Chazho pounds forward...
Chapter 34 done. 4,267 words chopped down to 3,261 -- yep, this book is losing the equivalent of an entire short novel in verbiage and all the better for it!
On a darker note, last night was the night for bloopers and I was careless enough to seriously impose on a very close friend. She knows who she is, I apologized privately -- and apologize again. I feel so stupid. I'm never that inconsiderate. I don't *do* things like that, but I left my brain in my socks in an excess of enthusiasm.
Maybe it's time to catch my breath and get my balance. The holidays are usually jittery for me, though this year's are a lot better than most. I *might* be a little wound up over this submission. It's the big leap. I've been working toward this all my life and I've been hurtling over obstacles that aren't there while tripping over real ones that get me every time -- it's a bit of a trip reevaluating my limits. This is stress. That's all it is. I've dealt with stress before and I've gotten better at it over time.
I don't like it when I screw up. Well, I didn't spend all these years beating back toxic perfectionism to give in to it now, and I can put things into proportion. I did sort things out as best as possible and managed to lighten it up somewhat, and it's a lot better to pull myself together than beat myself. I had a slow start last night on this chapter after having gone off on a mad tangent.
Another good friend sent me a link for www.hisnibs.com -- a wonderful website with very reasonably priced fountain pens! I finally paid myself back for my 2001 rejection slip dollars and spent them happily on the Hero 330 Dragon and Phoenix pen, a fine point aluminum barrel fountain pen that uses bottled ink. I'm starting to collect fountain pens. They're neat. They always meant something wonderful to me... and this one is my reward for finishing Chazho. Ordered in advance, it should arrive right around the point I'm banging in the last edits on Chapter 44. If it's early, I won't open the package till I finish that file, do the last wordcount and pop all those chapters into Word for formatting.
That's so cool.
This is the big one. I'm doing it step by step and it's going to get done one day at a time. I've got a lot of momentum now and I am still immersed. This last chapter came out great. I tore up the mystical psychic tug of war to rescue the possessed guy, who had convulsions when the baddie got evicted, injured my hero severely, got in some neat alien medicine at the end and managed to get all that clear without too much explication! It was fun! Lots of action and magic all in the same chapter, blood on the floor, writing's good. Life's good.
Happy holidays, everyone! Onward!
Robert and Ari >^..^<
Chapter 34 done. 4,267 words chopped down to 3,261 -- yep, this book is losing the equivalent of an entire short novel in verbiage and all the better for it!
On a darker note, last night was the night for bloopers and I was careless enough to seriously impose on a very close friend. She knows who she is, I apologized privately -- and apologize again. I feel so stupid. I'm never that inconsiderate. I don't *do* things like that, but I left my brain in my socks in an excess of enthusiasm.
Maybe it's time to catch my breath and get my balance. The holidays are usually jittery for me, though this year's are a lot better than most. I *might* be a little wound up over this submission. It's the big leap. I've been working toward this all my life and I've been hurtling over obstacles that aren't there while tripping over real ones that get me every time -- it's a bit of a trip reevaluating my limits. This is stress. That's all it is. I've dealt with stress before and I've gotten better at it over time.
I don't like it when I screw up. Well, I didn't spend all these years beating back toxic perfectionism to give in to it now, and I can put things into proportion. I did sort things out as best as possible and managed to lighten it up somewhat, and it's a lot better to pull myself together than beat myself. I had a slow start last night on this chapter after having gone off on a mad tangent.
Another good friend sent me a link for www.hisnibs.com -- a wonderful website with very reasonably priced fountain pens! I finally paid myself back for my 2001 rejection slip dollars and spent them happily on the Hero 330 Dragon and Phoenix pen, a fine point aluminum barrel fountain pen that uses bottled ink. I'm starting to collect fountain pens. They're neat. They always meant something wonderful to me... and this one is my reward for finishing Chazho. Ordered in advance, it should arrive right around the point I'm banging in the last edits on Chapter 44. If it's early, I won't open the package till I finish that file, do the last wordcount and pop all those chapters into Word for formatting.
That's so cool.
This is the big one. I'm doing it step by step and it's going to get done one day at a time. I've got a lot of momentum now and I am still immersed. This last chapter came out great. I tore up the mystical psychic tug of war to rescue the possessed guy, who had convulsions when the baddie got evicted, injured my hero severely, got in some neat alien medicine at the end and managed to get all that clear without too much explication! It was fun! Lots of action and magic all in the same chapter, blood on the floor, writing's good. Life's good.
Happy holidays, everyone! Onward!
Robert and Ari >^..^<