In all fairness, if I'm to rantabout bad days, I must admit to having the occasional good one. This wasn't a good one. "G" But I did get my e-mail straightened out after much huffing, puffing, and many threats to blow up various and assorted servers. Then I spent hours at the dentist. Oh well.
I've done a modicum of research for the new contemp proposal but spend most of my writing time today snail-crawling through the historical's climactic turning point. I know other people claim that once they get past the midpoint, they merrily rush through the last pages because it's all coming together. Not me.
I merrily rush through the first half of the book because it's all a fun new world and I'm just along for the ride. The last half requires that I get my act together and figure out where in heck it is I'm going and how I'm going to get there without crashing dramatically. Or maybe I should crash dramatically. That's the point of a climax isn't it? Oh well. I like my characters too much to maim them, so I have to get them out of the runaway freight train with life and limb intact. And it's HARD!
I'm waiting for my husband to finish a few more shelves so I can start transferring my hardcover books to my brand new built-in bookshelves. I'll try to remember to take pictures. It's only been six months since this project started and we're still not there yet, but almost!