Back To Reality
Nov. 1st, 2004 09:04 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mmerriamVacation has ended. ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
careswen and I had a lovely time, though we didn’t get to do everything we planned. There are several things that people suggested we do that we just did not manage. I promise we will eventually.
I promised myself that during this vacation I would set aside the writing and just relax. No working on the novel. No tightening up short stories. No writing crits. Just relax and recharge.
So I sent my muse off on vacation, giving her the metaphorical credit card and ticket to the Bahamas as it were. Told her to have a good time, drink a few rum drinks for me, watch out for those wacky Greek Gods, see you in a week, and all that jazz.
She came by and visited on Monday. Said she'd left her toothbrush behind, and oh by the way here's 700 words on the novel. She waved bye and headed out the door again.
On Wednesday, she dropped in unannounced. Didn't have the right dancing shoes she told me. While I'm here, why don't you write that one scene, then do some quick revision on a couple of short stories. She swished out around midnight, humming some disco tune.
Friday she sneaked up behind me, covered my eyes and said, guess who? Turned out she had the wrong bathing suit. And what the heck, how about another 1000 words and some more revision, just for fun.
Today she came home, luggage in hand, new sunglasses, and a big goofy smile, giggling about someone named Dionysus. She looked tanned, fit, and ready to tackle the world. 5000 words burst from the keyboard. Then we sat down together and concluded that Move Along Home doesn't fit the novel anymore as a title. It does, however, work for a novella I am about to start at any second.
The plan is to have the first draft of what I am, for the moment, calling Novel A finished by New Year, then a round of revision or two.
Vacation's over, back to work.
In Peace
Michael
careswen and I had a lovely time, though we didn’t get to do everything we planned. There are several things that people suggested we do that we just did not manage. I promise we will eventually.I promised myself that during this vacation I would set aside the writing and just relax. No working on the novel. No tightening up short stories. No writing crits. Just relax and recharge.
So I sent my muse off on vacation, giving her the metaphorical credit card and ticket to the Bahamas as it were. Told her to have a good time, drink a few rum drinks for me, watch out for those wacky Greek Gods, see you in a week, and all that jazz.
She came by and visited on Monday. Said she'd left her toothbrush behind, and oh by the way here's 700 words on the novel. She waved bye and headed out the door again.
On Wednesday, she dropped in unannounced. Didn't have the right dancing shoes she told me. While I'm here, why don't you write that one scene, then do some quick revision on a couple of short stories. She swished out around midnight, humming some disco tune.
Friday she sneaked up behind me, covered my eyes and said, guess who? Turned out she had the wrong bathing suit. And what the heck, how about another 1000 words and some more revision, just for fun.
Today she came home, luggage in hand, new sunglasses, and a big goofy smile, giggling about someone named Dionysus. She looked tanned, fit, and ready to tackle the world. 5000 words burst from the keyboard. Then we sat down together and concluded that Move Along Home doesn't fit the novel anymore as a title. It does, however, work for a novella I am about to start at any second.
The plan is to have the first draft of what I am, for the moment, calling Novel A finished by New Year, then a round of revision or two.
Vacation's over, back to work.
In Peace
Michael
