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These pictures are some I scanned for the Christmas project I was working on for my dad. (Shhh...don't tell mom but she's getting one for Mother's Day) These pics are from my childhood, although a few recent ones might have slipped in. I'm sure you'll be able to tell which is which!

Monday Confessions

Blame this on Joely.

I think I spent a whopping two hours on the vampire romance last week. At this rate, I'll be fifty before I finish the first draft. I need to stop tuning into the television and focus on the fiction.

Maybe I should stop reading, too.

Um. NO!! I'm going to insist reading is just as important as the writing that isn't being done. Sure, it's entertainment and something I enjoy. Immensely. Maybe even more than chocolate. But it is also market research and useful in analyzing craft. Important stuff, that. I honestly believe the more I read the more insight I have into how construct a sentence, a paragraph, a chapter...

What other confession do I have?

I didn't read my History textbook. Saving Chapter One for lunch.

Of course, I believe I have perfectly legitimate reasons for not writing or reading my textbook this weekend. Yesterday my oldest boy turned 9! (Happy Birthday, Little Man!) We had a sledding party for his birthday. That was interesting. We had a bonfire, roasted hot dogs, ate birthday cupcakes, and watched him unwrap gifts in the snow. That was Saturday, after I spent the morning baking and my hubby ran our boys to their basketball games.

Sunday we went into town to watch our nephews and our best friends' son wrestle. My nephews, who have won 3rd and 2nd place in the past, were eliminated pretty quickly. The youngest took it hard--he was crying enough to break your heart. Our friends' little guy took 2nd place! Way to go, Z!!

When we weren't running the roads, I was doing dishes or laundry. Not that you can tell. When I left the house this morning the sink was full and the basement floor was littered with dirty clothes. Seriously..I think we may have more than our fair share of clothing.

And that, my friends, pretty much sums up my weekend.

Progress Meter

Isn't this cute? This is my current progress on Redemption's Path, my SIL's vamp romance.

Courtesy of Writertopia.

A Dose of Humility

You know I'm a nerd, right? I assume that fact has been established without any doubt over the course of the last few years. Even worse, I'm a somewhat overachieving nerd. My first A- at the University left me fuming for week.

Well, today I got a reminder that I am not perfect. Now I know you may find this hard to believe, dear reader, but it's true. I am woefully imperfect. Flawed. And apparently a damn idiot.

The entire time I was working on that paper it felt wrong. Incomplete. Yet, I thought I understood what the instructor wanted. That'll teach me not to be the annoying student asking 101 questions in order to clarify the expectations. And it's the last time I'll ignore my instincts.

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

Even more aggrivating than the grade I received (11/15 points, which equates to a C), were the comments he wrote at the end of the paper. If I wouldn't have deleted 3 pages, I might have at least earned a solid B. But, no, I panicked at going over the page limit and totally botched the thing.

Ug. I'm off to self-flagellate.

I haven't had a C on a paper in over five years. Hell, I haven't had a B on a paper in over five years. Talk about humbling!

The First Turning Point

I've been working on my SIL's vampire romance story for a few months now. Some weeks have been better than others, but somehow I've managed to pull together 30K words. I'd like to say those words have been easy. It'd be a lie, though, so I won't. Along with the usual whine about not having enough time, there has been an apparent lack of enthusiasm for the project. Oh, it's not agony writing it. But it's not my preferred genre and it shows.

However, I think I've finally reached the turning point. I realized yesterday I've been more diligent about carving out writing time. I'm using my lunch hours. And I've thought about breaking the laptop out more than once while I'm at home; the only reason I haven't is because I've been too busy getting ready to go on my trip. Alright, you say, that's cool, but what's it got to do with a turning point?

That's when I know I'm becoming invested in a project. I no longer drag myself to the computer. I'm eager to work on the story, to poke and prod my characters.

If this mood persists, and let's hope it does, I know the next 30K will be written in half the time it took to write the first 30. It's just the way I work. The beginnings are always slow. The setup painfully exacting. Once I reach that first bend in the road where the setup is nearly complete, things start to move at a much quicker pace.

This is a good thing. I'd like to finish her story before this summer. I have other stories I've put on the back burner for this project and I'm anxious to get back to them.

Brief Update

I don't have a lot of time today. I have class in fifteen minutes, a half-eaten lunch in front of me, and an insistant bladder demanding I take five minutes for a pit stop. TMI? Sorry...but it is what is.

I'm getting all psyched up for me weekend away. Just two more days of work and then I'm off! Can't wait. We're supposed to be leaving early Friday morning. My cousin has a presentation she has to give in West Branch (a town far north of here), so we're pausing there for an hour or two. While she gives her little speech the rest of us are going to check out the outlet stores. Promise to self: I will not buy anything.

I expect I'll get at least 20 scrapbook pages completed over the weekend. Maybe more. I'm pretty well organized and I've been forcing myself to sit down and do the journalling ahead of time. Joke at own expense: The pages should fall into place without too much effort.

Okay. Gotta run. More later maybe.