I know, it’s been a few days. I knew this week would be bad. My daughter’s birthday is this weekend and I’ve got a bunch of stuff to do for that, and since I’ve invited people to my home, I’m generally more nervous than usual and so that doesn’t help my concentration on Matt and Alex’s problems.
But last night Alex found the warning. Originally, she found it in another time and place. But when I opened up that hole and inserted the extra day, I decided to use it for something else. So I had to move that chunk and rewrite it to fit (although I didn’t count that toward the word count). After that, my villain was feeling sort of stalker-like and called my heroine on her cell phone. She made a conscious effort not to be cliche, was plucky, and goaded him somewhat. Theirs is sort of a complicated relationship that neither she nor I completely understands yet.
Anyway, in a little bit here I have to go be Matt and have some sexy thoughts about my heroine. I’m not feeling particularly sexy this morning.
In fact, I feel sort of whiney. Like you couldn’t tell. This whole Sweat thing (see sidebar) has pretty much got me down. It’s not that I do so very much editing as I go, but when I’m really busy with, you know, life, I tend to just leave things I’m not happy with and come back later and make them a little better before I dump them into the manuscript. But having to report progress all the time is causing me to have to just dump what I have and move on, even when I know it’s not really what I wanted. I feel very drive-by about it.
I’ve been trying not to whine about it because complaining about the pace and not keeping the pace seems to me to be painting a big ol’ sign that says “Not Ready To Play With The Big Girls”.
And I do so want to play with the big girls.
They’re so cool.