Writing, writing, writing...
Sep. 4th, 2006 06:07 pmPosted an update over on
original_niamh. As always, it's f-locked, so if you can't see it, you probably aren't logged in.
At the moment I'm kicking Universal Truths Chapter 11 into submission, trying not to overthink myself into writers block. Because I do that. As I write, I try and anticipate what my lovely beta-readin' pals will have to say about what I've got, and what usually ends up happening is I make snarky mental remarks about EVERYTHING I write, and end up deleting it all fifty million times over. Which, as you can imagine, has me creeping forward at a snail's pace.
Add to this a lot of, "Hey, Kara, come look at this!" from the next room, and random pop-ins from my mother, and you can imagine how cranky I'm getting. (Though, to be fair, Tora doesn't know that I'm actually trying to DO something in here. Which is my own fault entirely. If I told him I was working on UT, he'd leave me alone.)
Anyway, a lot of this is moot, because it's getting on six o'clock here, and the Miami/FSU game is on in two hours. I've got super-fantastic nachos to make, and wings to order and pick up.
So, whee! NCAA football! 'Canes/'Noles! Wheeeeee!
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At the moment I'm kicking Universal Truths Chapter 11 into submission, trying not to overthink myself into writers block. Because I do that. As I write, I try and anticipate what my lovely beta-readin' pals will have to say about what I've got, and what usually ends up happening is I make snarky mental remarks about EVERYTHING I write, and end up deleting it all fifty million times over. Which, as you can imagine, has me creeping forward at a snail's pace.
Add to this a lot of, "Hey, Kara, come look at this!" from the next room, and random pop-ins from my mother, and you can imagine how cranky I'm getting. (Though, to be fair, Tora doesn't know that I'm actually trying to DO something in here. Which is my own fault entirely. If I told him I was working on UT, he'd leave me alone.)
Anyway, a lot of this is moot, because it's getting on six o'clock here, and the Miami/FSU game is on in two hours. I've got super-fantastic nachos to make, and wings to order and pick up.
So, whee! NCAA football! 'Canes/'Noles! Wheeeeee!