Quote du Jour:
â€œHow fickle is woman.â€
–Rhett Butler, Gone With The Wind
The new novella is going sloooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooowly.
Itâ€™s taken me HOURS to write 2000 words. But then, itâ€™s very typical when I finish one project and try to start another one right away. Itâ€™s like my brain needs time to decompress or something.
I get bored with the WIP easily so Iâ€™ll surf the â€˜net or look at pictures of Gerard (I really need some new ones). Then, if thereâ€™s still no creative spark, Iâ€™ll sit and stare at the screen for a while.
Since Iâ€™m attracted to bad boys, my heroes are always bad boys. The current hero looks like this:
But just a tad younger. (Are you surprised? I mean, really?) And, oooh, he gives his poor mamma hell. Heâ€™s irresponsible and cocky and very charming. He talks the talk and walks the walk and loves women. I mean LUUUURVES them.
So anywayâ€¦ Iâ€™ll post an excerpt soon. When it doesnâ€™t suck. Right now, itâ€™s sucking hard. I have a vague idea of where I want to go but nothing terribly concrete. So perhaps I need to write a short synopsis to keep me in check.
Anywayâ€¦ still no word from the editor over at KIC. A fellow author got an auto response to her email that stated the site was on hiatus until NOVEMBER 1. That was never mentioned to the authors. It was our understanding September 25 was the day it was to resume.
Now Iâ€™m highly agitated at these turn of events. A few of my fellow authors and I are trying to decide what our next step is going to be. One is terminating her contract via email and snail mail. Iâ€™m wondering if I should do the same thing. Itâ€™s bad PR for the authors. I donâ€™t think any of us should have our names dragged through the mud. We work too damn hard for our writing. I know Iâ€™ve worked hard to get this far and I donâ€™t want some ninny messing it up for me. KIC is a great idea. Itâ€™s been a great thing for a couple of years and I was a part of it for a year. I think most of us who have been in it for a long time feel very ready to move on. I know I am.
But enough about that. Iâ€™m sure everything will work out like it needs to. And I canâ€™t stress about it now.
Well, itâ€™s off to work and time to forage. Iâ€™m starving.