She interrupts me. I interrupt her. Elle A. Muse is unfortunately not amused…
I’m still working on finishing the WIP. Realized I had to go back a couple of chapters and insert another scene. Drat. Have now drafted that and am knee-deep in revisions. In the meantime, here are a couple of shots of beautiful B.C. scenery to keep you entertained.
“A Little Mountain”
“A Bit ‘O Sea”
Call me strange, but I love this picture:
(Call me strange, please!)
I received a new camera for Christmas, but because I’ve been so focused on the WIP, I haven’t had much time to play with it. “Cat Paw, with Foot” is the height of my creative abilities for the moment, I’m afraid. But isn’t it cute?
I took an extended long weekend over the past few days, leaving early Friday morning with My Liege to pick up Eldest Son from university. Drove back Sunday, fell into bed from exhaustion. Yesterday, more exhaustion, as E.S. and I had to drive again, this time to a closer university, to explore his options for after he earns his B.A. I’m getting back to the WIP today, but have realized it’s probably overly ambitious to announce that I expect to be finished this week. So I won’t. Announce it, that is. And I don’t expect it, either. I’ll be more than happy to finish next week.
So, Blog Lite will continue over the next several days. Luckily, Silhouette Special Editor author Mary J. Forbes is guest blogging next Tuesday, May 5th, to help me take up the slack. And I did take some nice photos of the ferry trip to pick up E.S. If I get time, I’ll try to post some here. They were point and shoot, unlike “Cat Paw, with Foot.” But the scenery is gorgeous all the same.
American Idol went my way last night. Phew. Was a bit stressed there that Allison Iruheta would get sent home, but in the end Anoop Desai and Lil Rounds got the boot. I must say, watching KC & The Sunshine Band perform made me feel very old! In my day, KC weren’t no grampa. đ
How is it possible that Disco Week made me feel nostalgic for the Seventies? I didn’t like disco when it was popular. I couldn’t do any of the dance moves. Utterly uncoordinated was I. And let me just say it’s a blessing that most of the Idol contestants updated the arrangements of the songs this week. If all of them had sung the Seventies versions, I would have “Erked” my way through the entire episode.
In case you’re interested (of course you are), Adam Lambert, Danny Gokey and Allison Iruheta were my favorites this week. Even though Danny didn’t change up “September” a lot, his voice was amazing. Although, I have to ask, since when has “September” ever been considered disco? Seventies music, yes, but not disco. Disco didn’t consume the entire decade, after all. As for Adam’s performance, I felt he got a little teary-voiced for my tastes, but I still loved his song. Thought Allison was Da Bomb.
Didn’t get any writing done yesterday. Youngest Son and I had to take a journey to a neighboring town. Piccies tomorrow. Driving home alone (whatever happened to my child?), I believe I was listening to the CBC. YS is always changing my radio stations! What does it say about me that my 18-year-old listens to the CBC while I routinely tune in the Top 40? Erp. At any rate, I caught an interesting interview on Spark about a computer program called BumpTop, designed by Canadians, I believe. Anyone heard of BumpTop? Anyone use it? It’s a program that changes the way you use your PC’s desktop. Apparently makes it act more like a “real” desktop, arranging your documents in piles instead of structured filing systems. If you have a moment, check it out. I plan to, after I finish the WIP.
It’s motoring alongâthanks for asking! I’m looking at a week, maybe two, until I type THE END. When I do, there’ll be much fanfare on the blog, believe me. I totally love this book, but it’s time to move on to new projects before my 2009Â Goals List starts eating itself from the inside out.
What’s your news?
Yesterday was the first day in my neck of the woods that I could honestly say felt like spring. Yay. My tulips should be blooming soon. Maybe my ears will follow. :::collective groan:::
You should expect to find the blog light on content over the next couple of weeks. With a long weekend approaching, my ‘Rents returning from their winter away, doing taxes, and badgering Youngest Son through his college finals, I can barely find time to scribble out a scene here and there. I’m in the last two or three chapters of the WIP, so that’s where I’ll be placing my focus. I want this book done, so I can put it aside and give it time to gel while I tackle a shorter project.
How about you? Want to share your writing goals, your Easter plans? Is spring visiting your part of the globe? Are your ears sprouting?
Oh, before I forget, I am hosting one guest blogger in April. The lovely Vanessa Kelly, a debut regency historical author with Kensington Publishing, is visiting April 15th. That’s next Wednesday, and, yippsee-doodle, there’ll be a book give-away involved.
I’m recovering from my flu and getting back to writing, but Daylight Savings Time definitely hasn’t helped. I’m waking up at the same time, but it’s too dark to walk the dog. No, I won’t walk her in the dark alone anymore, not even with a flashlight, despite that I live in a safe neighborhood. We won’t go into why! (Other than to confess that it was a little whoo-whoo).
Plus, DST always makes me feel a little jetlagged. Yes, it’s only one hour, but the spring has left my chicken. I need my sleep!
Here’s some good news! Finally got to the eye doctor, and despite the problems I’ve had lately, they aren’t due to any dreaded eye diseases. Probably just incompatibility with my (formerly) new contact lenses (I say formerly, because I tossed them out). I’m test-driving a brand of multi-focal contacts that allow in more oxygen. In a couple of 
weeks, my optician is bringing in yet another (brand new) brand. I’ll try them both, and if the dry eye situation doesn’t improve, I’ll go back to my old trustworthy contacts and reading glasses…until I feel brave enough to tackle laser surgery without visions of Malcolm McDowell and A Clockwork Orange dancing in my head.
Can you say Crazy Laser Eye Guy anyone?
The writing hasn’t gone well this week. At first I thought I’d just hit a road block in my WIP. You know those days. Draft a scene, toss it out. Draft another. It sucks, too. Go to sleep. Wake up. Toss out second attempt and prepare to resuscitate the first.
That’s pretty much been my week. Mid-day Wednesday, I finally realized why. Turns out I’m sick. I’ve been in a writing frump ever since.
What’s a writing frump, you ask? It’s when your writing feels like a bedraggled housecoat. No matter how many times you wash it, even iron it, it’s still soiled and smelly and all-around mucky. You just want to MOVE PAST THIS PART. But it’s hard to move past the frumpy part when the frumpiness is caused by…well, you. Your crummy illness.
The good news is, I have an excuse. My writing sucks because I’m sick. I can’t be sick forever. I mean, it’s not like I’ve contracted the plague or anything, so I’m guessing I’ll feel better next week. And the writing better reflect thatâor else! I will go nutsoid on my muse.
The super blagh part about all this is that I was making good progress toward Finishing the Damn Book. Now I’ve lost a week.
Ah, well. No looking back. It’s counter-productive. I’ll spend the weekend catching up on promo stuff and fulfilling other biz-of-writing commitments. And making sure I get better. Even if I have to lie on the couch in front of a blazing fire for hours while My Liege and Eldest Son attend to my every whim. Yes, even then.
How did your writing go this week?