Accomplishments of the day
It's only 4:45 on Sunday afternoon, but I feel I need to share. I've completed 10 hours of 10 committed hours, for my RWANWIndiana "sprint" weekend. Very proud of myself.
Last week, my friend Bruce patiently sat and listened to my entire novel "In the Arms of the Enemy" (yeah, the hero in that is Hugh Jackman too) I was frantically scribbling corrections into the rejected ms (from Harlequin) and realizing exactly WHY the thing was rejected. Susan Litman of Silhouette probably was tearing her hair out while reading the thing. I couldn't believe the errors I made--not to mention the plot problems. Hopefully, Bruce and I worked them out. I spent the better part of 4 hours reworking/rewording the sex scene today. I've managed to finish Chapter Nine.
So, how do you know when your story is finished? Really finished? Publishable finished? Or not publishable finished--maybe it's when you've done the very best you can and can't do any better? Last year, I thought I'd done that with "Arms" NOT!
So, how do I know this time, then?
I do have one major dilemma. I'm not sure how to do this. If you'd kidnapped someone and were taking here from the basement of a large restaurant to a yacht tied up in the harbor of Lake Michigan, how would you get her on board without her being seen? Granted a storm is brewing and there will be blasts of rain. But there's still no guarantees someone wouldn't see her. So, we've stolen a florist van (no windows) We've stuck her in there 'til we get near the marina parking lot. Yes, we hide the van in some trees. No. Nobody can see the van there. I thought of a garbage dumpster-Bruce said it would never work. I agree. I don't think it would either. We could hit her over the head again (sigh) and bring her in with some trees? Yuck.
So much for that. I'm starting to read Michael Crieghton's Prey. I'm not a techie freak. In fact, I'm having a rather hard time getting through that part, but I'm discovering that I'm intrigued with the relationships of the people. I might just continue on and discover whether or not Julia really IS having an affair, or whether something else is happening to her--to make her CHANGE so drastically.
Computer time: Why in the world am I eating at the computer while I type in this bog update? Especially when the dinner is rock Cornish hen and rice? (yum)
Blogging: So how DO you get to have photos on the right side of the screen that just stay there. I know there's a way. I've seen many bogs doing it. However, I'm grateful to have gotten this far.
Anyway, so much for updates.
Happy writing everyone. Some day it will come together. (And some day my prince will come.)
Pat
Last week, my friend Bruce patiently sat and listened to my entire novel "In the Arms of the Enemy" (yeah, the hero in that is Hugh Jackman too) I was frantically scribbling corrections into the rejected ms (from Harlequin) and realizing exactly WHY the thing was rejected. Susan Litman of Silhouette probably was tearing her hair out while reading the thing. I couldn't believe the errors I made--not to mention the plot problems. Hopefully, Bruce and I worked them out. I spent the better part of 4 hours reworking/rewording the sex scene today. I've managed to finish Chapter Nine.
So, how do you know when your story is finished? Really finished? Publishable finished? Or not publishable finished--maybe it's when you've done the very best you can and can't do any better? Last year, I thought I'd done that with "Arms" NOT!
So, how do I know this time, then?
I do have one major dilemma. I'm not sure how to do this. If you'd kidnapped someone and were taking here from the basement of a large restaurant to a yacht tied up in the harbor of Lake Michigan, how would you get her on board without her being seen? Granted a storm is brewing and there will be blasts of rain. But there's still no guarantees someone wouldn't see her. So, we've stolen a florist van (no windows) We've stuck her in there 'til we get near the marina parking lot. Yes, we hide the van in some trees. No. Nobody can see the van there. I thought of a garbage dumpster-Bruce said it would never work. I agree. I don't think it would either. We could hit her over the head again (sigh) and bring her in with some trees? Yuck.
So much for that. I'm starting to read Michael Crieghton's Prey. I'm not a techie freak. In fact, I'm having a rather hard time getting through that part, but I'm discovering that I'm intrigued with the relationships of the people. I might just continue on and discover whether or not Julia really IS having an affair, or whether something else is happening to her--to make her CHANGE so drastically.
Computer time: Why in the world am I eating at the computer while I type in this bog update? Especially when the dinner is rock Cornish hen and rice? (yum)
Blogging: So how DO you get to have photos on the right side of the screen that just stay there. I know there's a way. I've seen many bogs doing it. However, I'm grateful to have gotten this far.
Anyway, so much for updates.
Happy writing everyone. Some day it will come together. (And some day my prince will come.)
Pat
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