...of a sort. Catching up on paperwork and e-mails and such, and trying to figure out how much money I have in the bank to cover my bills. It ain't easy, keeping up with all of this stuff.
I'm focusing on the rewrite of "Inherent Flaws" so I can get that off the plate and slam into "The Vanishing of Owen Taylor." I did more notes while driving -- dumb, I know, but I never said I was smartish. Who I thought was going to be the killer no longer is, suddenly...and my ending changed, too. Who knows what it'll be by the time I'm finished. But it keeps deepening and expanding and doing my usual writer thing of becoming about more than just the story and characters.
Shit...Jake just came up behind me and nestled his chin in the left curve of my neck to look at what I'm writing, and to let me know it'll be fine. Jesus Christ, I wish I could bring that cool, calm, casual aspect of his out into my daily life and make it work towards my choice of career. Now he's just smiling.
Hm...maybe "The Lyons' Den" is more autobiographical than I thought.
I'm focusing on the rewrite of "Inherent Flaws" so I can get that off the plate and slam into "The Vanishing of Owen Taylor." I did more notes while driving -- dumb, I know, but I never said I was smartish. Who I thought was going to be the killer no longer is, suddenly...and my ending changed, too. Who knows what it'll be by the time I'm finished. But it keeps deepening and expanding and doing my usual writer thing of becoming about more than just the story and characters.
Shit...Jake just came up behind me and nestled his chin in the left curve of my neck to look at what I'm writing, and to let me know it'll be fine. Jesus Christ, I wish I could bring that cool, calm, casual aspect of his out into my daily life and make it work towards my choice of career. Now he's just smiling.
Hm...maybe "The Lyons' Den" is more autobiographical than I thought.
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Anxiously awaiting as always.
My hope is once I start writing this it pops out so quickly, you'd think I was a Native American woman giving birth in a field of maize...whereupon I'd wrap it in a blanket, sling it over my shoulder and keep on picking weeds.
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