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Showing posts from June, 2002
Writing I haven't really been writing much since I last posted. But I have been working on some new ideas for my BN class. BN class? What am I talking about, you ask? Holly ( Forward Motion ) has graciously offered her Breakout Novel class again this year. I was brave enough to apply and lucky enough to get accepted! I am in fine company, too, I'll have you know. My fellow classmates are June, Catherine, Matt, Cheryl, and Robert. If their ideas are any indication, I am seriously going to enjoy taking this class with them! Our first class is this Thursday night. I pray my connection doesn't boot me off like it did last night. I have back-up dial-in capabilities but I don't want to use them because they aren't all that great.
Writing: I've gotten back one reader review on Dragonborn.  As I feared, the ending did not satisfy the reader.  Luckily, she knew why and the problem can be easily addressed and fixed!  Otherwise, she seemed to like it.  A big thanks to Mary (aka BarGnat)!  Now I'm just waiting on Lola & Bob's thoughts....Once they've had their say, the serious rewrite begins in earnest.  I can't believe I'm looking forward to it.  Then again, I can't believe I'm missing the characters or their story...I thought I'd be sick of it by now! Oh, Happy Day! I found my missing journal!  I was cleaning (yes, cleaning) my scrapbooking area, which is also where I've been keeping all my books since the move into the new house, and I found the journal in the bottom of a box.  I would have found the thing earlier if I had enough bookshelves to hold all my books.  Ah, well.  At least I found the journal.  Bookshelves will have to wait.
Writing: I love Zette's gym . These little warm-ups really get the ole juices flowing.  What starts out as a glimmer of an idea can sprout wings and soar into mutating plotlines, characters, or a new world to explore.  My growing attachment to these exercises surprises me.   Here's a bit of Wednesday's results: Panting, her breath plumed in the cold autumn air, she once again pushed her sodden hair out of her face and narrowed her eyes. After a moment’s strain she could see through the rain. Trees as far as she could see. Nothing even remotely familiar. She was lost. And hunted by Muthgars. Fighting down panic, Sarryn drew in a shaky breath and swallowed around the lump in her throat. Standing here, soaked through and through, served no good purpose. For every second she delayed, the Muthgars drew nearer and their probing mental fingers tore away more and more of her meager mental sheild. The oily darkness of their thoughts had grow
Dragonborn Update: It's done!!!! Ok, well, the rough draft is done. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to finish my happy dance. So what's next, you ask? Well, I need to give it to a couple of readers. This should give me a nice break from the story so when I have to begin the rewrite I'll be fresh and ready.