Pet Peeve--ME

I had hoped to say that I FINISHED WRITING MY STORY!

But, I can't. :-(

I started off the week really, really well by writing 2000 words on Monday. I finished up last week with just over 10,000 words and thought, 'Kewl, I can finish this puppy!'

My Monday was good, but when I came home from running errands on Tuesday I had an unexpected email--a request for Gnome. Now, don't get all excited on me, it was only a partial request (synopsis and 30 pages), including query letter. I had filled out an online form at this one agency (even forgetting when I actually filled it out since I stopped keeping records) and was expecting a NO answer. Remember, 99.2% of my stuff gets rejected. I'm used to it.

And, of course, I can NOT send something out without going over it again.

And it was a good thing I did. It wasn't big stuff, but a lot of little stuff can trip you up. And this was how I spent the rest of the day Tuesday. All three parts were shiny and pretty--with each section having it's very own personalized header (something I just learned to do), and with a pat on it's head, I pressed send.

Wednesday was my day to write up everyone's recap in my goals group for the last week. I actually love writing the recap--I can get very wacky and totally enjoyed it, plus I wrote recaps for five people who didn't even post theirs. Here's an example:

Recapper is a little later than anticipated as she was harvesting her virtual farm and had to field a question from a friend who offered her some real manure for her virtual farm. Recapper had to politely refuse due to the fact she was busy slinging enough shit around without those road apples getting in the way.
Recapper belatedly realized that threatening various non-recapping or late reporting members would result in more work for herself. Recapper is NOT known for her rapier synapses this week—she blames the pollen. We have legit recaps mixed in with the invented ones.
Challenge of the Day: Figure out which ones are fake!
Onward to the ‘real’ recap:
MARGARET had an outstanding week by writing 10026 words! Wowzers! Recapper is amazed at her tenacity to get over the 10K mark! Alas, she doubts if she will be able to do as well this week due to an unforeseen circumstance. Recapper discovers the reason for an impressive word count—she blew off working out AND gardening! She does plan to finish FF this week if it kills her or her family. Keep checking the obits and be ready to dial 911.

It was fun. I wrote stuff for 28 recaps, all personalize--none of this stinkin' cutting and pasting for me! No way! But 3250 words later, I had nuthin' left for my story.

On Thursday, I woke up early with the last plot point of my story figured out. I jotted it down and by the time I was able to write, I got nuthin'. I thought "Hmm, maybe I should finish looking Gnome over. Yanno, just in case the agent requests the full." I pull it up. I got nuthin'. I look outside and decide to do some gardening.

Now, I'll be the first to admit that I'm not in my prime anymore, but I'm not totally over the hill--that's when I turn fifty in a little over a year. :-) but my back can't handle too much of the bending, yanking, and digging that goes on with gardening, at least for very long stints of time. I came inside when I heard Aleve calling my name.

I have just under two hours before I have to pick the kidlet up from school. So what do I do? Do I edit Gnome or work on Faerie? No, I write tomorrow's blog.

Hopefully, on Friday I'll be able to . . .

Write On!