Tuesday, February 15, 2011

So, I lied



I ordered a proof.  Not because I think it's done.  I KNOW it's not.  I know typos linger.  I ordered it because I spoke to a friend who has gone through this as well and she confessed she had tons of proofs before she submitted the final one (and still found errors!)  There is something about NEEDING to feel it in your hands, the proof that you did this work.  That to me is worth $14.21.  I also changed the cover and layout and page color, and font so I'm desperate to see that as well.

Thursday, February 10, 2011

To print, or not to print.

So the novel is done.  Again.  Draft 3.  But this time, I'm NOT ordering a proof until an outside set of eyes looks at it.  I am not.  I'm saying this so that I won't buy one.  I want to see what it looks like even if it's semi-finished, but is it worth the 15 bucks to see a yet another draft...maybe.  I don't know.  Stay tuned.

Monday, February 7, 2011

Dream a little dream...

So here in Maine, we've been dumped on with snow.  It's up to my waist dudes.  That's not cool.  To top if off, just as blizzard number 300 was vomiting on us, my hubby threw out his back with the first shovel of snow.   Which means instead of writing, I'm shoveling.  Grrrr. 

Once his back heals, he knows he'll owe me for having to wait on him hand and foot and do all of the other husbandly duties normally assigned to him.  Know what I'm asking for?  Nope, not diamonds (although they would be deserved.)  I'm asking for....



Time off.  Like a weekend.  Take the kids and visit your folks, go scuba diving, I don't care.  Just let me be in my house, surrounded by quiet. 


 

Friday, February 4, 2011

Slow and Steady?

Now where is The End of this thing?

So I'm slowly working on the 3rd draft of this stinking novel and really wanting to be done with it so I can work on something else...anything else.  Now you say, 'why don't you just shelf the book and work on something else then?'  Excellent question.  Because if I work on something (even for Grad school) that isn't my novel, I feel like I'm cheating on a lover.  Insanity, I know.  Does anyone else get like this when they write, or is it just me? 

I have several things brewing in my head, but until I get this thing done, I can't disengage.  So, I'm trudging along.  I'm on chapter 10 of 15 chapters of editing, and I'm finding I hate my book, hate my characters, hate my writing (which, I'm told is normal...I certainly hope so.)  But I've promised myself, that once it's done with this edit, I'm going to get a proof of it and hand it off to someone trusted to read, and in the meantime, I'm going to write whatever I want.

In the meantime, I'm plugging away at thin plot lines in a desperate attempt to finish the stupid thing.  Grumble.  :)