Thursday, January 15, 2009

I was on a roll and then wham.

Somebody pass the Maalox and help me to a soft chair. I worked on McKnight yesterday, adding one thousand new words. I was in the zone. You know what that's like. I was one with the character. I felt, and typed, her every emotion, channeling it effectively onto the page. I reached the end of the scene and decided to call it a day. After all, the character and I needed time to absorb what had happened. Dutifully, and responsibly, I might add, I went to save my work...and poof. Instead of saving it like I very nicely asked my computer to do, the plastic Nazi refused, choosing to corrupt the entire chapter instead. One thousand hard-earned words, gone. How am I ever going to get those words back? I'm sick with the idea of trying to recreate what is lost. What a day.

Saturday, January 10, 2009


This has been a very difficult week at our house. Our 14 1/2 year old shih tzu passed away. In the past year, she was treated for skin allergies. Starting last Saturday, we noticed she no longer ate or drank anything. It was very hard to watch her health deteriorate so rapidly. By the time she passed on Thursday morning, she weighed approximately five pounds. Oddly enough, this was the one year anniversary of my father-in-law's death.

Now, to be honest with you, I am not an animal person. This could be why we never considered Jesse as a pet, and neither did she. She never licked anyone, couldn't swim a stroke, and was terrified of car rides, all very undoglike qualities. As far as our house was concerned, the only difference between her and the rest of the family was, she didn't talk.

She was full of 'people-like' personality and is very missed.

Sunday, January 4, 2009

I feel na na na na na na

I have been at a standstill with McKnight. Frozen. Completely unable to move forward. It didn't help that I faced a scene without any dialogue. Thank goodness for the holidays. I blamed it all on them and made a deal with myself to ignore guilt and begin again, or give up, after the new year.

Every day, I would eye the folder. It sat staring at me like an orphaned puppy. Could I really turn my back on it forever?

Yesterday, I forced myself to open the folder and pull up the last scene. This folder was a catch-all of ideas. Facing the massive undertaking, I told myself, look at one paragraph and nothing more. It worked. One paragraph became one page and then one scene. Wow.

This morning I looked at it to make sure I had included all the things necessary to make a scene come to life. They were all there. I'm not saying it can't use a good polish, but it sure looks good to these eyes.

I was so afraid I would never be able to write anything again. I'm still working out the kinks, but it's good to be back.

Saturday, January 3, 2009

2009 Goals

I think goals might be easier to face than resolutions. (I know it's the same thing.)'s what I have in mind:

1. Lose five more pounds.
2. Spend more time with my family and friends.
3. Sell For Mercy's Sake.
4. Finish McKnight.
5. Attend all of the weddings that are in the works. Looking at the calendar, there is one a month. Yay for store gift registries.

I'll stop here. I don't want to over-do it.