Well, I’m back. I knew you missed me. And after three days of learning plot, structure, and character development, well, I’m ready to jump into my novel-writing! After a much-needed (though I didn’t realize that I needed it til about yesterday) break from real life, I headed back to my home, the planning and life that needs my attention. My phone has rung three times since leaving the resort. And I’m realizing that nonexistent cell reception is AMAZING! I love my friends, and I love my family, and I love spending time with them…. but glory… After not talking to anyone on the phone for three days, well… let’s just say I noticed a definite rise in my stress level when that first phonecall came right after leaving the conference. I’m thinking about turning off my phone at night, too. I would love to try getting back some of that peace I’ve been feeling, without the added pressure of making sure I answer my phone.
Granted, having a phone as a work necessity is something I truly understand.
But guys, this week away from my phone was so nice.
Maybe I just need to take an occasional two day vow of silence.
To a writing conference this weekend!
I’m blaming the fact that I haven’t been posting consistently — and that I haven’t been making some amazing-looking Panda Bread — on the fact that I’ve been spending my writing braincells on pounding out a book to work on during the conference. Well, it’s not quite a book. At the moment it’s half in my head and half a clumsily-written story. It wants to be a book. And maybe it will be someday. But right now, it’s more just a project. An ugly, messy, barely-English project. But these things always look grossest before they can become the lovely vision in your head. And it’s pretty gross right now. I’ve done most of my research. However, the main character still hasn’t decided what she’s up to at the moment, so I’ve got figure out what that extra nudge will be to send her into the adventure. But we’ll get there soon. I can feel it.
Until then, I’m getting ready to head off to the conference. Which is being held at a castle. Yes. You read right. A castle.
Don’t believe me?
Enjoy the view below. 🙂
…That cats were the ones I’d want to have with me if I ever became a roving gambler.
I’m waiting to hear back from the visiting fiancé who went back to his home in another state. The visit was just what I’d needed. The next time we see each other, it’ll be a few days before the Big Day, and then that home far, far, away will become mine too. It’ll be the start to an adventure, to be sure. Anyway, now that I’m back to being just me, the writing should happen a tad more often. Also, I’m going to go back to my goal of reading a book every week or so. Since money has been a tad tight recently, I went to the library for the first time in a few, well, a few years. It’s not that I didn’t like the library, but for some reason places with books that also serve coffee have been on my radar moreso, recently. I blame college. Even though college might be a few more years behind me than I’d like to admit. I’ll blame the coffee, too.
This week, on the bookshelf, I’ve just finished with a Richard Castle book. I mentioned it a while back, I believe. I’m now moved on to a book of the Steampunk genre — more information about the genre here — by author Cherie Priest. From what I can find, she’s written a few other sci-fi titles, including one about vampires and werewolves. I’m personally really really really not into that subject-matter, so I’ll be sticking with her Steampunk stuff. Her books so far — I’ve only read two — have been fun, witty, and not the normal plotline I’m used to. This could be because she not only creates a world where the American Civil War has basically become an unending event, but she adds fun technology, like hydrogen-run dirigibles. Also, she includes zombies in her plots. Not creepy ones, but just plain old, hungering for brains, zombies. I hate horror films, but for some reason the setting of Priest’s stories begs for something like the mindless creatures, and makes them charming to boot.
…It’s hard to explain, so I’ll stop rambling about them.
Anyway, I’ll try to report back soon about the book. I’m still at the beginning, so it may be next week.
… watch the TLC tv show, Say Yes to the Dress?
These women go to a ritzy bridal salon in New York City, bring all the members of their families, and buy a wedding dress… usually for about $3000.
For a dress.
A dress that will be worn for one day.
Three. Thousand. Dollars.
Anyone else think that the money could be better put to work in ways like… groceries? Rent? Even payment for a vacation after the wedding?
Or maybe I’m just missing the gene that tells me that the dress is worth a couple of house payments.
Feel free to let me know if I’m just misguided and unclear on reality.
So I’ve failed.
Failed at posting everyday. Today (yesterday) was the day I missed. But it was for the best of reasons, I promise you that. I could try to backdate the post (I’m not even sure it would work, let alone if anyone aside from me would notice the difference), but I’m a big girl, so I’ll take the consequences.
*braces self for incoming disappointment from people across the globe who’ve been reading my every word…. *
*crickets singing a lovely off-kilter tune*
“Oh. Nice. I just have to deal with my own guilt about the whole darn thing — which is easy enough, since I’ve done it so many times.” 🙂
My reason for missing this important post
that I should’ve thought about last night but instead was distracted by 30 different things and so I forgot is this: My fiancé, a lovely, sweet man, came into town today. I spent the day with him. We finalized our choice of silverware together, registered for a pot we’re positive no one will buy for us, but we liked it anyway, and we played boardgames all evening long with some dear friends. Sometime I’ll tell you more about it – but in the morning (in a few hours) we’ll be getting up again and heading up to a lake in the mountains for an engagement photography shoot. It should be amazingly fun and gorgeous weather to boot. Plus, he is here. With me. Life is utterly fantabulous. I could probably die happy, but I’d much rather stay alive and see the rest of the story and how it all ends. I think it’s probably going to be fantabulous too.
Good night/morning/life. 🙂
In my attempt to write a novel, I’ve started probably about, oh, nine or ten. I’ve finished none of them. One of the challenges I’m constantly faced with is to make my stories less autobiographical. But now I’m thinking maybe it might be an advantage to have a little bit of my own life as an influence. After reading this article about Georgina Bloomberg, daughter of New York City Mayor Michael Bloomberg, it looks like maybe having some “extreme real life content” might help market a book. After all, sometimes truth is stranger than fiction.
But maybe it would help even more if I were the daughter of a billionaire. Yes. I like that idea quite a lot.