It looks like it’s another lovely morning out there. I didn’t have to get up early today, as I have to do bar-testing tonight and thus my shift was adjusted to accomodate not getting off work until eleven thirty this evening; I slept long and deep and hard, not waking until after ten. I guess I needed the sleep? I’m not going to complain, it felt good. My windows are covered in condensation–we had to turn the air on last night, so condensation on the windows means it’s probably in the seventies out there, or at least humid. Crazy December weather.
I just took out the trash. It’s in the seventies and a bit humid out there.
The revisions on a short story are due today, so as soon as I finish this and shower, I am going to dive back into them. I did it last night, but don’t trust myself enough to send it in again. I am going to reread the whole story this morning, and then reread the editor’s notes to see if I accomplished what she asked, or if I simply shoehorned/grafted some stuff onto it that doesn’t fit in the rhythm of the story and would prove kind of jarring to the reader. I also have to work on the book today and I’d like to solve the problem of the other story as well; I think I figured out how to really make it work last night while watching Ray Donovan (the two are not connected; my mind will sometimes wander while I’m watching something, no matter how riveting it is, and I am really enjoying this show); this is why short stories are so hard for me. I’ve already done at least six drafts of this particular story, but I think I finally, FINALLY, put it all together in my head last night.
Again, it comes down to cutting things that were rather well-written. I shall have to save them for another piece, maybe a book, I don’t know.
And in fairness, this short story was originally a book idea that I decided to turn into a creepy short story.
The book so far has been a slog, but I am starting to find my character’s voice, which is half the battle. Once I have the voice–I already have the plot–it becomes that much easier. I am hoping to get a lot of it done this weekend. I need to get these two short stories out of the way this week, and I have two other stories I need to work on by the end of the month, and I also have an essay I need to write.
Merry Christmas to ME.
Ah, well, such is life. I wouldn’t know what to do with myself if I weren’t busy, you know?
Here’s a hunk for today: