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Monday, March 18, 2002 So, how is my writing going today? Well, writing is like cross stitch. Cross stitch, for those of you not much into needle crafts, is where you use a pattern of x's to make a picture on cloth, using colored thread. So writing is like that, where you use all these words to create a picture, x by x. Sometimes, when you're going along, you'll skip something in the pattern, something that may not be all that important by itself, but in the larger scheme of things, is absolutely pivotal. Perhaps it's a fold of dress, or the way a shadow falls on a rock. But even if you try and skip it and go on, everything looks funny, and you sigh and start undoing everything you've done to get back to that point. Pulling out stitches, deleting the whole back quarter of your book. Because if you don't just give up and get rid of everything you've done since you messed up, nothing will ever read - or look right to you, and it's hardly ever worth all the work you'd go to covering up your mistake, other wise. And this is what I'm doing today. :( God, I hope it starts working better. I am so much better at beginnings and middles than ends. I want this book to be the lovliest thing on skates. So to speak. I've also plotted out several elements of my next book, while I was doing the laundry. I quite like doing the laundry....there's a lot of thinking time built in, a lot of just waiting around for the cycle to end, so you might as well day dream about the book. Now, I was totally planning to day dream out a spectacular ending to Blue Moon, but I ended up thinking about a werewolf romance thing instead. Ah well. Aha. Only a 10 days have passed since I've last updated. I'm getting better. Permalink Cindy scribed this at 6:10 PM 0 comments |
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Friday, March 08, 2002The light in my room is blue, from my computer and from the dusk outside. I want to write abut it, but can think of no good place to do so, and remember, suddenly, that I have this, here, and I haven’t updated it in a shameful age. What have I been up to? Well, I’ve been writing my book - I think I’ll be done (everyone, all together now) by the end of the month. (I’ve been saying this for some time, you may gather, and you would be right.) I am now a moderator at www.fictionaddiction.net. I like it very much, but it makes me nervous. It’s under my own name, for one thing. I like the idea of being able to slink off if I think I’ve made a mistake, disappear for awhile, then come back. I don’t have that recourse, here - not only is it sort of my “job” to make lots and lots of replies, create new posts, conduct a bi monthly chat...but people know me. True, in a sense, they don’t know me any better through this name than they do my web nome de plume, but still...it feels like you have more to loose....what’s the cure for that, you ask? Well, I suppose it would be to make sure you don’t say anything to be ashamed of, then not give a darn if someone doesn’t like it. Ooh....moderation positions as therapy. I like. I can feel spring coming. Today I walked out and saw that my tulips are starting to come up. I love tulips...I don’t know why. They are, in so many ways, quite plainer than most flowers. Not as towering as gladiolus, not many petaled and romantic like roses. They just are, perfect cups of color, the breaking of a long winter’s fast. I need to do a ton of work on my web pages. If my isp doesn’t drive me mad, (I keep getting my connection dropped....) I intend to get a lot of it done this week end...and I intend to update this journal more. I have no idea if anyone is reading it....but, like anyone who has one, I kind of like the thought of writing this dumb observations down, and having someone run across them and go, “Oh, yea, I know exactly what you mean.” Smart journaling tip of the day: Write your entry off line, then cut and paste. Makes life so much easier, and you can spell check it, too. Permalink Cindy scribed this at 6:52 PM 0 comments |