I think either spelling is acceptable.
I finally got caught up in here, yay! And I've been writing, more yay! I had an epiphany about a project that made it the One True Project for Right Now (it's a perennial problem for me, I try to focus on one thing and get distracted by another idea) and started writing longhand in a bound journal. That used to be what I always did, but I was seduced by the Word Processor with its promises of easy editing, which was also my downfall as I am one to get mired in revising when I should just be plowing through the first draft.
Anyway, it's going well, got about 4000 words that maybe could stand alone but I think it will end up being about 20k. I'll be needing a beta in a few days if anyone is interested. Retold fairy tale, basically.
Whenever you're ready, -t, you can ping me.
Thanks, Barb. I can send you a Word file or share a Google doc with you, as you prefer, as soon as I get it typed up. Friday or so, probably.
No prob. Word's fine with me.
Last night was a writing night. After the kids went to sleep, I stayed up late writing. Not good for the sleeping but I got in about 1800 words. Chapter 10 has some interesting character interaction. It's hard to stop once I get going. I'm really looking forward to chapters 11 and 12, lots of stuff going on in those.
No time to write last night, maybe no time tonight either. Sadness. I have a relationship to destroy and a character to kill dammit.
I had a dream last night that was close to a nightmare. With a little working, it's morphed itself into a pretty good story in the horror vein. But I don't want to write it, it gives me the willies and I don't want to associate with it.
But it's not like I've been embarrassed by a glut of produceable ideas or the mental umph to write them. It's very frustrating.
I have a relationship to destroy and a character to kill dammit.
And... I'm flashing to Princess Bride:
"Tyrone, you know how much I love watching you work, but I've got my country's 500th anniversary to plan, my wedding to arrange, my wife to murder and Guilder to frame for it; I'm swamped."
I was hit with a new story idea tonight over hamburgers.
Connie, maybe if you write it, you purge yourself of it?
I was hit with a new story idea tonight over hamburgers.
Cool.
Chapter 10 is done. One character dead, though he was a bit of a redshirt. More important characters will pop their clogs later. One fledgling relationship destroyed beyond repair. I'm up to 66,000 words now.
Is it cool or lame that I get heated up writing sex scenes?
