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apocalypsosSo I had two hours of sleep from one to three and then got up specifically to finish my chapters, and THEN I went to sleep at six-thirty or so only to sleep maybe four hours or so.
Naps. Naps would be nice. Many, many naps all in a row.
Except I've got another chapter due by tomorrow morning, so no time forlove sleep, Doctor Jones.
This is good, though. The deal is one finished chapter every morning in the agent-shaped person's email by the time she wakes up, every day for the next two weeks. (I'd say "or until I finish," but given the weekend and the possibility that I may be out of my temp job next week, it's entirely possible I may get done before the two weeks are up at this rate.) I keep worrying that the pace is off, except that is a metric assload of stuff going on in the chapters I have yet to finish, so my plan is to pick a chapter at random, outline it in exquisite detail, write out the dialogue, and then write the action around it. Rinse, lather, and repeat for one week. Have a finished manuscript about a plus-sized biracial bisexual ex-superheroine and her dysfunctional family done by, oh, the sixth or so. (Leeway! It's fun for everybody! Or, you know, just me.)
Then after that comes the GPW edit AND the Heroine Addiction edit AND NaNoWriMo. The only reason that I feel I can do two edits and write 50k of a new story all at the same time is because the HA looks to be a bit less involved than the GPW edit will be (*crosses fingers*).
Oh, and there's Yuletide to consider. Because I'm not going to give up on Yuletide this year, not even a little bit. I adore writing Yuletide stories.
I just really, really, really, REALLY want to get published. It's like the closer I get (have agent-shaped person, have contact with publishers, have finished manuscripts), the more I feel like, OH GOD OH GOD DON'T GET YOUR HOPES UP OH GOD OH GOD. It's weird, because when I had no agent-shaped person or finished manuscripts I was like, "YES, I CAN!", and then I'm so freaking close and now I'm all, "Nobody move or you'll scare it off.."
I just keep trying to remind myself that I'm lucky. I'm so goddamn lucky, because I've worked really really hard and I'm a lot farther than a lot of other writers and there's no reason I shouldn't get published at the point in my writing that I am right now. So there, paranoid low-esteem-having self. Hmph.
... okay, no, really, enough pep talks to myself, I definitely need to go have a nap before work.
Naps. Naps would be nice. Many, many naps all in a row.
Except I've got another chapter due by tomorrow morning, so no time for
This is good, though. The deal is one finished chapter every morning in the agent-shaped person's email by the time she wakes up, every day for the next two weeks. (I'd say "or until I finish," but given the weekend and the possibility that I may be out of my temp job next week, it's entirely possible I may get done before the two weeks are up at this rate.) I keep worrying that the pace is off, except that is a metric assload of stuff going on in the chapters I have yet to finish, so my plan is to pick a chapter at random, outline it in exquisite detail, write out the dialogue, and then write the action around it. Rinse, lather, and repeat for one week. Have a finished manuscript about a plus-sized biracial bisexual ex-superheroine and her dysfunctional family done by, oh, the sixth or so. (Leeway! It's fun for everybody! Or, you know, just me.)
Then after that comes the GPW edit AND the Heroine Addiction edit AND NaNoWriMo. The only reason that I feel I can do two edits and write 50k of a new story all at the same time is because the HA looks to be a bit less involved than the GPW edit will be (*crosses fingers*).
Oh, and there's Yuletide to consider. Because I'm not going to give up on Yuletide this year, not even a little bit. I adore writing Yuletide stories.
I just really, really, really, REALLY want to get published. It's like the closer I get (have agent-shaped person, have contact with publishers, have finished manuscripts), the more I feel like, OH GOD OH GOD DON'T GET YOUR HOPES UP OH GOD OH GOD. It's weird, because when I had no agent-shaped person or finished manuscripts I was like, "YES, I CAN!", and then I'm so freaking close and now I'm all, "Nobody move or you'll scare it off.."
I just keep trying to remind myself that I'm lucky. I'm so goddamn lucky, because I've worked really really hard and I'm a lot farther than a lot of other writers and there's no reason I shouldn't get published at the point in my writing that I am right now. So there, paranoid low-esteem-having self. Hmph.
... okay, no, really, enough pep talks to myself, I definitely need to go have a nap before work.
