I am sheepish. If you could actually see me right now there's a very good chance that you'd admire my woolly coat and be impressed at the length of aaaaa I can carry on my baa.
Another month gone. All the days of potential disappeared into the ether, never to be seen again. And what have you been doing with yourself young lady? I need no help, I can fully castigate myself. Clearly I haven't been blogging. And it's not like the weather has been encouraging long lengthy strolls to further improve my constitution - although I do type this with a lobster-red burnt right side. Incidentally my writer's side. Make of that what you will.
There I said it. With capitals. So you get the full effect. If you haven't done it yet, good luck to you and if you have then I send my sincerest condolences and commiserations. Having finally plucked the courage to give The Gaia Effect a proper workover the paper copy has duly been graffitied and now the painstaking paper to computer alterations march onwards at the rate of two pages per hour - or thereabouts. It will be worth it. In the end. I am somewhat amazed and gratified that all my initial readers have agreed to go through the new and improved manuscript again. Who are these wonderful human beings? The hubster - natch. The bestie - no brainer. The literary friend and fellow writer - good choice. The geek mate - thorough and insightful. The mentor - pedestal high and incapable of saying no thank goodness.
As I have so much spare time I agreed to edit someone else's novel AT THE SAME TIME. Just because it's my husband book doesn't mean I had to say yes however, life very possibly wouldn't have been worth living if I'd said no. But seriously, it's exciting to read the insides of your life partner's brain and be able to put orange pen all over it. We go orange not red because we're all about positive changes not damaging fledging creativity. Double editing. Can you imagine the joy?
I have done nothing with my other book ideas. They languish in limbo. I think they're quite happy about it. Maybe they'll mate and spawn.
The short story exercise was exciting. I managed to write five. When I say write, I wrote one in full. One was a no goer. One became the beginning of a play. One only just began but has bountiful cups of potential. One came into being 800 words and this blog post ago. It's the one I'm most excited about. But then I am highly fickle. Hence the playwriting. If you read my blog you know about my extra curricular adventures which came with homework. I haven't done the homework. I've done the reading. And yes I really have. But it's completely OK because I have until the 20th to send the homework in which is a whole eleven days away and I have a highly important, epic, secret and awesome first wedding anniversary gift to create by then. Plus I only have to write a monologue and five pages of the opening scene of my first ever play.
I'll leave you with my reading progress for the year. 41 books so far. And I have to say that The Long Walk by Richard Bachman aka Stephen King was just spectacular. I urge you to go read it. Happy June.