One Of Those Days

Yes, one of those days where I meant to get some serious writing done. Starting...now! No, wait, I'd better put dinner in the crock pot. Okay. Starting...I'm hungry/thirsty/bored/not listening to the right music/irritated/killing insects.

So. At least if I write a little entry here, I'll have made a start to my day. At 4:37pm. Better late than never.

I have a few projects on the go.

1. A basically finished novel, needing only a knock-your-socks-off query letter and some research into agencies I'd like to send it (and that damn letter) to.

2. A second novel (we'll call this LA Story.) The book will eventually be good. Until then, it continuously kicks my ass. It has gone through about eight thousand identity changes over the course of two or three years. Third person POV became 1st Person. One POV became multiple POVs became one POV became I-still-want-more-POVs. Currently this is the project I'm devoting the most time to. Sometimes I think I hate it and it hates me, but we are like lovers trapped in a bad relationship. Okay, that's a little melodramatic. I've just written myself into a corner where it appears all my characters hate each other, and I'm not certain how best to get myself out.

3. A screenplay. It needs more punch. I'm not sure how to give it more punch.

4. A third novel. Well, a fetus of a novel, really. This one is called Adultery Story (not from real life experience, thankyouverymuch.) I really only have about ten thousand words of this one, and it's not exactly ready to be written yet, but will one day be an interesting project.

5. A collection of interconnected short stories. As soon as I learn how to write short stories and not novels, I imagine this collection will be just fabulous. (I also have ideas for two or three other interconnected story collections... really, they are halfway between stories and novels, because I don't actually like short stories very much. I always want to know more. So why would I write something I don't like? I wouldn't. Except the LA Story. No!!! It's not that I don't like it...)

6. An online magazine. I'm editing this and writing for it, and I'd really like the first issue to go up on November 1st. Dammit.

7. A collection of poetry. Hmm. Poetry. I suspect my entire life's output will be one collection of decent poetry. Poems, for me, are more of a writing exercise/challenge.

Look how much work I have to do! Enough procrastination!