It is another meeting of the IWSG
baked ham - $12children - $8
I have too much news.
So I'll break it down into word-bites. Gah! The older I get the more I hate lingo of any sort. Still. Handy short-cuts I guess - which is all language is for anyway.
Me want bone.
Truly, I (such a subjective place to begin) feel such a strong desire for a good piece of meaty bone, one that hasn't been overly gnawed. Could you help with my repast request?Writing bite:
I have been struggling with writing the conspiracy behind my mystery. I think I finally have it. It is the down side of writing in the 'seat of one's pants' method, as opposed to the 'plotting' method. Or as Elizabeth George opines "a bunch of characters in search of a plot" when she is discussing how pantsers such as myself write. Of course she doesn't come right out and say that. I mean she does - the bunch of stuff. But she just mentions it as an unfortunate phase, not a lifestyle choice. However we want to write is fine with her...but... she finds it best to write a book before writing a book and she is a flaming rock-star and I'm a mendicant at the altar of the publishing industry. Ah well. Thing is I did it and now I'm on to the next part. Which is pretty much revising with a few stalling tactics first. Colour coding is always a good one and the editor I'm working with suggested it - so yee haw. No, truly, I probably won't because I have from now until mid-May to get the revision done and the conspiracy bit took up way too much time. Necessary, but really really hard. One of those times when anyone looking at me would've said - that girl isn't writing - she's futzing about, staring off into space, moaning and doing a lot of unnecessary cleaning.
Not writing bite;
So, before I got right down to it I went on a wee vacation. I went on a five hour bus ride to Cape Breton - just the ugly part, not the glorious part - where I stayed in a very nice hotel for two nights doing basically nothing but idle things with a dear friend of mine. We ate nice food, at the hotel, did crossword puzzles while we ate, like the weird old ladies we are, lay on the comfy, very nicely fitted beds watching netflix and yakked. Only, the last night after watching Judy (fabulous) I got dreadful sick. All night and most of the following morning. To make it nice for readers let's just say that I lost four pounds and I wasn't on a diet. Completely true but still a gussied up tale. A five hour bus ride was out of the question so my dear fella was phoned and he drove out with the pooch and saved me. On Saturday we spent another glorious time - eleven hours at Emergency. I thought food poisoning, they think some other horrible thing - a condition that I'll have to tend like a weed garden. My doctor gets to be the tie-breaker. Meanwhile I'm not writing. Well - this. And emails. Mostly I can only be upright for a little while and then I want to be prone. I am feeling lots better - but recovery seems slower than I would hope. So I've decided to do another good writerly thing, as I can do it lying down - I'm going to...
write elaborate character analyses by hand. I don't think this will be procrastinating as it can only go on for a couple of more days and I know it will strengthen my rewrite. Plus I maybe can do the colour coding thing or at least go through with a marker saying where big sections will have to be changed. Of course, other stuff is happening - my fella is going away to work in Labrador for two months - he was supposed to leave this coming weekend but won't be leaving until April which is good (cuz I still feel bad and he's nice. And handy) and bad because I thought that would really force me to get to work as there'd be nothing much else to do. But that is life - always throwing you a curve ball, which reminds me...
Not writing bite:
I got some astounding news a few days ago. It is not entirely my story to tell but I will say that it is weird and wonderful - not a thing bad about it, just hard to grok entirely. And it will come out in my writing. And I'll tell you when I'm able for sure. And entirely out of the blue which is a grand thing, because when I'm past surprising about how events unfold on this mud ball, well that will be too bad. That'll be that for this broad.
Okay - end of meeting for me. Time to take a little lie down. It is chore, lie down, chore, lie down...etcetera ...
As for today's question.
ha ha ha ha
But really I mean no, I don't have an immediate thought on this question. But you can bet I will later when there isn't so much a happening.
So march forth with your writing! It's imperative.