This week’s to do list
1. Send overview of the book we talked about on Friday to my agent (I’m excited about this one)
2. At some point, open the galleys for Her Majesty, My Love and start going through the book again.
3. Write a gazillion pages on Dark Desires (ok maybe not a gazillion. I’ll take 70)
4. Ponder the mysteries of the universe (my favorite way to procrastinate)
5. Flesh out proposal for follow up to Dark Desires (I’m in the mulling process)
Got an email from my Berkley editor last night (I’d been expecting revision notes for FOR HER PLEASURE) The good news is there was only scene she wanted me to rewrite. I wrapped that up earlier today and I went through the story one last time to make sure I got all the fallout from that scene to make sure everything was seamless.
I was very impressed (so was Amy) that I didn’t A. have an instant meltdown. B. go vomit C. convince myself that selling my book was one of those lightning strike events or something akin to winning the lottery TWICE :sweating: AND I very calmly rewrote the scene and it didn’t end up a cluster fuck.
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I love spring and summer in the south. Even when it gets hotter than hell with 110 percent humidity, I still love it. While the rest of the country is dealing with a buttload of snow and cold, nasty weather, we’re having some spectacular spring weather. Bright sunny skies, gentle southerly breezes and temps in the mid 70s. I’m kicking back with my handy dandy notebook and listening to the windchimes do their thing.
We’ve got the doors and windows open so the house has that fresh, outdoorsy smell and I can feel the breeze through my living room. The birds are chirping and the kids are all out on the front lawn running like mad and enjoying the day.
Really, does life get any better? :couch:
is now listed at Amazon for pre-order :cheer:
Very cool to see it there! :hug:
I’ll be the first to admit that I’m way too hard on myself. It’s aggravating because when I’m writing, no matter HOW much I get done at a time, I always feel like it could have been more. If I write twenty pages in the morning, then I feel guilty for not writing in the evenings. There’s no middle ground for me. I’m either not producing at all or I’m cramming as much writing into every second of the day. (There’s that whole manic thing going for me)
I don’t ever stop the smell the roses. When I accomplish one thing, I’m too busy looking forward to the next thing to ever stop and take it all in and celebrate, even the small things. One of my promises to myself was that this year I wasn’t going to do that. I’m going to acknowledge each success, no matter how minute, because I think it’s important to nurture the accomplishments in an artist.
So, this morning I got up to take the kids to school. When I returned home, my usual routine is to open the laptop and get to work. Instead, I took a celebratory nap :lol2: I went to bed, didn’t check email, I’m already on no mail for EVERYTHING (I have to tell you, this ignorance is bliss thing is REALLY working out well) didn’t crack open a file to work, I just curled up with my cat and we took a long snooze.
Then hubby came home to pick me up for lunch. This evening, we’re heading out to enjoy our spectacular weather and play some baseball with the kids. I won’t worry about work until tomorrow or so :guitar:
Done done done done done done DONE with the book from hell. The never ending book. The one that just wouldn’t end. 53 pages over projected page count. FINISHED.
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I’m hungry, and there’s nothing in the house to eat (even though my pantry and fridge is full of stuff) but ya know, there’s nothing I WANT to eat so I grumble and whine (ok not that I need an excuse to do either)
So, I’m hungry and whiny and I need to work. I was actually happy with yesterday’s effort. I got a lot of detail oriented shit out of the way, and crossing stuff off lists is almost as fun as writing one.
I think I’m gonna proposition my hubby (for lunch!) and see if he wants a date. See, that’s one thing I love so much about the kids all being in school now. I can go out to eat with my husband for lunch and not have to cut anyone’s food, moderate any squabbles or grit my teeth through 14 “I’ve changed my mind, I don’t want chicken, I want a hamburger” It’s one hour of the day when I can enjoy adult conversation.
Yesterday’s list was more of a “What I need to get done in the next couple of months” Today’s list is strictly for stuff I need to get done TODAY.
1. Talk to my web designer
2. Fill out blurb and cover art form for Undenied God, that was painful!
3. Talk to the Writeminded girls about a promo thing we’re doing
4. Write at least 20 pages Ahem 10 pages now
I’m not generally an anal person. I think some degree of organization is required and well, I fail miserably at anything resembling organization. So it might be contradictory when I say I LOVE lists. I like making lists. It’s something I do quite often. See, they make me FEEL organized even though I know I’m not. They make me feel like I have some control (when in fact I don’t) but I get a nice calm, comfy feeling when I make them.
So uhm I make them a lot. They usually get discarded. I don’t think I’ve ever actually FOLLOWED one, and I change them often. It’s just the act of laying out in black and white and itemizing things I need to do. I visit Jaci’s blog on Mondays because her lists give me the warm fuzzies. (I’m a sick sick person)
So my latest list went something like this:
1. Finish Undenied
2. Finish Dark Desires
3. Write next Berkley proposal
4. Finish Brazen
5. Do mini ARCS for RT
6. Do promo packets for For Her Pleasure
7. Figure out my Romance Sells Ad
8. Set up my office
9. Find roommate for RWA
Eh well, one out of nine ain’t bad right? And I’ll get to cross of number one on the list Wednesday :banana: As for the rest, I’ll see them on future lists. At least a dozen more times before I actually get them done.
Sick of this yet? :lol2:
Here’s the third version. And hey, Anne, they toned down the blur! :purplelaugh:
