A sad schedule today made it a touch day. Got some great momentum and excitement for picture book 2 going this morning, then my alarm goes off telling me I have to stop and eat some lunch then go to work. I really didn’t wanna! …but I did. I figure I made it a little under 1/3 of the way through my intended story.
Work has become this never ending pondering of “I’m not in charge so why am I in charge?” — which also meant that my dinner break only got me through about 200 words because I was interrupted too much. Not according to plan at all. I need big headphones that scream, “go the frell away, I’m writing now.”
So when I got off (half an hour later than I was supposed to) I went to pick up my bro-in-law at his job. Spent the half hour as I waited in the parking lot with my laptop jammed in between me and the steering wheel, feverishly typing, and got to about the 2/3′s point. At which point it’s 10 after 11.
Home now at last. I’ll do some more writing tonight, but it’ll probably fall on the opposite side of midnight. Because I have job aps I need to do first, and if I get too tired, I can’t do them. Word count for the day hovering at 1800ish. Not my best, but not bad. The downer is just that the draft isn’t complete.
On the positive side, tomorrow is my day off! =) I can catch up!
Monday, May 2, 2011
Sunday, May 1, 2011
NaPiBoWriWee 2001: Day 1
Silly name aside, if you don't know what NaPiBoWriWee is, you definitely need to check out the blog of lovely Eureka writer and YA author, Paula Yoo.
But the bare bones basics?
Seven picture books in seven days.
You heard me, seven first draft, rough basic beginning points for picture books generated in seven days. Sound like fun??
I thought so too! I've been doing doodles and cartoons like the one on the right for a while now, and my big bro (brother-in-law-to-be, actually, but bleh, what a mouthful!) had been encouraging me to think about doing a children's book (something new and wildly different for me) when the first of Ms. Yoo's tweets about the event caught my attention.
Who am I to ignore the pokings and prodings of fate? ;)
Day 1 started with a bang, my midnight writing sprint running over when I forgot to stop and the first draft for the first book was finished before I went to bed. About 1100 words, and not all of them terrible. I've planned out (roughly) at least the next three, so we'll see how far I make it this week. I'll be getting back to work here in a little bit, hopefully making inroads into the next first draft. But today? Already a good day!
But the bare bones basics?
Seven picture books in seven days.
You heard me, seven first draft, rough basic beginning points for picture books generated in seven days. Sound like fun??
I thought so too! I've been doing doodles and cartoons like the one on the right for a while now, and my big bro (brother-in-law-to-be, actually, but bleh, what a mouthful!) had been encouraging me to think about doing a children's book (something new and wildly different for me) when the first of Ms. Yoo's tweets about the event caught my attention.
Who am I to ignore the pokings and prodings of fate? ;)
Day 1 started with a bang, my midnight writing sprint running over when I forgot to stop and the first draft for the first book was finished before I went to bed. About 1100 words, and not all of them terrible. I've planned out (roughly) at least the next three, so we'll see how far I make it this week. I'll be getting back to work here in a little bit, hopefully making inroads into the next first draft. But today? Already a good day!
Monday, March 28, 2011
I Am A Priest!
Yesterday, a man I love and admire as the head of my congregation stood at the pulpit and said I could be a priest.
This was a little odd, you see, because I remember being eight years old and having announced with all the self importance of childhood, that when I grew up, I was going to be a priest. Since I was Roman-Catholic, it fell to my mom and our priest to explain to me that I couldn't actually be a priest because I was a girl. Because the pope said so. And I was heartbroken, because not only did a dream die, but because my Mom had no idea what to say when I reminded her, "But you said girls can do anything boys can."
Except for that it seemed.
So yesterday, when I heard Rev. Neil, the head pastor at my church, say that 'priest' and 'minister' meant in our faith that priesthood of all believers, that it included me, that those in service to God could call themselves 'priest' and 'minister', I started to cry. I had no idea that some part of me still needed to hear those words.
I could be a priest.
After service, I went to Rev. Neil, to thank him, to share what it had meant to me to hear that I could be a priest. And he gave me one of his little smiles, one that says I'm being quite silly not to see the whole picture, and said, "You already are."
I am a priest.
Somewhere, an eight year old version of myself is dancing around and singing the "I Told You So" song.
This was a little odd, you see, because I remember being eight years old and having announced with all the self importance of childhood, that when I grew up, I was going to be a priest. Since I was Roman-Catholic, it fell to my mom and our priest to explain to me that I couldn't actually be a priest because I was a girl. Because the pope said so. And I was heartbroken, because not only did a dream die, but because my Mom had no idea what to say when I reminded her, "But you said girls can do anything boys can."
Except for that it seemed.
So yesterday, when I heard Rev. Neil, the head pastor at my church, say that 'priest' and 'minister' meant in our faith that priesthood of all believers, that it included me, that those in service to God could call themselves 'priest' and 'minister', I started to cry. I had no idea that some part of me still needed to hear those words.
I could be a priest.
After service, I went to Rev. Neil, to thank him, to share what it had meant to me to hear that I could be a priest. And he gave me one of his little smiles, one that says I'm being quite silly not to see the whole picture, and said, "You already are."
I am a priest.
Somewhere, an eight year old version of myself is dancing around and singing the "I Told You So" song.
We now resume our regular (ha ha) posting schedule..
I really am laughably bad at keeping committed to this blog. Mostly because I'm really bad at journaling and talking about myself, neither of which suits one well for blogging. But I figured a general update would be nice, and I have a blog planned for later today talking about a great spiritual experience I had yesterday. Eureka will be back in July, and I intend to pick up my reviews again then.
I've continued to plug away on "Heights" which will be a major editing/rewriting project sometime this summer. I'm also working on the revamp of "The Devil's Wife" as a full length screenplay I've been working on.
I'll of course be at the Great American Pitchfest this June, because I adore Signe and Bob and will probably volunteer every year I live in this town, even in years like this one, where I don't really plan on pitching anything. Maybe "Heights" to the one or two book publishers who show, but we'll see. Not sure it's quite ready for that (or will be come June). But I encourage everyone to check out the event! I have a blast every year.
I've continued to plug away on "Heights" which will be a major editing/rewriting project sometime this summer. I'm also working on the revamp of "The Devil's Wife" as a full length screenplay I've been working on.
I'll of course be at the Great American Pitchfest this June, because I adore Signe and Bob and will probably volunteer every year I live in this town, even in years like this one, where I don't really plan on pitching anything. Maybe "Heights" to the one or two book publishers who show, but we'll see. Not sure it's quite ready for that (or will be come June). But I encourage everyone to check out the event! I have a blast every year.
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