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lauraanne_gilmanAs usual, this is a Fool-Free Zone*. For today, anyway. You may return to your usual foolishness tomorrow.
Despite the chaos of flooring and cabinetry and oops sorta forgetting to eat an actual meal until 5pm, I managed to haul another 1500 new words down on Pack of Lies, and am through to the penultimate chapter. As seems to be forever the case, the closer I get to the ending, the more I understand what I needed to do in the beginning, so before I write the final chapter I will be going back and starting the rewrite.
Yep, I rewrite without knowing exactly how the last chapter will go. I know most of it, of course. But the actual laying down of words? Doesn't get done in the first draft. Y'see, if I write that final chapter? The book's done. I'm ready to go on to the next project. If I don't tell myself how it all turns out for real-and-final, though? I can keep working at it.
Yeah, I know. My brain is weird. But you work with what you're assigned. And this particular weirdness works for me. That's the damned truth of this business: you have to go with what works for you, and toss everything else. There is no One Write Way.
Nick tossed me a glazed doughnut, and I caught it with one hand. Nifty held up six fingers, rating my catch. I gave him one in return.
Today, the cabinets are to be installed. The cats are already in hiding. If all goes well, tomorrow the crew will be off cutting and prepping the countertops, and I will be able to start putting some things away. Yay! (no working stove or sink for a while yet, but it will Look Like A Kitchen!)
I got notification last night that the boy-troll had posted a response. It seems that, upon being informed that he would henceforth be ignored if he couldn't play well with the other children, he spewed one last post and packed up his marbles and left. Sadly, when he defriended us, all his posts also seem to have disappeared, so I have no idea what pearls of wisdom he meant to leave us swine with. Awwwww.....
*I have nothing against April Fools' jokes, but there should also be a place where you can relax and not have to second-guess anything. Today, this LJ is such a place.**
** and no, this is not a multi-year lead in to a significant April Fool's. Believe me, I'm really not that ambitious. Or organized. Or ...am I?***
*** however, I did help perpetuate a prank indirectly... http://www.slowtravtours.com/index.htm You may recognize some of the photos...
Despite the chaos of flooring and cabinetry and oops sorta forgetting to eat an actual meal until 5pm, I managed to haul another 1500 new words down on Pack of Lies, and am through to the penultimate chapter. As seems to be forever the case, the closer I get to the ending, the more I understand what I needed to do in the beginning, so before I write the final chapter I will be going back and starting the rewrite.
Yep, I rewrite without knowing exactly how the last chapter will go. I know most of it, of course. But the actual laying down of words? Doesn't get done in the first draft. Y'see, if I write that final chapter? The book's done. I'm ready to go on to the next project. If I don't tell myself how it all turns out for real-and-final, though? I can keep working at it.
Yeah, I know. My brain is weird. But you work with what you're assigned. And this particular weirdness works for me. That's the damned truth of this business: you have to go with what works for you, and toss everything else. There is no One Write Way.
Nick tossed me a glazed doughnut, and I caught it with one hand. Nifty held up six fingers, rating my catch. I gave him one in return.
Today, the cabinets are to be installed. The cats are already in hiding. If all goes well, tomorrow the crew will be off cutting and prepping the countertops, and I will be able to start putting some things away. Yay! (no working stove or sink for a while yet, but it will Look Like A Kitchen!)
I got notification last night that the boy-troll had posted a response. It seems that, upon being informed that he would henceforth be ignored if he couldn't play well with the other children, he spewed one last post and packed up his marbles and left. Sadly, when he defriended us, all his posts also seem to have disappeared, so I have no idea what pearls of wisdom he meant to leave us swine with. Awwwww.....
*I have nothing against April Fools' jokes, but there should also be a place where you can relax and not have to second-guess anything. Today, this LJ is such a place.**
** and no, this is not a multi-year lead in to a significant April Fool's. Believe me, I'm really not that ambitious. Or organized. Or ...am I?***
*** however, I did help perpetuate a prank indirectly... http://www.slowtravtours.com/index.htm You may recognize some of the photos...
