It's the cheese

I've just spent a nail-chewingly frustrating day fixing a problem for my client. I will admit right here and now that it was my own fault, but that doesn't make it any easier to take. Essentially I've wasted pretty much the whole of a precious Saturday.

I did manage to get out to do some grocery shopping. And wonder of wonders! Costco have started stocking my favorite cheese again. White Stilton with Apricots. You need to understand that I eat a lot of cheese. It's my very favorite thing and this particular cheese is beyond good. It's fantastic. I'll take a piece of this cheese over chocolate any day. Well, most days. If I had chocolate this evening I'd eat it for sure.

I don't know if I'll get any words written tonight. I'll try but having spent the best part of the day in my office I've hardly spoke three words to the spouse all day, so I need to spend some quality time watching the moving wallpaper this evening. I'll be able to make up for it tomorrow if I don't, but that's not the point is it? Oh well, flog me if you must.

Longhand vs Typing

I've noticed a strange phenomenon with Project Tevan. Varda, the MC, talks to me when I write longhand but stays absolutely silent when I use the laptop. What, I wonder, does that say about me and my muse? I don't mind working this way, if that's what it takes. The type-in doesn't take a whole lot of time once I have the words down (other than deciphering the scrawl), and I'm able to resist the urge to edit as I do it which is a huge bonus for me. I can see areas that need to be strengthened and where the description is lacking or where I have "talking heads" dialog but I can blow right past them. I know I'll be able to fix the problems during revision so I'm not worrying about them. Weird. Well, no matter. As long as I'm getting the story right, that's all that counts.

Time, gentlemen... PLEASE!

Okay. I cannot believe how long it's been since I posted anything here. I knew I'd been letting it slip, but then there are only 24 hours in a day which is totally inadequate as anyone can tell you. And whose idea was it to only have twelve months in a year? The absolute minimum should be thirteen, and I can make an excellent case for fourteen if asked. Time is playing some very strange tricks on me of late. It's slipping away like water through a sieve.

I've been fighting with my inner editor of weeks. I've struggled to get on track with Project Tevan even though the story is howling at me to get going. Finally I made it past the sticking point, and I'm getting in the zone. For the time being I'm not typing it, I'm scribbling in my little spiral-bound notebook, in my teeny, tiny writing in pencil. And the words are flowing like warm honey. It's really wonderful. I'm going to have to put them into Liquid Story Binder soon and I'm NOT going to edit them. That's what revision is for.