I caught up on my revisions today – I was a few days behind and I really want to stay on track for finishing them by September 30th. And then I’ll have to go through for another swipe, mainly to flesh out scenes where I wrote things like, this needs dialogue, or expand sex scene here. But at least most of the writing will have been cleaned up, the repetitiveness taken out. At least I’m still really loving this story. Books are easier to love when they’re finished, I think.

Speaking of finished, (not) I’m still behind my anticipated schedule on BOL (Nick’s story) I’m trying to keep with 8 pages a day, but I don’t really work like that. (see above example and note that, instead of doing 12 pages of revisions per day, I somehow ended up plowing through 80 pages of them without a problem.) So I’m sitting here in the dark with the computer trying to get a little caught up, because I know there’s no way I’m cranking out 33 pages tonight unless there’s a divine intervention that includes a visit from the caffeine gods to shoot some directly into my veins.

I’ve been working on it for an hour and I’ve managed to cut two pages. I’m going in the wrong direction. I hate having to cut, because I don’t like seeing that page count go down, even though I know it’s for the best. And what I’m cutting is Jake’s POV from the story, so yeah, someone’s not going to be happy. But Nick needs more airtime, and so do the subplots, and hey, Jake’s getting his own whole book eventually.

Now, I’m headed to sleep. See the tie-in to the quiz? It’s not just procrastination – it actually brings my blog post full-circle.

(You didn’t buy that at all, did you? Bet you’ll take the quiz anyway…)


What Your Sleeping Position Says

You have a passion for everything – including sleeping.
Outgoing and brash, you tend to still shock those who know you well.
You tend to be selfish. You are the most likely type to hog the covers.
You gravitate toward comfort and don’t like extreme situations.

Oh, and about the Halloween costume for the four year old? My mother brought home two to choose from – one is a chick (it’s really cute) and the other’s a frog. I’m pushing for the frog, secretly laughing because they don’t get the fact that if she goes as the frog, I will have won. You know – SEALs = frogs. HA! How’s that for covert? :smoke:

Steph T.