odd lull

There is the oddest feeling right after finishing a story.  It is definitely an 'out of sorts' feeling, because I haven't yet settled on what the next project is going to be, and I'm undecided.  It is a floaty sort of feeling, full of potential, and yet with a hint of approaching danger, too.

Also, there's nothing quite like having a little puppy (or a cat, but right now I have a puppy keeping me company) sitting at your side while typing into the computer. They really are the best sort of company.

odd little writing quirks

I finished writing!  And, of course, after it is all written out, *then* I start to have doubts about this that and the other thing. But then it'd be a different story, and I quite like the way it turned out.

Maybe I should try to write one of those choose-your-adventure books.  Then I could have all the possible plot twists concurrently!

Synopsis.  Hmm.  Stuffing a story down into its barest lines, its most basic essence. 

So, so, so much harder than it should be!!

It is high summer all of a sudden today!  Transplanted some roses yesterday--hot, sweaty work--and today I hope for some writing time.

The charity story I've been working on is coming along well, but slowly.  It is tough when there are little spots in the story that are tough to smooth out to satisfaction.  I know part A and part B, but the little transition between the two parts isn't connecting as sweetly as I could hope for.  So I'm sweating the editing!

Chugging Along

I got a good chunk into the story, and then decided I wanted to make changes.  Oh, inspiration is a fickle thing!

Finally! The first line!

I've been trying to start writing a short story, and I know the entire form of the story, and the characters, and their histories, and what happens.  But what I didn't know was the opening line!  Finally, today, it came to me.   I've got a couple hundred words started on the story now.  First lines are so important.  Without them, the entire rest of the story either shows up begrudgingly or not at all!