I have felt like posting for about a week now, maybe longer (because when did I last post? The 4th? Been a bit), but never seemed to get around to it. I really felt like posting on Tuesday. It figures, then, that on Tuesday our Internet was out all day. The good news is, that made me get a lot of further editing done on Ian et al! The bad news is I could have also used that time for, you know, doing HOUSEWORK or something. Perhaps the world should just accept me as the scatterbrained non-housekeeper artist that I am!* Perhaps the world could be MORE accepting of me as this if I spent more of the time I wasn't doing housework WRITING, instead of reading blogs, but you know.
They're CAREER-RELATED blogs!
I gots meself at least one online writing buddy through SCBWI the other week. This forced me to stop talking about my work and actually get cracking on it again, so I'm going through editing Ian for stuff that doesn't make sense now that I changed the beginning. And also editing it for stuff that sucks too. I was pleased to see, though, how much of it actually DOESN'T suck, particularly in Chapter 4 (Ian meets Billy). I found myself, instead of reading for editing, reading for ENJOYMENT-- enjoying my own work! Imagine! Now if I can just get the rest of the book to that point!
I am enjoying the story this writing buddy is sending me to look over, too. She's writing for a younger audience, has a great slightly off-kilter sense of humor in it, a voice full of the little details that make a story more interesting than Just Some Story. It's so great to exchange manuscript ideas with someone who is actually a good writer!
Completely unrelated, such that in earlier days I might have made all of the above one paragraph and made the next paragraph start now until I realized that reading long paragraphs on blogs sucks, in crappy news, I am in full-blown My-Torso-Doesn't-Work-Right-Thanks-to-Pregnancy-and-Childbirth mode again. But at least this time around I know that that's what my problem is, and don't have to spend all summer worrying about how I can possibly be falling apart in so many ways. Now I have to spend it pouting because I don't FEEL like doing the exercises I know I have to do to make it better.
I'm going to write you an essay here on geeks and exercise any day now. You know, like I was going to post anything at all in the past three weeks.
Sammy speaks in two word sentences now, his favorite of which is "Watch POOH!!!" I am not sure why this last word always needs to be SCREAMED, but it apparently does. He would watch "POOOOOH!" pretty much nonstop if I let him. Since the weather has been overcast and/or rainy all week, I've been having a hard time distracting him with other things to do, since really the only place he has to play in the house is the living/dining area, and that's got the TV in it. A couple months ago I started unplugging the TV, just because I got sick of having to keep turning it off after he kept turning it on so many times. He turns it on and will watch C-Span or the shopping channels happily if I'm in the middle of nursing Maddie or something and can't get there (which is usually the case). So, unplugged. He knows that's what happened, but he hasn't figured out how to get back there and plug it back in. Yet.
Maddie discovered that her thumb tastes awesome.
That's what's new. Feel free to comment.
*Reading the Crosswicks Journals was very good for my self-esteem here. I am glad Madeleine L'Engle also saw herself as a crappy housekeeper and decided everyone else would just have to deal with that. But her mother-in-law didn't live remotely anywhere near her, so perhaps she had that going.
They're CAREER-RELATED blogs!
I gots meself at least one online writing buddy through SCBWI the other week. This forced me to stop talking about my work and actually get cracking on it again, so I'm going through editing Ian for stuff that doesn't make sense now that I changed the beginning. And also editing it for stuff that sucks too. I was pleased to see, though, how much of it actually DOESN'T suck, particularly in Chapter 4 (Ian meets Billy). I found myself, instead of reading for editing, reading for ENJOYMENT-- enjoying my own work! Imagine! Now if I can just get the rest of the book to that point!
I am enjoying the story this writing buddy is sending me to look over, too. She's writing for a younger audience, has a great slightly off-kilter sense of humor in it, a voice full of the little details that make a story more interesting than Just Some Story. It's so great to exchange manuscript ideas with someone who is actually a good writer!
Completely unrelated, such that in earlier days I might have made all of the above one paragraph and made the next paragraph start now until I realized that reading long paragraphs on blogs sucks, in crappy news, I am in full-blown My-Torso-Doesn't-Work-Right-Thanks-to-Pregnancy-and-Childbirth mode again. But at least this time around I know that that's what my problem is, and don't have to spend all summer worrying about how I can possibly be falling apart in so many ways. Now I have to spend it pouting because I don't FEEL like doing the exercises I know I have to do to make it better.
I'm going to write you an essay here on geeks and exercise any day now. You know, like I was going to post anything at all in the past three weeks.
Sammy speaks in two word sentences now, his favorite of which is "Watch POOH!!!" I am not sure why this last word always needs to be SCREAMED, but it apparently does. He would watch "POOOOOH!" pretty much nonstop if I let him. Since the weather has been overcast and/or rainy all week, I've been having a hard time distracting him with other things to do, since really the only place he has to play in the house is the living/dining area, and that's got the TV in it. A couple months ago I started unplugging the TV, just because I got sick of having to keep turning it off after he kept turning it on so many times. He turns it on and will watch C-Span or the shopping channels happily if I'm in the middle of nursing Maddie or something and can't get there (which is usually the case). So, unplugged. He knows that's what happened, but he hasn't figured out how to get back there and plug it back in. Yet.
Maddie discovered that her thumb tastes awesome.
That's what's new. Feel free to comment.
*Reading the Crosswicks Journals was very good for my self-esteem here. I am glad Madeleine L'Engle also saw herself as a crappy housekeeper and decided everyone else would just have to deal with that. But her mother-in-law didn't live remotely anywhere near her, so perhaps she had that going.
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