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.

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.

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. 


 

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.  :)

Blank Stare

So friend on facebook asked me the other day what my novel was about.  Ummmm....well....it's about....

I have absolutely no idea what it's about.  I should probably figure that out, huh?  I mean I wrote the thing, I should be able to tell what it's about, right?  The problem is, I think, is that I'm afraid of what people will say when they find out it's a love story against all odds.  Boring.  Guess I gotta think of a better hook to keep the love story haters from rolling their eyes.  Or not.  I could just ignore the haters and realize that not everyone likes the same style of writing.  Decisions, decisions.

LONG TIME NO SEE

So, as part of my grad class on digital writing, I vowed that once the class was over, I'd start blogging again even if no one read it because it helped to keep me honest with my writing and homeschooling.  Instead of keeping two blogs going (one on writing, one on homeschooling) I've chosen to only keep one going, as I am only one woman.  And to my professor, (if you are reading this) I kept my promise!

The update for today is that I'm working on my 4th draft of my novel.  I ordered a proof of it from Create Space and was greatly disappointed to realize how much more work I need to do on it before I can be done.  So I'm taking it one chapter at a time.  I'm on Chapter two.  I have 15 chapters currently.  This may take awhile.

The editing begins...

So Dear Husband has agreed to give me Thursdays from 4-8 as 'Mom Time' in which I can do whatever I want at home without the children hanging off my legs.  Can you say Bliss?

Mom time is like coffee, but better.

So I dove in feet first with the editing.  And I gatta tell you.  I make a LOT of 'I' statements.  It's in the first person, so avoiding the word altogether is impossible.  But seriously, I thought I was going to have to punch myself at how many sentences I started with "I."  Somehow, I've managed to block out the overuse of the word.  But fear not!  I am on the case.