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November 28, 2005
Wish Me Luck
I start a new job today at 10:30.
Then I head to the gym.
Then I'm off to rehearsal (for a directing scene, not a full-length show).
Then I come back here and write at least 3 thousand words so I can make 80K by midnight Wednesday. Damn. I just realized that I have to go see a show on Wednesday night. I have to write 4K tonight.(And still get to bed early enough to be able to start work tomorrow at 8am.) Oh joy. Oh rapture.
So that's my day.
But I've got my new Converse All Stars on, so life is good.
Posted by sally at 10:06 AM
November 27, 2005
Happy 8th Anniversary, David
Can you believe we got married eight years ago today?
It's funny. I still don't remember much about the ceremony, too much emotion wrapped up in it, I think. For me, the sweetest moment of the whole day was when the alarm clock went off and you rolled over in bed, looked at me and said, "Can we get married now?"
I love you more than I can ever give voice to. Thank you so much for being in my life. Believe it or not, I would go through every second of the last eight years again if at the end of things you were still here with me.
I love you. Happy Anniversary.
Posted by sally at 11:47 AM
November 25, 2005
Baby It's Cold Inside
The hideous stagnant air alert thingy has been lifted. FINALLY. We had a glorious wind yesterday, and only stupidity kept me from opening the windows. Today, however, they are all flung wide. Glorious breezes are blowing through the whole house and taking away the two weeks' worth of indoor air. (I wasn't about to exchange stale indoor air for stale outdoor air while the pollution levels were rising outside.) The cats love it. They can't decide which window to sit in.
According to Dave, and the National Weather Service, there is now a heavy snow warning (3-5 inches) for today. I infinitely prefer snow to bad air. I'm not sure how the roses feel about it. (I should have got out in the garden yesterday and cleared some things up. Everyone in the city but me was raking leaves.)
Speaking of Dave, he made a FANTASTIC dinner last night. A lovely little tenderloin roast coated with garlic and horseradish. Sooooooo wonderful, and small enough that I don't think there were any leftovers. Yummy broccoli with a cheese sauce that he said was fabulous, baked potatoes and crescent rolls. For dessert, apple pie with real whipped cream. Yummy, yummy dinner.
Then, of course, it being Thanksgiving, we watched A Christmas Story. We had to. It's tradition. And it is no less funny for my having seen it ten or twelve times than it was the first time I saw it. I love that movie.
I've got to go shut the windows and turn the furnace back on. My clock/thermometer says it's 61 degrees under my desk lamp. Brrrrrrrrrrrrr!
Posted by sally at 10:26 AM
November 24, 2005
Happy Thanksgiving!
To those of you who live in the US. Otherwise, Happy Thursday!
Also, Happy Birthday DAD! (I wish I could figure out how to make this text flash on and off.)
Tiddlyacious wishes from the woman who should only have one glass of wine with dinner, not two.
Posted by sally at 12:01 AM
November 19, 2005
As of about 10 Minutes Ago...
I have written 50,104 words' worth of Devil Daughter.
That's right. I've got more than 50K. My first year of NaNoWriMo and I won in 19 days. (Though their clock is set to EST, so even though I published my new wordcount at 9:05pm here, they say I did it on November 20. Fools. I did it TODAY.)
I kind of wish I could stop for the night and spend the rest of the evening patting myself on the back, but I'm right in the middle of some serious personal analysis on the part of my main character and I need to get back to it. (Besides, I still have 800 words to go to hit my daily goal of 2000.)
You didn't think I was going to stop just because I had the right number of words, did you?
Posted by sally at 09:13 PM
Guess What I'm Doing Today
You'll never guess.
Nope.
Not even close.
I'm judging the district tournament for the Idaho State High School Drama Competition.
In other words, I'm the responsible adult type who is deciding which high school students will go on to fame and glory and which will be quashed, all hopes and dreams torn from their miserable little lives, no pride left, doomed to merely exist, for the rest of their days, in the gutters of northern Idaho.
Or something like that.
Should be interesting.
But why, oh why does it have to start at 8:30am? Who can act at 8:30am? No one. Believe me when I say this, nobody can act at 8:30 in the morning. Not even Henry Fonda or Kathryn Hepburn could have acted before 10am.
Posted by sally at 07:58 AM
November 16, 2005
For My David,
Happy first 8th Anniversary.
(Seems like forever.)
Posted by sally at 08:01 PM
November 15, 2005
Now I Have a Complete Set
Mere hours after I posted the other pictures, Imogen decided it was her turn to assist in my creative endeavors.
And speaking of my endeavors, I'm going to break 40K today, folks.
Posted by sally at 01:44 PM
November 14, 2005
Where Did You Come From?
Okay. My possessed nun was supposed to be pathetic and helpless and heartbreaking. Only, the story of her possession is hilarious. Not helpful.
The brother who's not the antichrist? He turns out to be a coke dealer in Cabo San Lucas. Yeah. Who ends up touring hell with another demon. In an interesting plot twist, he was eaten by flesh-eating zombies that used to work for him (before they became undead they were two thugs named Max and Rico), but I needed him to be alive, so that changed and now Max and Rico are small, smoking piles of ash on a warehouse floor. And good riddance, i say.
35,761 words = 72% complete = The HELL? Flesh-eating zombies?
Posted by sally at 01:25 AM
November 13, 2005
Cat Pictures and Ecstasy
This whole NaNoWriMo thing is hard, really hard, and I couldn't do it without the love and support of my David and the helpful "assistance" of, well, everybody else I live with. For your viewing pleasure, below are some pictures of my feline aides hard at work.
Polyphemos, not content with simply being my muse, has decided to take a more paws-on approach.
Katala, on the other hand, is content to simply be admired.
And then there's Quickly. No surprise, I suppose, that she must be right in the middle of the creative process (or any process, for that matter) at all times.
(If you were here for the pretty pictures, you can stop reading now. Otherwise, I have some observations about the nature of hard work and creativity.)
Allow me to explain what I mean by the above statement, "This whole NaNoWriMo thing is hard, really hard." Yesterday is an excellent example. Yesterday, I spent eight hours writing 1678 words. I will be honest. I spent much of that time avoiding writing the words because I knew the writing of the words would be hard. Like squeezing grapefruit juice out of a lump of coal hard. So I wrote the words in 3-400 word chunks. And then I would take long breaks.
LOOOOOOOOONG breaks.
I threw the 2k/day rule right out the window because I knew it wasn't going to happen. But since I was ahead of where that would put me anyway, I figured it was okay to "take the day off" by only meeting the Nano goal. I needed to write something. I know myself well enough to know that if I stop, if I take one day off because it is hard, I will never, ever try something like this again. For those of you who know me, I'm sure it comes as no surprise to learn that I am an all or nothing kind of gal.
So I wrote my 1678 and called it good. I had met the Nano goal and exceeded it by 11 words. And I had a pretty good idea about where things needed to go and how the plot needed to progress in-between the bits I already had written. Fair enough. Besides, it was 2am and time for bed.
Inspiration struck while I was brushing my teeth. Swear to god. Spit out toothpaste, rinse mouth quickly, run to computer to turn it on because I had, for once in my life turned my laptop entirely off instead of just closing it. Dance impatiently around office waiting for laptop to boot up. Move cat out of chair. Close stupid windows Messenger opens every time it re-boots. Open window in Word. Begin typing like a fiend.
Fifteen minutes later, I not only had an additional 1,111 words, I had written the climactic moment of the novel. And I had made myself cry while writing it. Fucking. Brilliant.
(This is not to say that it doesn't need some serious editing, only that the bones of what is there are very, very good.)
I saved the document, turned off the laptop, re-brushed my teeth, got some water, climbed into bed, all the while feelng like I had just run a marathon. I was even breathing heavily. Of course, I couldn' t sleep then. Too much adrenaline, too much triumph, too much whatever it is you feel when you give birth to an idea after being in travail for almost 16 hours.
So I grabbed the notebook I keep next to the bed for emergency "I must write this idea before I go back to sleep and forget it" moments and scribbled this:
11/13/05
3:10am
I just need to record this, to save and to savor this moment.
[Blah Blah Blah Blah long-winded exploration of what I just recapped above]
So I have printed it out and put it away and here I sit in bed in my solitary glory, able to share it with no one, really, except the cats.
At this point, Polyphemos, as if hearing his cue, began the noisy process of throwing up. Since he was lying on Dave at the time, I decided it needed dealing with immediately. By the time I got everything cleaned up -- he got to the floor before the worst could happen-- and got back into bed, it was 4am. There was no one I could tell, no one I could call. I just had to enjoy the magic alone.
Now, of course, I feel like something large and pointy ran over me. More than once. Write today? Are you kidding? I need a nap. Or three.
Posted by sally at 12:43 PM
November 12, 2005
I Just Ate the Last Tomato
There will be no more tomatoes from the garden this season. It snowed a couple of days ago and they are all nasty-looking. It was very sad. The act of eating the last tomato, I mean. The tomato itself, being a fruit, probably didn't care one way or the other.
However, since every single tomato that came from my garden this year was a volunteer, I really shouldn't be complaining. I'm guessing, however, that I won't be so lucky again.
It may be obvious, but I am a dab hand at stating the obvious, so I shall bring this out into the light. I am not working on my novel. The Hell You Say! I'm not. I have written a grand total of 856 words today. Eight. Hundred. And. Fifty. Six.
I hit the 30,000 mark last night, roughly five days ahead of schedule, and promptly ran out of steam.
Apparently this is pretty much par for the course. I'm smack in the middle of week 2, which is when lots and lots of people drop out. I, however will not. Why, you ask? Because:
1) I am really, really, really stubborn and
2) If I cannot finish a 50,000 word novel in 30 days when I have no job and no classes, I cannot possibly justify my existence. Being something warm for the cats to snuggle with is not enough of an occupation for me. I will write 50K and then I will write another 10K and we will call that a start. And then I will edit the sumbitch because that's what we do next. And hopefully by the time I'm done with all that, it will be summer again and I will be doing Shakespeare and possibly teaching because those are the two things I live to do.
So. Off to write. Or at least to pretend to be writing by poking around the Nano forums and playing games and writing haiku. Like these original efforts that sprang fresh and new from my fingertips this morning:
It had such promise,
This lovely gem of a plot.
Now it's all gone wrong.
My antagonist
Is getting out of hand now.
Kill kill kill kill kill.
thirty K later
I am such a late bloomer
Now I hit week 2
Tootsie Rolls all night,
To eat them or keep writing?
I have gained ten pounds.
Posted by sally at 07:53 PM
I Have Just Passed 30,000 Words...
I'm well on my way to winning Nano and halfway to my goal of 60K. (Not that anything I wrote today was worth saving, but I wrote it, so I'm damn well going to include it in my word count.)
And now? Now I'm passing out.
Posted by sally at 01:10 AM
November 10, 2005
Persephone
I bought a pomegranate at the co-op the other day. I decided today to have some of it for lunch.
The arrival of the pomegranates in the produce section has always made me happy to be alive in November. They're such amazing fruits. And whenever I have one, I remember the first time, when I went shopping with Heather, a fellow RA in my hall at my undergraduate university, and she was so astonished that I'd never eaten a pomegranate she insisted on buying one right that instant and taking it back home to eat.
I love pomegranates. I love everything about them. I love the fact that their slightly unappealing rind hides such glories. I love that fact that peeling and eating a pomegranate is such a sensual process. You delicately peel away the exterior, careful to not puncture any seeds, and there they are, a fruit full of jewels. And then you have to carefully, carefully remove each seed individually, lest it should burst, and when you put one in your mouth and bite down...
Wow.
All I can say is, no wonder Persephone thought six months in hell was a fair exchange for a half-dozen pomegranate seeds. I've eaten maybe ten today, and I am overwhelmed with the flavor.
Posted by sally at 03:15 PM
Conversation with My Husband
I don't know why we don't talk much to each other face to face during the day. I suppose because he's working in his office and it's a pain to shout up and down the stairs. Also, since he's working, I oughtn't interrupt him. He gets all cranky when I do. But IM seems to be an exception to this rule. Not sure why. Anyway, here's the conversation he and I just had, just now:
Sally says:
Was bit by the writing bug early today. And now?
Sally says:
25,130 words, baby.
David Eames-Harlan says:
yes?
Sally says:
WOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOO!
David Eames-Harlan says:
Nice!
Sally says:
And I have moved into Chapter 4.
David Eames-Harlan says:
I think this calls for a....
[pig dance]
David Eames-Harlan says:
pig dance
Sally says:
Doin the butt dance in my chair along with the pig.
Sally says:
Thank you, thankyouverymuch.
Sally says:
You gonna finish that sandwich?
David Eames-Harlan says:
already gone.
David Eames-Harlan says:
the boat of dem
Sally says:
Anyway, I was blocked at the end of Chapter 3. Didn't know how to get out of the habit I had developed of explaining the passing moments in such detail.
Sally says:
and I knew there were BIG and important events that had to happen, and I didn't want to still be working to get there at 400,000 words.
Sally says:
So I stopped writing chronologically a couple of days ago and skipped ahead.
Sally says:
Wrote a couple of later scenes. Yesterday, I added onto the end of one and made some bits stronger in the middle of the other.
Sally says:
That kind of thing.
David Eames-Harlan says:
nice
Sally says:
But this morning, I had a vision of how to move on from the end of Chapter 3.
Sally says:
so I did.
Sally says:
and when I went to the King James Version online to find some verses to use as support (good way to up the word count without having to come up with more words myself),
Sally says:
I discovered that a thing that I had written about the last time I dealt with chapter 3, that I had expanded on at the beginning of chapter 4, HAD AN ACTUAL CONNECTION TO THE BOOK OF REVELATION.
David Eames-Harlan says:
nice!
Sally says:
and it took me to another place further in the scene that really complicates things for everybody concerned and adds to the shit my protagonist has to deal wit.
Sally says:
h.
David Eames-Harlan says:
heheh
David Eames-Harlan says:
woo hoo!!!
Sally says:
And the next thing I knew, I counted my words and added the new number to what I alread had and I'd passed 25K.
David Eames-Harlan says:
excellent
David Eames-Harlan says:
I think... yes. definitely:
[pig dance]
Sally says:
Already this morning, I have written 1685 words.
Sally says:
teeheehee.
We're a couple of dorks, aren't we? Or mabye it's just me...
Posted by sally at 12:42 PM
Pole Dance, Anyone?
One of the great features of NaNoWriMo is the genre forums. Though I now officially categorize myself as "other" (being schizophrenically dragged from chick lit to fantasy to comic fantasy to horror to urban fantasy back to chick lit), I can access all of the genre forums and see who's playing where.
On the genre forums, people post dares. As in, "I dare you to include a scene in your novel where the female MC shoves gummy worms up her nose and gets caught by a) her love interest, b) her boss, c) her psychiatrist. Bonus points if the person who catches her can actually be described as d) all of the above." (Actually, that's a really great dare. Excuse me while I go post it.)
It's a good way to get plot ideas, to put the fun back into your story if you're stuck, and to chip away at writer's block.
So last week, one of our Municipal Liasons told me about a dare she'd just posted challenging writers to get their characters to pole dance on a city bus or subway. And? Today I took up that thrown down gauntlet and rose nobly to the challenge. Not only did the dare give me another scene to write, (and 2,100 words), it helped me figure out how to get my main character and the demon she hangs with together.
OOOOOOHHHHHHYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...
And by the way? I am at 23,445 words, 47% of the way to 50,000 words. It feels good.
Posted by sally at 01:33 AM
November 09, 2005
Yes, Yes, YES!
I am at 20,990 words.
YES!
I am almost halfway to 50K and more than 1/3 to 60K. I can do this.
Posted by sally at 01:17 AM
November 08, 2005
As of Sometime Between 1 & 2 am
I have a wordcount of 18,218. I am officially more than 1/3 of the way written. (Unofficially is an entirely different story of course. One that's much, much longer.)
I also put together a killer playlist on Napster (well, on my laptop, thanks to Napster) called Angsty Boys.
'sawesome. I could listen to it over and over and over again.
Angsty Boys
Good Charlotte -- Lifestyles of the Rich & Famous
The Killers -- Mr. Brightside
The Verve Pipe -- The Freshmen
John Mayer -- Your Body Is a Wonderland
Semisonic -- Closing Time
Toadies -- Possum Kingdom
Lou Reed -- Perfect Day (2003 Remaster)
Nirvana -- As You Are
Nine Inch Nails -- Closer (with all the nasty lyrics)
Everclear -- I Will Buy You a New Life
Pearl Jam -- Better Man
Counting Crows -- Round Here
Peter Gabriel -- Solsbury Hill
R.E.M. -- Nightswimming
Counting Crows -- Hanginaround
Gin Blossoms -- Hey Jealousy
Everclear -- Heroin Girl
Van Morrison -- Brown-Eyed Girl
Lou Reed -- Walk on the Wild Side
R.E.M. -- It's the End of the World
Goo Goo Dolls -- Iris (Album version)
Iggy Pop -- Lust for Life
R.E.M. -- Losing My Religion (Album Version)
Toad the Wet Sprocket -- Walk on the Ocean
K's Choice -- Not An Addict (Yeah, I know it's not a male vocalist. It's plenty angsty, though. Call it a bonus track.)
I know bits of it don't seem like they'd work, but they do, though. Trust me. Better yet, try it for yourself. Fabulous achy music in one way or another. Call it the soundtrack to my twenties. Some of the songs weren't written yet, but they apply perfectly.
Posted by sally at 11:43 AM
November 07, 2005
I Just Made Somebody's Eyeball Explode
while sitting in a coffee shop in Moscow, Idaho.
On paper, of course. And for me, I suspect the most distressing aspect of this whole process is that it wasn't nearly as disturbing for me as I feel like it should have been. So far, the most clean and evocative portions of my entire novel have been those in which someone is experiencing either emotional or physical pain. Well, those and the funny bits.
An interesting discovery to make about my own psyche. Not sure I want to go spelunking for the source.
Unfortunately, I had to stop writing because 1) I really, really had to pee and 2) I have a rehearsal in which I will be crawling all over a 20 year-old man. Common courtesy dictates I should shower first.
But I wanted to share the loveliness of the bursting eyeball with you, Faithful Reader, before I got on with my life.
I'll post the excerpt soon. Just because. You need to know what pings around in my head. (It's probably not surprising to anybody but me.) One caveat. No comments. I do not want to know what anyone thinks about it. Because why? Because I know it needs serious editing. Remember. this month is just about getting it written. Getting it edited happens later. L-A-T-E-R.
If you're really curious about this whole process, here's how my story starts. (Scroll down to the bottom of the page.)
Later. I've got a date with some hot, hot water.
Posted by sally at 04:55 PM | Comments (1)
November 05, 2005
Current Word Count as of 11:53pm - 13,016
Posted by sally at 11:56 PM
I Need to Get OUT of Here
I need to go to a big, fancy, 'spensive department store in a big, fancy, 'spensive city and just wander around the makeup and jewelry counters sampling and trying things on.
I need to be a girly-girl for a while, and no, Claire's in the Palouse Mall Does. Not. Cut. It. as a girly-girl kind of establishment. I think I maybe also need a facial or six...
Posted by sally at 12:54 PM
The Shape of Things
I saw a student production of the above play last night, and I was glad to have been there. It was brilliantly cast, and the actors all did solid, thoughtful work. Of course there were choices I disagreed with, everyone has their own idea of how a moment should be crafted. But cast, director and designer should be really, really proud of their work.
Dave didn't go with me. Grad school, full-time job and some stuff on the side are finally taking their toll, I think. At one point yesterday, he and Polyphemos were zonked on the couch. It was so sweet. So he didn't go to the show, preferring to stay home and do some sleeping. So of course last night was the night everyone who knows him attended. Well, maybe not everyone, but most of them. Every. single. person. asked me where he was. And to every. single. person. I gave the same answer: He's asleep on the couch with the one-eyed cat.
Paul thought it was a good play title; John said it sounded like a country western song. I plumped for the title of a collection of essays. Regardless, it's a great image. Which is why I kept repeating it.
Okay. Must do some novel-oriented writing now. I've set myself a new goal: 2000 words a day. The way I see it, my story is going to need lots and lots of cuts and editing once it's finished, so why not make sure I can pare things down and still have a book-length book? As of 2am, I was at 9680. By tomorrow evening, I need to be at 12,000 words. Considering that I've just now got to the interesting part, I don't think I'll have trouble getting to that point.
My only worry is that I'm going to turn out to be Stephen King or Tom Clancy, writing thousands of words that nobody cares about. Not that they don't tell compelling stories, only that they tend to ramble on sometimes with uninteresting and unnecessary detail. I want my story to be spare and clean. I have to write all the detail now to be sure I get the whole thing out, but I'm going to work very, very hard once it's done to be sure that there's no excess.
Last fall I read an interview with George Saunders (I don't recall where) in which he said something I have taken to heart in all of my writing since. -- Well, except here, of course. This is just for me, and anybody who thinks I say too much here is welcome to stop reading any time. -- Anyhow, I was so impressed with one of the things he said that I typed it up and hung it on the wall above my desk:
My thought is that you trust the hot spots. Don't even think about anything else. Look for the place where the prose energy is high. Cut away the other stuff--be brave enough to do that.
Right now, I'm writing the whole, bloody casserole. Later on, I'll go through and pick out the tasty bits.
Posted by sally at 11:51 AM
November 04, 2005
The Value of Taking a Break
I learned this last night in a vastly different way from having this lesson before.
I was working on my novel and it was really, really tough going. Every 400 words or so, I would IM Dave saying things like:
Sally says:
Grrrrr.
Sally says:
Stuck.
Sally says:
917 words to go this evening, and I am stuck.
And then another 400 words later:
Sally says:
Almost 3/4 of the way done now.
Sally says:
uuuuuuuurrrrrrgh.
And then I thought, "Well, helloo, Stupid. Why don' t you take a break? Nobody said you had to write all 1667 words in one sitting. Take five minutes and then come back to it. "So I did.
My goal for last night was 6000 words total, to put me a little ahead of the game. 5001 is the magic number to beat at the end of day 3 (1667 words a day), but I want to be a little ahead, so if I come upon a 500 word night, I won't have to scramble later. When I wrote that second set of IM's, I was at about 5500 total words. And stuck.
My stuckness was partly due to not having much idea where I wanted to go next with the story, but also involved my having just written a scene with traces of brilliance. It has the bones of being something really cool if I can work on it and craft it. But NaNoWriMo isn't about editing and crafting. It's about getting the sucker down on paper so you can have something to edit later. Much, much later. So what I really wanted, it turns out, was a little time to admire myself and feel good about what I had just managed to accomplish. That's when I took the break.
When I came back to things, and really, the break was about stretching and scratching and getting a drink of water and some more tootsie rolls, and referring back to the image I had selected to sort of focus on and guide my thoughts for the evening's writing (I may have checked my email and poked around a couple of other blogs too), I sat down and started writing what happened next. And the next thing I knew, I was at (drum roll, please)
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(Is the suspense killing you yet? I'm good at suspense. I'm a novelist.)
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7680 words.
I had managed to conjure up an additional 2000 or so words in the five minutes I took away from the laptop.
I should have figured the take a break thing out earlier, of course. Incubation has always been my favorite step of the creative process. But I was so focused on the goal that I had forgotten process existed. How very, very like me. Why do I have to keep learning the same lessons over and over and over again?
Posted by sally at 11:03 AM
November 02, 2005
The More Things Change...
...the more they stay the same.
Posted by sally at 09:15 AM | Comments (2)
November 01, 2005
This Is the Kind of Husband I Have
In preparation for the frantic beginnings of NaNoWrimo, my David did the following things:
1) Insisted that if I am going to use the Eeyore ears and feather boa as my writing gear at home, I need to also use them as my writing gear abroad, so to speak. And in aid of that cause, he has offered to wear the Eeyore ears (though not the boa) in One World for a period of no less than ten minutes and the entire ensemble in his Theatre Seminar class for an entire class period so that I won't feel like the only idiot in Moscow.
2) Stuck a note up on my laptop just before midnight that said,
Write! Write! Write!
Don't worry about right.
Love, Me.
3) Set his alarm clock (accurate via the atomic clock in Boulder) for midnight so that I would know exactly when to start. Since I was in the bedroom blowing my nose at the time, I also got a countdown for the final five seconds.
Dave rocks. Don't let anybody tell you otherwise.
Posted by sally at 08:46 AM
1203 Words and Counting
That's how many words I typed between midnight and now, according to Word. It's such a boon, to be able to type like the wind...
And we're off and running. Three pages into chapter 1 and my character has already hinted at exciting possibilities I hadn't considered when I started typing. I really hope I can stick with this. I need to know how the story ends.
Hopefully the Eeyore ears, feather boa and tootsie rolls will carry me through the next 48K+ words.
Posted by sally at 12:42 AM
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