Archive | June 2006

Write For Your Life

By the way, I’m going to have those words printed on a t-shirt one day soon.

In more relevant news, I made a lot of progress on Waiting, formerly known as rough draft #3, yesterday. I now have 17 handwritten pages ready be typed this morning. This story is actually due on Friday so I thought it best to go on and get it out of the way. It’s flowing pretty easily… I pretty much wrote the whole thing laying across my bed while the kids sat on my bedroom floor watching Lady and the Tramp. I also see it being pretty long which probably isn’t the best thing given my timeline, here, but I must do what the story dictates (and thank God for 6,000 word limits). Ahhh, isn’t it lovely being at the mercy of your muse?

Guess I’d better hop to it then. These damned stories won’t quite write themselves, will they?

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Finally

I hit just over 1500 words on The Good Wife tonight. It was actually unintended writing, but I’m glad I finally got there. I still feel there’s much more to do, but 1500 words is a decent rough draft in my eyes.

Whew.

I can sleep now, right?

Hi, Low

I only managed 879 words on The Good Wife, formerly known as story #2, yesterday. It’s frustrating because the entire story is in my head. I know exactly what needs to happen and I know exactly where it needs to go, but somehow I just can’t get out the words it takes to get it there. It didn’t help that I suddenly came crashing down yesterday from a weeklong high. I don’t know what it is/was, but for no appaarent reason I was just bummed and didn’t feel like doing much of anything.

This morning I am again moving at a snail’s pace, but at least I am getting more words down. I’m wondering if I should just stick a pin in The Good Wife for now and move on to story #3. I feel like I could pump out a rough draft for that one in no time.

Hopefully I’ll have better news later.

True Confession

I have a confession to make. Up until yesterday afternoon, I hadn’t owned a library card in almost ten years.

Shameful. I honestly don’t know how I’ve gotten by without one. It actually took my running out of ink in my printer and really needing to get somewhere to print some contracts that I had to get to the library and handle my business. As a matter of fact, I’m currently blogging from the library, trying to use up the remainder of my thirty minute internet usage since it took less than five minutes to do my printing.

On the writing front, I’ve got to get home today and tie myself to the chair and type, damn it, type these rough drafts or else they’ll never get done. And as of this morning, I’ve agreed to write four more stories, these due by mid-August.

I understand busy is good in the writing world, and boy, am I not used to this. But, I’ll take it, yes, I will.

Checking In

It’s been extremely difficult for me to keep myself planted in front of the PC for any length of time the last couple of days. However, ideas for the various stories due keep coming, so I’ve opted to scribble it all in my trusty notebooks in hopes that someday soon I’ll have the discipline to sit and type it all up. I’m very excited about two of the stories – I mean, I’m excited about them all, but you get what I’m saying.

In one of the stories, I revisit characters from Applegate Avenue (The Death On Applegate Avenue, Amazons: Sexy Tales Of Strong Women, 2006). With the theme and all, it just seemed natural the characters reside there (since in my mind, and in the story, Applegate Avenue has that Wisteria Lane/Stepford, Connecticut feel). In the other story, and for the first time ever, I’m writing about a writer.

I received a new contract today, printed it, realized I didn’t edit in my address and have to do it again tomorrow so that I can get in the mail. I also got the most amazing compliment from one of my literary heroes. It went something like: “…I’m such a fan of your work!” and I’m thinking, But… but… I want to be like you when I grow up! Anyway, it felt awesome and so surreal.

All in all, not a bad day.

Randomness

Earlier today, I had this thought:

Man, I am really writing my ass off!

Then I had this thought:

Man, it would be really cool if I could write my ass off!

And instead of working on the rough draft a new story as planned, I strayed a bit – ok, a lot and worked on something old. Remember Girl Talk, that super-long-but-was supposed-to-be-short romantic story? Well, I thought it might work for another call for short romantic fiction, but I quickly discovered it’s still far too long. Then, as I went through it, and accidently began editing and adding to the story, I saw that it could actually benefit from being a lot longer. I fear it may become a novella, and what the hell am I going to do with it then???

I also worked more on the Armadillo essay. I’m aiming for about 800 words (but we know how wordy I can be) and I’m looking to send it to one of my favorite (and free) publications. And on that note, who knew that Armadillos roamed in South Carolina???

‘Nuff said for tonight, I think. Feels good to be scribbling in the old notebook again, to be writing something, to want to write everything…

I Should Do My Blogging In The Mornings…

…when I’m somewhat fresh and have a better chance at remembering everything I wanted to talk about in the first place.

I did some writing today. I’m up to almost 2500 words on Breathing, formerly known as “the fetish story.” It is a classic rough draft, mispelled words and corny dialogue all over the place. I’m going to let it sit while I write the rough drafts of three other stories. That’s my game plan to write four stories in 12 days, by the way… get the rough draft down, move on to the next, then come back and finish them. We’ll see how that works out.

I contacted the director who was handling the short film version of Her Mama’s House because I wanted to give her a copy of Dressing Desire and accidentally found out that she probably won’t be shooting anything at all this year. She doesn’t even want me to worry about finishing the script version of her own manuscript that she already paid me for. Ah, well. It is a bummer, but life goes on.

I also started an essay. It has the word “Armadillo” in the title. It’s going to be funny.

Yep, it’s late and I’m drinking, but I know exactly when to wrap it up, folks.