Sunday, June 28, 2009
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
So my heroine's a rebel...I can deal with her (I think). The nanny heroine was a maniac and I coped.
The sun is shining a la Cannes. My mind is working overtime.
And now joy of joys as I type my mother is cleaning my kitchen surfaces with a microfibre cloth. Untold wonders bejove.
Today I am mostly enjoying the up vibe by listening to Madonna's Give It To Me (as positive a mantra song as ever existed-particularly useful for fantasising that you're demanding a full read from the powers at be at Mills and Boon!)
Monday, June 22, 2009
The result 5,000 words has morphed into 12,000 words. I have direction!
However...the heroine has thrown something entirely surprising at me that I had no idea about. I really should send her to naughty corner. A surprise that was so shockingly sprung on me I actually sat staring miffed and outraged at the screen.
As yet I don't know if this revelation is a good move...or a bad one.
Onwards and upwards. Or down. As the case may be.
Signed-Confused Writer From Fife With A Revolting Heroine.
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Monday, June 15, 2009
You will recall my grunting man is as yet unactioned. Plus I have an edit/rewrite project that still needs attention.
Consider this a blog promise. I will pull my digit out this week. I will make those word worms grow!
Saturday, June 13, 2009
In honour of the fact I haven't thought too much today about the manuscript issue I thought I'd celebrate. CHEESY POP at it's best!
If you liked the film Music and Lyrics this one will raise a smile.
Reminds me of dancing around a pile of hot pink handbags as my bangles jangled. Oh and watch out for the lady in the daring peach frock-I'm thinking of running one up on the sewing machine myself. Traffic stopping stuff. Proof that Ryan can still get the babes! Definitely A Grade Alpha.
Friday, June 12, 2009
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Saturday, June 06, 2009
Okay, so I've not been thinking about it. But I still haven't had any time to write. The man is still grunting. No time to write him out of his grunting state. Which makes me a grumpy writer. Also hubbie is demanding writing favours for him (application form). Don't ask. It looks awfully boring. Lots of techno speak (ick). Plus bigger daughter was off school yday after being very sick everywhere plus I had to fit in a visit to the hairdressers....you get the picture?
No writing being done around here. And still no sign of my lovely NTIA purchases. I was drumming my fingers for something to go right...
Then seconds later from ACTUALLY THINKING ABOUT IT 5pm the doorbell went dingdong. IT WAS MY SMELLY BOX. And now I'm appeased at not writing...or thinking about it...or getting two minutes together to myself...
Plus I SMELL DIVINE.
P.S. Thanks to lovely writer pals who helped me lately. Zen like calm restored (not).
Monday, June 01, 2009
He's particularly annoyed at me. Because he's currently grunting and toiling and I'm nowhere near ready to write chapter two and end his labours...
Picture a bare chested gorgeous hunk digging in a field and you have the start of the second chapter I need to write.
Blame the sunshine and two busy kidlets for lack of productivity.
Must do better.
Meanwhile the hero will just have to grunt away. Good luck to all my writing buddies who are toiling hard on their WIPS right now . Nice to feel I'm not alone. Chant the mantra with me. We Can Do It! jx