I spent forty-five minutes this morning staring at the screen. I typed two words, and then forty-five minutes later I erased them. It was the right thing to do: what I was trying to write about needed to be in a different place, not where I was trying to force it to be, but it was really frustrating. Once I figured out where it needed to be, I was fine and I wrote for another hour without a problem.
This is fun, this editing thing. I’ve completed all the line-edits from My Agent (even in my head, she has capital letters), and now I’m working on the bigger stuff — the scene additions, moving scenes around completely, and deciding on the wisdom of others. I’ve added a character, and I’m changing another one. My Alpha Male hero is a little too Alpha, bordering on complete jerk. I love him, but I can understand why he’s a little too unlikeable. I’m softening him, which is fun. And I feel like I’m getting it! When I first sat down last week with the changes that needed to be made, I was overwhelmed. I didn’t know if I’d be able to pull it off. But I think I will. I really do. I like the book so much better now, and I hope it keeps going that way.
In other news: I danced my legs off last night! The Whoreshoes played with Devil Makes Three, and you know how I LOVE them both. I think I might have hurt my knee a little because it’s sore today. Run six miles, no problem, but dance in heels for hours, hurts a little. I loved my outfit, though. Black and white checkered dress and shoes.
It totally made me dizzy when I walked into our bathroom, though.
I crack myself up.
Listening: My new Stopwatch Hearts station (link to left: Pandora is FREE, people, and it’s the BEST) is awesome. Mellow chick electronica highly-produced tunes. Check it out.
Reading: I finished the Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society (link to right). And oh, god, I loved it. It was two things I don’t usually go for: historical (WWII) and epistolary. But it was awesome. It’s about the German occupation of Guernsey in the war — did you even KNOW about that? It was fascinating and sweet and romantic and it made me cry. I do NOT cry over books. I don’t know why — I just don’t. (Lonesome Dove, okay, yeah, I did cry. But I was so mad about it I threw the book across the room and refused to finish the massive tome twenty pages before the end. I’m still mad at McMurtry.) But this book, it made me tear up, and that’s not even a spoiler — it happened in the MIDDLE of the book. It was lovely. And there wasn’t even a mention of knitting in the whole damn thing, which I thought was truly weird, and I still loved it. (I adore this picture of Guernseymen wearing their ganseys at a farmer’s market.)
Now! To the beach with dogs and Lala, where if happen to find a lox bagel, I will eat it.
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