Featuring non-related pictures from an old summer vacation. Because (A) It's summer, and (B) I like tacky things.
Some quickies, because it's a vurry bizzy week . . .
How is that second book deadline coming along? Are you breathing? Sweating? Dancing? Eating everything in sight? Perhaps rolling bare-bummed in finished ms pages?
Snort snort snort.
[Stephanie wipes tear from eye.]
Choke snort choke.
It's, er, coming. In the sense that the actual deadline is rapidly approaching. (Four days. Accccck!) As I've mentioned here before — far too often — Second Novel and I are not exactly besties. She's pretty much kicking the tar out of me.
And taking enormous pleasure in it.
But . . . the last few weeks have okay! Okay-ish. The deadline is self-imposed, because I work much better under pressure. Productivity, creativity, and — most thankfully — my ability to focus ratchet up considerably. Because, as embarrassing as it is to admit, I am a hardcore procrastinator. I will wait until the LAST SECOND every time.
And I'm kinda in LAST SECOND territory now.
So it's a good thing! Sort of!
Buuuuuut yes. My daily habits have gone askew. I'm not dancing (I wish) or eating everything in sight (yet), but I'm drinking lattes at odd hours, staying up until six am, having panic attacks, emailing letters of desperation, canceling plans with friends, scribbling notes on my body in unwashable markers, and begging my husband to brainstorm with me about the same (stupid) thing again and again. And again.
I've also reached that stage where I edit my manuscript line-by-line while I sleep. (Do you do that? Please tell me you do. And then you wake up even more tired than when you went to bed?)
Oh! And there's a lot of uncontrollable sobbing.
In other words, I am SUPER FUN to be around right now!!!
(Thank you for thinking of me, Jolie. I've enjoyed reading about your progress this summer, too. Woo hoo! You're rocking it!)
When are you coming back to San Diego? Because Dojo misses his Aunt Stephanie, and our band seriously needs to practice.
Dude. We DO need to practice.
And I'll come back to San Diego when it stops being so:
I'll come back when you can hook me up with something substantial.
Something like THIS:
Do you type up your stories or hand write them? I prefer to hand write mine. It's almost like a good luck charm with me :)
Ooo, I wish I could write my first drafts by hand! Lucky you. I always thought it'd be cool to be one of those writers with a fountain pen and a pad of legal paper who just went for it. So romantic!
But, alas, I am . . . what's the word?
Oh, yeah. Anal. I'm totally anal.
Whenever I write by hand, inevitably I get stuck on the very first page, scribbling out large chunks and re-writing new — often worse — lines in illegible print above it and sideways in the margins. And then scratching out those lines, etcetera etcetera.
This is essentially the same thing I do on my computer, but at least when I work in Word (one of these days, I SO need to switch to Scrivener), you can't see how many tries it takes me to write one freaking sentence.
Which is a very. long. time.
(Which is why I should go now. Nasty deadline and all.)