I'm finding it difficult to type when the toasty hot pad propped up on my lap beckons to my cold hands. Suddenly a nap sounds like a wonderful idea, and I'm wondering if I have any jam to go on my buttermilk biscuits.
Yup, colder weather is here and all the temptations it brings with it. I've run chapter thirteen past a beta reader and received the green light, so I'm back to picking away at chapter fourteen. Replacing a phrase here and a bit of dialog there is time consuming work, but it's worth it when I step back and read the result. The action and dialog flow better, and the writting itself is tighter. Not incredible, but definitely better.
I have two and a half pages worth of notes for this chapter and they are pretty straight forward, but I'm also finding I missed a lot during my time of note taking. It has me paying closer attention to the page as I work through each one. To be honest, I feel like I'm out weeding a spring garden. All the little green bits are a bit small at this point and I find myself studying each one closely, trying to determine if its a weed or not.
It can be pretty frustrating and confusing. Thank goodness for beta readers, right? Mine have saved my sanity more then once....what's left of my sanity, anyway.
Anyway, I'm aiming to finish up fourteen by tonight and chapter fifteen by tomorrow night. How I'm going to accomplish that, I don't know. It won't be by sitting around with my hands tucked into my hot pad, or while munching on those yummy biscuits though.
Wouldn't it be nice if it worked out that way? Indulging in winters luxuries while your book writes and edits itself? Mmm...sounds wonderful, but since folks haven't figured out a way to pull that off quite yet, I'm off to get some work done the usual way. By hand.
But first, I need a snack. Now where did I put that jam....
~Sun and Moon