drive after every paragraph and printing each chapter as it’s finished, just in case the price of all this ease is computer meltdown and loss of the whole kaboodle. That won’t be it, of course, because I’m prepared for it. I’ll never see it coming…
Miscellaneous office tasks: For future reference, next time rejections are coming in, sort them into “likes my voice but not this book” and “hates everything about me” categories as they arrive, because having to look at all of them again later to come up with first-round picks for the next submission cycle stings just a little. (And yes, I know rejection letters don’t mean “I hate you”—except that one, and the feeling is now entirely mutual, but I digress. I’m intentionally polarizing the more promising responses from the impersonal ones, that’s all.)
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August 31st, 2008 at 1:38 am
You used “snerk” in a blog post.
I heart you.
September 1st, 2008 at 9:26 am
*psst* C.J., m’dear, that just means you’re as hopelessly lame as I am.
However, it has been my observation, as one who has spent most of my life as an irredeemable dork but was briefly within the inner circle of the Coolest Guy Evah, that the irredeemably dorky set is way more fun to be around. (The Coolest Guy Evah was awesome with sauce, but his entourage… Gah. Bunch of lobotomized bipedal sheep.)
And I am no longer anxious about Chapter Three. Hero took off his shoes, plopped his feet on the coffee table, and had a beer, so we’re pals now. I am now convinced he’s a nice guy who has to do a scummy thing, not a scumbag, which makes his role as a romantic hero much more plausible.
September 2nd, 2008 at 12:07 am
Oooh, I love nice guys who have to do scummy things! I want to meet him and maybe take him home for the weekend.
And yes, I am a card-carrying member of the Word Nerds where one of the benefits is the unparalleled power of my prolific vocabulary allowing me to slander and insult the bipedal sheep (who lose track of conversations using words with more than two syllables) with absolute impunity.
*snerk*
September 2nd, 2008 at 5:24 am
I was going to say, “Oh, nuh-uh, my heroine does NOT share her man,” but at this point, my heroine would be all, like, “Take him, please.” He’s the antithesis of her intellectual ideal system, which is the kiss of death.
Except, he’s kind of getting to her. Just a little bit. On a purely hormonal level, you understand. Not that she would EVER… *shudder* Ugh. It’s unthinkable.
And I’ve always had a fantasy that I’m fwinging erudite insults at someone, who is frantically flipping through a dictionary trying to figure out if he’s being insulted.
Yes, my fantasy life is kind of sad.
In real life, however, I’m not so quick with the snappy comeback category, so my insults tend to be more along the lines of, “Oh, yeah? Well, you’re a big poopy head.”
September 2nd, 2008 at 9:21 am
My boys find insults like that highly effective. =)
September 2nd, 2008 at 9:23 am
Sadly, so do most of the “adults” with whom I associate…