Thursday, 30 July 2009

Our Many Copies

At our house, we don't treat our copies of Tess of the D'urbervilles very nicely. Mum's broken one. I've broken one. Now I have a brand new one that cost me less than ten dollars and has a lovely photo of strawberries on it. I plan not to break this one.

Anyway that was a quick sidestep into saying... deep breath, must say it fast....



sorry if you didn't catch that.

Tuesday, 28 July 2009

I am...officially...desperate

Hello all. If you're reading this, you'll probably end up feeling like you've wasted a bit of time doing it. I'm sorry for that. I need to vent a little bit to cyberspace about how horrible it is waiting to hear back from a publisher about my book-- MY BABY-- when I know that by 5.30pm on Thursday, they will have decided whether or not I am worthy.

So, I am officially a desperate email checker who spends all day online, constantly checking into gmail. (Because, yes, I have set up a writing-stuff exclusive gmail acount that does not have a reference to pop culture in it. Apparently that is the way to be taken seriously in the big person world.) So far, I haven't heard anything yet. I'm hoping its because the really cool people at A and U are really busy being excited about some awesome book (Kate Morton's new one maybe, even I would be excited about that) to get to a computer. Maybe someone has my manuscript in their hand as I type this. They've taken it home to tell their teenage kid that they think my book might change their life? (Oh if only!)

This afternoon, in a bid to get away from the computer, I spent about an hour monologuing to my mother about how bored I was. That's how I get when I am left home all day to watch Gilmore Girls on DVD. Well. She neglected to bring me sushi. I was desperate. She wanted to throttle me. I wanted to throttle me. I tortured the dog by hiding his toys and trying to teach him to dance. I am cruel.

Evidently I am also masochistic because I just thought about checking my email again. (Sorry to JS for using the word you hate so much.)

I'm trying to think about options. Should I work on THE COMPOUND some more before I send it anywhere else? Should I ask someone to be my editor/ agent? (I'm thinking someone I know who won't exploit me... but who do I know who would be able to advise me? I'll do some research.)

Or should I start a new project that sort of walked into my head last night? Harry Potter walked into JKR's head on a train... or so I hear. Maybe that's a good sign. But I don't really believe in signs...

then again I am desperate. Crazy. Desperate. Both. Whatever.

Wednesday, 22 July 2009

I Defy Typos

Today I finished my third, and hopefully final draft of the novel I have been writing since April 25 2008. It is the end of a very short era, most of which was spent huddled over a laptop in a messy corner of my bedroom.

Writing this novel got me through a lot of hard times.

I feel there may be more to come though. (That is, both hard times and novels).

On Friday, I'm sending it to the first place on my list. I didn't quite get to 60 000 words but I got very close. I don't want to force it. It just felt finished. There are some typos in the final edition apparently. I'll fix them. Eventually. Or right now.

I feel a bit...lost.

Thursday, 16 July 2009

First Sketches of Winston

Final (Hair shortened, lightened, eyes lightened, cap added.):
Second (Hat added, hair lightened, eyes made bigger.):

Original: Once again, these sketches have been done by my friend Helen, who was nice enough to put up with me saying "no change this, add that, change that again" many many times. Her patience is amazing. The URL for her arts homepage is in the previous blog assuming that I haven't blogged since I last posted sketches by Helen.
Status update: Word count stands at approximately 53 200 words and 103 pages.

Sunday, 12 July 2009

First sketches of Sarah

Final: (eye make up added) Original: (no eye make up)

I am so pleased with these!! Thank you Helen!!

Friday, 10 July 2009

Feeling Accomplished

I enjoy feeling like this book is getting somewhere, but I know that admitting you have a problem is the first step to recovery, so here goes;

I am a work-o-holic.

I need to apologise to my friends and family for becoming such a hermit lately. I am obsessed. And possibly possessed. I guess it's not really much of an excuse but I would like to say that I am very motivated by the possibility of this two year project finally coming to an end.

You can have me back then. Until the next book idea wanders into my head.

By the way, for those who were wondering, I am 85% there on my word count. But no dancing potato/ jelly bean today.

Tuesday, 7 July 2009

Progress Report

This week's progress proudly brought to you by some late night brainwaving and a writing schedule that I sort of stick to...