May 11, 2015 § 1 Comment
or, I’m in Synopsis-Writing Hell. Liquor isn’t helping.
May 11, 2015
Not to say that I didn’t try, though.
I finished my latest round of manuscript cuts a few days ahead of schedule. The next step was to rewrite my synopsis. This is how I made the best use of my time advantage:
1. Took a few days off from even looking at the damn thing. Fiddled with the NaNoWriMo draft instead. Went to see Avengers: Age of Ultron. Told myself I’ll start the synopsis on Sunday.
2. On Sunday morning thought to myself, “Gah. It’s Sunday already? I so do not want to work on the synopsis. Besides, Not That Kind of Girl is due at the library tomorrow. Spend the day reading that instead. I’ll start the synopsis on Monday.”
3. Monday I remembered I am also supposed to be planning my new website. Why start off a Monday doing something hard like a synopsis? I spent the morning looking at authors’ websites for ideas instead.
4. Tuesday I exported my manuscript outline from Scrivener to a .csv file and then to Excel so I can use it to rework the synopsis. Great start. Then I left early to take the car in for the oil change in case the carpool to the Claudia Rankine event in Santa Fe fell through. (It didn’t.)
5. Just wasn’t feeling the synopsis writing on Wednesday. I spent my morning hour looking at other author sites again.
6. I slept in on Thursday on account of getting to bed so late the night before after going to the Claudia Rankine event. No time to work on the synopsis even if I wanted to. I didn’t.
7. Friday. It hit me that a whole week had gone by. Panic fluttered in my stomach. I wrote down in my planner “I don’t even want to look at my f***ing synopsis.”
But I did it anyway. It was not quite as horrific as I thought it was going to be. It needs all kinds of work, though.
All kinds of work.
I’d rather watch the birds.
May 4, 2015 § 2 Comments
May 4, 1015
I put a library hold on Not That Kind of Girl by Lena Dunham because the book is on all kinds of “must read” lists and also because my actress/filmmaker friend Dia told me all about Dunham just before she became so well-known for her HBO series Girls. When a copy finally became available three months after I put it on hold, though, I sat down in the library to read the first few pages before I committed to checking it out. After all, I’m trying to get a submission ready. I have a crap ton of books on my to-read shelf. If I actually checked out this particular book, I would have to finish it in the next two weeks because forget trying to renew it. (There are currently 16 holds on 14 copies.)
I was sold at “But I want to tell my stories, and, more than that, I have to in order to stay sane.”
What made me get up out of the library chair and immediately go check the book out, though, was Dunham’s hope that her stories will, among other things, stop the reader from “thinking that it was your fault when the person you are dating suddenly backs away, intimidated by the clarity of your personal mission here on earth.”
Because I remembered all the dates that stopped happening and the relationships that ended shortly after the guy realized just how serious I am about this writing thing. And now I realized that it was okay.
It really is okay.
March 16, 2015 § 1 Comment
Or, Writers–so dramatic.
March 16, 2015
So I finally saw the movie Whiplash. It is a brilliant illustration of the artistic passion that drives one to be great at something one loves at all costs.
At Saturday’s LERA meeting, Angela James, Editorial Director of Carina Press, conducted a fabulous and informative day-long workshop. Part of the workshop included a session where Angela would read the first two pages of our respective manuscripts and give a critique. I submitted mine, since I am in the process of rewriting. This was perfect timing.
Angela pointed out some things that I am either already aware of, such as my word count–I know, I know, I have to cut the word count— or that are relatively easy fixes. The best part was that nobody in class told me my dialogue sucked and that no real person would act the way my characters were acting.
I’ve come a long way since the 9th grade.
And hey, this didn’t happen:
I’ll take the win.
February 23, 2015 § 1 Comment
February 23, 2015
I need more sleep. The panic attacks are increasing in frequency. I’m two weeks behind on my self-imposed reading regimen. The work I’ve been doing on my NaNoWriMo project has just been brainstorming plot hole fixes and fleshing out back stories, nothing that feels constructively creative, and that is making me antsy.
It’s time to hunker down and stick to my writing schedule again. For real.
Plus, one of my car tires has a slow leak. I need to get a new stove. There is a creaky pipe somewhere in the house. I’m feeling kind of like Robert Johnson in “Malted Milk.”
My door knob keeps on turning
It must be spooks around my bed
Which reminds me of one more thing I gotta do: stock up on Vodka.