Tuesday, May 5, 2009

Hoisted on Her Own Petard ...or...embattled but not broken



My Dad coaching hockey! Only I'm pretending he is yelling at me cuz I've just done something goofy. I've fallen on my keister or argued with the ref or something and he is telling me to get my eye on the puck and my skates on the ice...


It is three-thirty and what have I done on the Rockwalker. Very little I'm afraid. And I am. Afraid. I'm freaking out here, people. Plopping down the words is one thing but having them make sense and the plot work out is another. I thought I was ready for the revision but I need more work on the basic plot.

me (clown), Jude (pretty lady)

There! I said it out loud. Now I will commence to doing it even though I don't know how. I know what happens - I just don't know how to show what happens. Does that make sense? Does anything? Am I blithering? Yes. That's what I'm trying to tell you so quit falling about hooting at what a comical thing I am and pay attention. I want you all to message me and tell me to get back up on my skinny little pegs and ski damn it. Now!

4 comments:

Jude said...

Get back up on your skinny little pegs and do it! Now!

Liz in PA said...

Carry on-n-n-n-n-n-n!

Sue Goyette said...

You know all of this is normal, the smoke not the fire, the mirror not the magic. You're just revving up, warming up to the idea. It's a proper thing that you're scared but it's nothing you can't handle. Courage, as John Wayne said and as you know, isn't not being afraid but getting on the horse anyway. Now get yourself back in the saddle and ride it out! Happy trails, my friend.

arlommoen said...

Let me tell you a story about a centipede that thought how to walk - he ended up in a ditch. Get on with your book!