I was incredibly happy to see all the wonderful responses to Emily's guest post. Thank you to those who took the time to comment.
Well, we are seven days into the new year. Can't say that's much changed. The family started off the new year with a variety of illnesses - bronchitis, strep, stomach flu, etc. - that had (and still has) all of us down. And we've got sleet and freezing rain. Not an auspicious beginning.
And yet, I managed to work on my new urban fantasy the last few days and am excited about it again. Well, sort of. I figured out where the ending was going to go last night - I mean, I knew where it was going to end, but not the exact way. Unfortunately, I have to kill off a character I really like. Not sure how I feel about that. It's not something I normally do. But then, there's not a lot about this story that is normal for me. It's edgier. Contemporary. And in first person. But I'm having more fun writing this one than I have in a long time. Guess I'll have to keep writing to see what happens. I'm 200 pages into it and it's not slowing down yet.
And thus the new year begins. New stories to tell.
Now if my family would all just recover. Then it will be a good new year for me.
Wednesday, January 07, 2009
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Hate to be a nit-picker, but perhaps you can just see this as an unsolicited editor's comment: Given that today's the seventh day of January, I'm having a hard time trying to figure out how we're nine days into the new year... Oh, and in paragraph three: "kill off".
Love & Happy New Year! :D
--Jeff
and ... for the record. The family is BETTER. Not completely well, but definitely BETTER! :)
Love you, Mom!
Sheesh! Okay, okay, it's fixed. Like you've never made a mistake. ;)
Hurry up and finish the book so I get to read it! You can do the killing off. It's easier than you think! LOL
Yeah: Once upon a time, there was a man named Ned. I liked Ned a lot. But then he died.
See how easy that was? ;)
Or like this...My friend, Ned, had a love of cheap liquor and fast trains. He was kind of off-balanced in his daily life, but give him a fifth of Mad Dog and he was a funny, funny guy. One night, after finishing his third fifth, he thought he was Superman. He tried to stop a train. He died.
Easy. See?
LOL
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