My keyboard is covered in dust. I'm either writing too slowly, or not enough.
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Monday: Brainstormed a plot plan for last quarter of WIP.
Found plot hole in showdown. Uh-oh
Yesterday: Spent afternoon weaving new thread into WIP to sort plot hole.
Finished said thread.
Sat back
Smiled
Totally forgot what the BLEEPING plot hole was in the BLEEPING first place.
*BLEEP BLEEP BLEEP*
Oh, well, the additions add nice touch.
Today: Woke up and remembered the plot hole.
Ah! NOW I see!
Shopping List (the Sequel):
Himself: 'Can you write ice cream on that shopping list of yours.'
Me: 'No. Do it yourself.'
Himself: 'Why? You're the author.'
Me: 'Stupid day job. I haven't written a single word today.'
Himself: 'Write a shopping list. We need milk.'
A certain four-legged, fluffy someone of the whiskered kind has just shredded half of my writing notes. Hmmm. Surely there are suptler ways to let me know what he thinks of my plot.
Found myself with an unexpected day off, and it's snowing (kinda). Guess what I'll be doing ...
To make a big plot change, or not to make a big plot change? That would be today's question.
We're supposed to kill our darlings, right? I'm about to kill 30 thousand of them.
My two cents may be late. I'm thinking what would GEORGE SMILEY do? Act totally conquered. Ask if the dog needs water/food. Offer tea. Send out for lunch. Get them to make a mistake. Maybe slip a message out via the delivery boy.
And now the Russian Mafia is sitting in my protagonist’s living room, and he doesn’t know why, and to be frank nor do I, he doesn't know how to get rid of them, and nor do I, now it seems the Mafia is writing my story, and I’ve bitten off way more than I can chew with this puppy, and I’m about to throw the keyboard in the air, I'll be bold by the end of the month, Happy Friday everyone. Rant over. Back to writing.
That moment in your novel, when your protagonist decides he has other plans than you. Who's writing this thing? Erm, not me, apparently.
Was merrily walking around Bruges hunting for beer and chocolate, and what do I see? A sign on a door, saying: Home is where my books are.
Got up, ready to work on my novel only to find a dead spider dangling over my keyboard. I wonder if that's a hint?
A big 'shout out' for Rich and Carol Rose. You two are wonderful. You two rock!! Thank you for your help today.
ARGH! I lost all my notes for the scene I was going to write today!!
Just a quick thank you to my fellow Liopians who helped me with my chapter 1 the other day. I appreciate your excellent input.
Wrote 5 K. Walked 5 K
I lost the flow now....ARGHHH!
So much for my plans for some writing and reading today. I've just spent ages at the front of my house, trying to stop a fight from breaking out between my neigbours. Then we all had a gossip ... Righty, now back to it. To the reading and writing, I mean.
Following the Snowflake method for writing a one line blurb. Mine would end up being: Young telepath searches for her parents' killers and uncovers a plot to overthrow the planetary government.
Happy Monday, everyone!I caught your Pop-up sub, Barbara. A good voice is something to cherish! I'd hang on to that if I were you Keep at it! -
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