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queenoftheskiesWhew! That's a mouth full! Er...a keyboard full? Well, it's full of something...that's for sure. :)
Anyway. The freaky guy at work got even freakier. Seems he hears voices talking to him. Should have guessed.
But, I only have to work two hours tomorrow (HOORAY!) and then I get to head out of town to Nevada for the weekend. Woo-hoo! Even if it's not really days off, it's still out of town. Out of town is good.
Today was crazy with too many things to do and not enough time to do them. Not that that's different from any other day except that there was even more of that today. :)
Went to bed late last night, but for the first time in FOREVER, I actually slept ALL night. Hooray!
Got up EARLY this morning to make homemade lotion/cream for a homemade bath/toiletry items swap. Has to be there tomorrow, so I had to send it overnight. Talk about EXPENSIVE!
And, of course, since it was Thursday, my youngest son had late start day. That meant taking my daughter to high school at 7:00 for 0 period, taking my oldest son to college to wait for his 8:00 class. Taking my youngest son to work with me and then at 8:30, taking him to middle school. I hate late start days.
Then, at 11:15, I had to leave to pick up my oldest son, get him lunch, and take him to his job at the high school.
Then, I had to go back to work and figure out how to cover payroll for the week, stress over that all afternoon, work a few miracles.
And, pick up kids, run a million and one errands after work, and get home at 7:00 tonight. (But, on the plus side, I ran to Barnes & Noble and picked up a book someone on a fantasy writing list recommended that just happens to be written by someone whose LJ posts I really enjoy. Can't wait to read it.)
So, I get home, feeling pretty sick, totally exhausted, and I look at my novel file and groan cause I didn't even get a chance to do any of my writing this morning. Normally I can do at least a page, sometimes two, if I'm on a roll.
So, here I sat, looking at it, whining to my sister, who I was e-mailing (Hi, Dev!), that I just couldn't write tonight. Sniffle...I just couldn't.
So, if it's one thing I've learned, it's that I CAN. So, I did.
Beginning of the End 1029 words for the day
142,408 total words to date
Of course, here's my concern. Getting my writing done this weekend while I'm out of town. I'm going to take my laptop, if I remember (I'm soooo brain dead sometimes!). But, time is the problem. And, I CANNOT miss a day.
Well, I'll work it out.
Time to sleep now. Got to feel better for tomorrow. Going to visit my sister (Hi again, Dev!). And, we're off to Vegas for a show!!! Hooray!
Anyway. The freaky guy at work got even freakier. Seems he hears voices talking to him. Should have guessed.
But, I only have to work two hours tomorrow (HOORAY!) and then I get to head out of town to Nevada for the weekend. Woo-hoo! Even if it's not really days off, it's still out of town. Out of town is good.
Today was crazy with too many things to do and not enough time to do them. Not that that's different from any other day except that there was even more of that today. :)
Went to bed late last night, but for the first time in FOREVER, I actually slept ALL night. Hooray!
Got up EARLY this morning to make homemade lotion/cream for a homemade bath/toiletry items swap. Has to be there tomorrow, so I had to send it overnight. Talk about EXPENSIVE!
And, of course, since it was Thursday, my youngest son had late start day. That meant taking my daughter to high school at 7:00 for 0 period, taking my oldest son to college to wait for his 8:00 class. Taking my youngest son to work with me and then at 8:30, taking him to middle school. I hate late start days.
Then, at 11:15, I had to leave to pick up my oldest son, get him lunch, and take him to his job at the high school.
Then, I had to go back to work and figure out how to cover payroll for the week, stress over that all afternoon, work a few miracles.
And, pick up kids, run a million and one errands after work, and get home at 7:00 tonight. (But, on the plus side, I ran to Barnes & Noble and picked up a book someone on a fantasy writing list recommended that just happens to be written by someone whose LJ posts I really enjoy. Can't wait to read it.)
So, I get home, feeling pretty sick, totally exhausted, and I look at my novel file and groan cause I didn't even get a chance to do any of my writing this morning. Normally I can do at least a page, sometimes two, if I'm on a roll.
So, here I sat, looking at it, whining to my sister, who I was e-mailing (Hi, Dev!), that I just couldn't write tonight. Sniffle...I just couldn't.
So, if it's one thing I've learned, it's that I CAN. So, I did.
Beginning of the End 1029 words for the day
142,408 total words to date
Of course, here's my concern. Getting my writing done this weekend while I'm out of town. I'm going to take my laptop, if I remember (I'm soooo brain dead sometimes!). But, time is the problem. And, I CANNOT miss a day.
Well, I'll work it out.
Time to sleep now. Got to feel better for tomorrow. Going to visit my sister (Hi again, Dev!). And, we're off to Vegas for a show!!! Hooray!
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Date: 2004-10-26 05:09 pm (UTC)So I write, then my husband gets to read it and I make changes based on his suggestions (he reads a lot and usually provides good insight), then I give it to a few select friends as test readers. After I listen to their feedback and often make changes based on that, I submit to a publisher.
I worry that a writers' group would be exactly as you describe: cliquey and self-congratulatory. I don't have time for such pretension (see my recent journal entry on this subject (http://www.livejournal.com/users/kimberlychapman/4368.html)).
I suppose if I knew more writers closely enough as friends, then I'd be willing to share back and forth and things. Only, I actually find it hard to give feedback. Some random person once emailled me and asked me for feedback on her poetry, and I warned her that I'm very honest and would give her a real opinion; she said that's what she wanted because she wanted to publish the stuff. But then she got quite upset when I told her that her poetry had failed to evoke any response in me, meaning it was not likely to be published. The poem continually said how she could not describe her feelings, but I told her that the point of publishing poetry (as opposed to writing it for personal pleasure) is to share emotions, so she *HAD* to describe her feelings. I said that was the point of writing, to share with the audience, to use words in an effective manner to evoke a response.
She was very unhappy that I said that, even though I did so as gently as possible.
So now I feel oogy about commenting on other people's work (except students who ask for essay help because they're never personally invested in that stuff).