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Monday, October 16, 2006


Oh, man it's a beautiful morning. It's cool outside but the sun is coming up, the birds are chirping, the cats are hunting in the field for mice (well that part is yuck since they always have to bring their kill to the back porch and munch on it. Leaving little presents behind. Ewwww).

And I had a major breathrough last night while writing. Major. It goes a little like this:

I'm writing a themed novella for Cobblestone and I wrote a sketchy crappy proposal for it months ago. I'll be honest - I've struggled with it ever since, never completely happy with what I've come up with. Hell, I've deviated from the original proposal already and what I've written was starting to remind me of a Harlequin Presents novel gone bad. Not that Presents novels are bad, just that this -- mess I've written reminded me of one, but my own awful version.

That is soooo not the angle I was going for.

Anywho, I was browsing through half written, three pages written, silly little documents I'd started and stopped over the past six months. And I found a nugget consisting of 11 pages of spectacular stuff. Really, hard for me to believe I wrote it. What kind of mind set was I in when I wrote it? I have no idea cos I kicked ass. Why did I stop? I have no idea cos it's worthy of continuation.

So I tweaked it a little bit, stayed up till midnight and added 1500 words to that bad boy. Now it's my new novella and I'm kicking the 16k I'd already written of the other one to the curb.

I'm so excited!! I can't wait to write again today!! I haven't felt that way in a while, just so damn excited I can barely stand myself. It's awesome!

Ever been unhappy with your work (well, duh, I know you're all gonna scream a resounding yes) and found something else you've written and blow your mind with it? I'm not tootin' my own horn, and in about a week I'll probably think my novella is total crap, but right now I'm lovin' it. And I'm thrilled.