One of the problems with moving into new digs is figuring out where to put everything. The book case over there . . . no! Put it here . . . Nope, doesn't fit. Try against that other wall . . .
So things are still a bit out of sorts here. For one thing, I just discovered that the times given for my postings are wrong. No way will I ever be posting at 6:40 AM. You see that, you know it's a lie. I might be awake, up and moving at 6:40 AM--in fact, I will be--but posting, no. The brain cells are still sitting around in their pajamas, disorganized, grumpy, and looking for a cup of tea.
But moving on . . .
I did not opt out of the Google Settlement. How odd, I think, that so much of a writer's life rests in other peoples and other corporations hands. Their business plays, their ideas, good or bad. But no one ever said my own hands were capable of too much, so maybe I shouldn't complain. And it was my idea to be a writer, so there you have it. Still . . .
I am afraid of my revision. The one that's a big, fat mess. Another revision on another book might be needed, but on that one I feel capable. This monster I have created, though . . . yikes. It might be DOA.
You could say I've unpacked it, but it is still buried underneath all the boxes in my new digs. I'll find it eventually, but I'm sorta not sure what I want to do. Work on it, or pitch it out in the dumpster with the rest of the packing materials? Decisions, decisions . . .
Okay, we shall see what time gets posted for this little wordlet game. My computer says 10:56 AM. Here we go!
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I'm glad to hear you're not so diligent as to be posting here at 6:40 am - that would make me feel very sloth-like!
ReplyDeleteI opted in but I have no idea whether I'm doing the right thing - and I resent Google for putting us all in this position.
I'm sure there's life in your monster (why is virtually everything about writing so hard!) but it sounds like you're going to have to wrestle it into submission. I feel that way about my current WIP - it seems as though I'll never be done. I got 11:02 am here - I guess it's about time to get back to wrestling.
C.K.: The sloth, he is me.
ReplyDeleteYes, the Google has played a pretty tough card, hasn't it? What's yours is mine is the Googlez.
I am feeling better about my monster. In fact, I have decided it's not a monster! I've gotten a sense of what to do, and am trying to do it. Emphasis on trying . . .
I hope your wrestling match went well. I just saw your comment today; I thought I'd set the comments up to pop into my e-mail, but apparently not!