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lauraanne_gilmanWe all want to be brilliant right off the bat. The truth is, very few of us are. Madame Agent got back to me last night with the bit of TPEMB with some pointy comments [not bad ones, just pointy and not-brilliant-yet]. I snarled, poked back. Went away and sulked. Poked at it some with the comment-stick. Decided to come at it from another angle. Wrote 2,000 words of a new scene in an hour. Went to bed, woke up and thought the words were still okay. Not brilliant yet, but maybe getting there.
Absent an AWOL muse [I suspect eggnog abuse], a stick-pokey agent is a wonderful thing to have.
Fortunately, I am writing TPEMB for my own satisfaction right now, so I can take the time to get it right. Come February, when I start Bonnie #1 [currently churning in the back with the lizard brain], my writing-life will be a bit more frantic.
I can write two or more things at once. In fact, I prefer to multi-task, because that's how my brain is set up. It needs the constant feedback to keep going, and gets very bored when all the input is of the same type [learning this was very important to my survival, yes]. I just wish I could jigger the schedule so that they're at staggered production schedules. This year, writing two contemporaries [even if one was fantasy and one was paranormal romance and they ARE different critters] at the same time pretty much made my brain into flat gray paste.
And, having said that, I'm probably going to get wonked with some hot short story idea now, and have it competing for space with TPEMB, and make myself nuts [more nuts. Nutsier] over my 'vacation.' Wheee.
And in the meanwhile, Boomer is fascinated with the lump under the covers that happens to be Pandora. The fact that the lump growls every time he pats at it disuades him not at all. I think I may have to chase a cat around the apartment, soon...
Absent an AWOL muse [I suspect eggnog abuse], a stick-pokey agent is a wonderful thing to have.
Fortunately, I am writing TPEMB for my own satisfaction right now, so I can take the time to get it right. Come February, when I start Bonnie #1 [currently churning in the back with the lizard brain], my writing-life will be a bit more frantic.
I can write two or more things at once. In fact, I prefer to multi-task, because that's how my brain is set up. It needs the constant feedback to keep going, and gets very bored when all the input is of the same type [learning this was very important to my survival, yes]. I just wish I could jigger the schedule so that they're at staggered production schedules. This year, writing two contemporaries [even if one was fantasy and one was paranormal romance and they ARE different critters] at the same time pretty much made my brain into flat gray paste.
And, having said that, I'm probably going to get wonked with some hot short story idea now, and have it competing for space with TPEMB, and make myself nuts [more nuts. Nutsier] over my 'vacation.' Wheee.
And in the meanwhile, Boomer is fascinated with the lump under the covers that happens to be Pandora. The fact that the lump growls every time he pats at it disuades him not at all. I think I may have to chase a cat around the apartment, soon...
