Drew a sketch of the gym which features in my novel. Left sketch on the table. Left room for 5 minutes. Came back to find a certain someone had drawn a cat flap on the gym's back door complete with a cat waiting to go in.
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Note to self: Don't listen to music when you write. You'll type the words you're singing.
(I've never had to do so much self-editing.)
Wordcount: 15K
Excitement: 15K
Aim by X-mas: 90K
Mince pies at X-mas: 90K
Do, or be stuffed.
I should be writing, but I'm being held hostage by my cat. He's pinning me down on the sofa, snoozing happily on my lap, and my computer is in the next room.
That moment when you read something you wrote the day before and you have absolutely no clue what you were trying to say.
Stuck at chapter 3. Right, that's it. I'm going into garden to do some raking. The answer may be found in the tree leaves.
Anyone else fed up with the expression 'in terms of'? I listened to news on the radio this morning and heard it 7 times over the course of 2 interviews. I might start a petition to ban it?
Note to self: don't eat pistachio spread while typing out the synopsis. Pistachio spread and typing? No no no.
I'm done with panicking about my work situation courtesy of the lockdown. As of now, I'm now going to view this time as a long writing holiday or else I'll lose the plot.
Hmmm. I must be in a writing slump. I'm now editing my dreams while I sleep.
Nice new site!!
Me: 'I need a pen name. Any suggestions?'
Himself: 'Hmm … how about Beth Sellars?'
4 buds!! The iris patch in my back garden is budding for the first time in 18 years.
Himself: What on earth are you doing?
Me: Decorating a toilet roll.
Himself: Why??
Me: Oh, it's for the Litfest.
Himself: Should you be doing that, considering these things are scares at the mo?
Me: Yes.
Today I shall do a 'No News' Friday. The world won't go under, but I might. Time to take some time away from anything that spreads news. I shall first do some exercise, then sit down with a healthy supply of chocolate, and beta read a good book. 'No. News. Friday.'. Maybe you will join me. Virtually of course.
My day-job has just been suspended until further notice due to the virus. Mixed feelings doesn't begin to describe it. I'm fully behind the decision for sake of everyone around, but I now have no salary until ….?
Twitter novice looking for twitter friends. EEEK, I finally joined.
Took over half an hour to find a Twitter name that hadn't been taken. Finally, the most obvious was still free: @Barbara_author
Happy World Book Day … Is it World Book Day? … Well, whatever. It is now.
Rant on/
How is it that some people continuously manage to keep knocking the wind out of my sail? For goodness sake! When will I learn that I can't tell some folk about my passions and dreams, no matter how close they are?
/Rant off.
As you were. Thanks for listening. Back to writing.
I'm rewriting the synopsis, and this time I shall actually include (and make sense of) the most important plot points regards to the ending. Silly girl forgot to add them to the previous draft. *Slaps forehead.*
So, I'm going to change my antagonist's surname. Out comes a list of Russian names. I find 'Pestov'. You have no idea how tempted I am.
2 30 AM. Cat brought mouse in. Battle in progress. Mouse escapes under bed. I'll deal with it in morning.
7 30 AM. Cat and mouse are sitting together in bedroom doorway. Mouse sees me and runs into cat’s play box for easy transport, thank you. I pick up box, and as I walk down stairs, I think I hear cat shout: 'See you tomorrow, Jerry.' A black, fluffy paw waves in the corner of my eye.
Here's to world peace in 2020
Me, reading in bed: 'Wow, this book is actually quite good. I mean really good. Really didn't expect that.'
Himself: 'Why's that?'
Me: 'Well, it was written by *shall remain anonymous* and he's known for other things. Maybe he had a ghost writer.'
Himself: 'Wooohoooooo.'
Sigh.
So, the latest writing mag has this article I thought I really ought to read, only my cat had shredded it over night.
Book 3 done. Now it's decision time: fix book 2? Or start book 4?
So, I re-injured my foot, writing. Fine. Whatever.
I'm up to Chapter 6
An enjoyable read! Off to bed now...
Argh!! Pass out. Faint. That moment when you're getting ready to send your novel and find a massive continuity error.
Okay, get up. Get cracking.
Me, sitting at the comp: UGH. I feel quite sick.
Himself: Why? I thought you're happily editing your book thingy.
Me: I am. But one of my scenes is so disturbing, it's made me feel quite sick.
Himself: Well, change it then.
Uh-oh, I just failed an online Swiss-German language quiz. I wonder if the Swiss Ambassador will turn up and strip me of my nationality. 'Giv me ze passport please, Frau Barbara.'
I best not open the door for the next few days. -
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