While Bushy is having her crisis up there, I thought I would see what's going on down here... Not a lot it would seem! It's true what she's saying; I do need to get my life in order. Starting from now, I will not:
- be distracted by Emails and internet.
- laze around in bed for too long, daydreaming about what life could be like if only I could get up an hour earlier. Why not just... get up an hour earlier?
- procrastinate any more...!
Roughly, in no particular order, this is my writing "To do" list:-
Editing
1. NaNo 2004 (a fantasy novel - not in your traditional sense)
2. NaNo 2005 (a sort of sequel to 2004's effort - both need a LOT of work - especially this one)
3. NaNo 2006 (a complete change of direction)
4. Several short stories to polish up and sub - I want to find a home for all of them!
Writing
5 & 6. Two collaborative projects (one of which might end up becoming NaNo 2007...)
7. A Mystery/Romance just started (as an experiment - can I work with this genre?)
8. A couple of short stories for two (Skeelley) anthologies.
And there we have it; something that looks ever so cunningly like - a plan! (I just have to find the time to put some of it into action now...)
Monday 30 July 2007
Wednesday 4 July 2007
Lazy Summer Days...
...Don't you sometimes yearn for them? I remember those long summer days when I had nothing better to do than to please myself. I always used to make big plans for the summer holidays - it always seemed like they would go on forever. The tragedy is, I never really made the most of them.
Now I'm in a panic. I feel time slipping, running away as fast as it can. It's very much a case of, "Oh dear! Oh dear! I shall be too late!" If I'm not careful, I'll have that nasty queen acusing me of murdering the time. I know I've bitten off far more than I can chew (and as I lost another tiny piece of filling from an already dodgy tooth yesterday, I'm in a somewhat precarious position).
I want to make a difference and I need to get on with it... now!
You know, I read a couple of truly dreadful stories recently. They were published, sort of mini novels (novellas? long short stories?) The storylines were OK but the writing left a lot to be desired. Two dimensional characters spouting off clunky dialogue (just because it's in quotation marks, does not make it "show not tell.") Then there was the really clumsy plotting - an absolute disgrace and a real waste of an otherwise good idea. In one of them, the editing was atrocious - I lost count of all the sloppy typos and continuity errors. Someone is actually publishing these! I know I can do so much better - it's so depressing.
The time has come to stop procrastinating (before it becomes my middle name) and get on with it.
Now I'm in a panic. I feel time slipping, running away as fast as it can. It's very much a case of, "Oh dear! Oh dear! I shall be too late!" If I'm not careful, I'll have that nasty queen acusing me of murdering the time. I know I've bitten off far more than I can chew (and as I lost another tiny piece of filling from an already dodgy tooth yesterday, I'm in a somewhat precarious position).
I want to make a difference and I need to get on with it... now!
You know, I read a couple of truly dreadful stories recently. They were published, sort of mini novels (novellas? long short stories?) The storylines were OK but the writing left a lot to be desired. Two dimensional characters spouting off clunky dialogue (just because it's in quotation marks, does not make it "show not tell.") Then there was the really clumsy plotting - an absolute disgrace and a real waste of an otherwise good idea. In one of them, the editing was atrocious - I lost count of all the sloppy typos and continuity errors. Someone is actually publishing these! I know I can do so much better - it's so depressing.
The time has come to stop procrastinating (before it becomes my middle name) and get on with it.
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