I think I'm writing about my first non-dysfunctional couple!
How quaint!
And holy crap! I don't think I have any idea how to do this!
Monday, June 25, 2007
Oh Dear...
What Price
I guess you're worth more before you're born into sin.
Being a woman is like being 3/4 of a real person. I mean, a potential person.
We're not worth much.
Holding Back the Desert
I spent an inordinate amount of time last night just before bed tossing and turning and playing out in my head the scene in Black Desert that finally made the whole thing fall together for me. It's a brutal little book, meaner than the last one but with more heart (you know, compared to the last one, not compared to any other book; feel-good movie of the week, it ain't). I found a lot of stuff I want to deal with in this book; the emotional core of the story, and immediately after that, about 80% of the plot-that-wasn't-there.
Turns out this means I need to go back and severely rewrite the first 200 pages that I've got before I can push through, but at least I have a proper roadmap now. I was sort of winging it there for awhile.
I mean, not that I'm not winging it (I'm *always* winging it), but it's starting to look real juicy.
SOMEONE HAS STOLEN MY LUNCH
SOMEONE HAS STOLEN MY LUNCH OUT OF THE BREAKROOM FRIDGE. THIS REPRESENTS A SIGNIFICANT FINANCIAL LOSS TO ME.
NOW I HAVE TO PAY FOR LUNCH, WHICH I CANNOT AFFORD.
WHERE IS MY FUCKING COKE AND STRING CHEESE YOU FUCKING NAZIS????????????
ALSO, I WANT MY TUPPERWARE BACK!! HOW MANY MORE HOURS WILL YOU HOLD ONTO THIS LUNCH YOU KNOW IS NOT YOURS??? IT HAS BEEN THREE HOURS, PEOPLE.
That is all.