I have been totally remiss in keeping up with my blog, but the “moving experience” has just heaped so many pesky details on my desk that I don’t seem able to dig my way out of them. And then there’s the usual NYC publishing year-end panic when everyone realizes at once that there’s only a month left in 2005 and their desks are still piled high, so they empty them on mine. Jolly good fun, ho ho ho, let’s let the author work over the holidays while we play. Everyone knows authors don’t have lives.
I suppose it does seem as if we just sit in front of our computers and play all day, so it’s pretty tough to feel sorry for us. And I had so much fun playing with my mystical island tale today that even I have a hard time feeling sorry for me! After weeks of pulling hair and trying to tug these characters out into the open, they finally let it all hang out, thank the moon, the stars, and whatever wishes to take credit.
Maybe I ought to do some sort of moon chart to determine what phase of the moon creates the easiest, fastest writing, and just work on those days. I can see it now…sitting in my jammies all week playing solitaire and sipping tea waiting for those monthly inspired days to finish a book. Wonder if it’s physically possible to write a hundred pages in a day?
It’s probably dangerous to let me sit around and get bored for any length of time. I’d probably incite a riot for lack of anything better to do. Guess I’d better stick to the usual gnashing my teeth and pounding the keyboard method. Not pretty, but effective. And let it be known—gnashing teeth is hard work!
You will take note that the last time I posted on this blog was the same time of the month. Eerie music please.
Nature's Reset Button
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