For my thoughts
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chanticoMY PROJECTS. What I'm working on, what I want to work on. Dreams, goals, all that messy business.
1.
The book. The goddamned book. We had to break up for a while; two-thirds of the way through nano, I realized that it just . . . wasn't working. One of the main characters didn't need to be there, her parts were boring and useless to the story, and she didn't drive the plot anywhere else. 80,000 words, and I had to start over. Truthfully, I was leaving behind a horrifying frankenstein's monster of a draft, with three or four different novels started and abandoned. I took the advice to just keep writing, fix it later, but . . . that left me, really, with a foundation made of matchsticks. I just couldn't build anything substantial on top of it. It collapsed and took the better part of a years worth of writing with it.
Hurgggh.
I *am* tackling it again. Slowly. 350 words in a session slowly, plus, yes, some editing along the way. Some of chapters four, five and six are salvageable, and chapter one can stay. But 18 pages in is where I'm starting over. God help me.
2. Body . . . stuff.
Diet, excercise. Man.
Yeah.
Not going well sums it about up. What would I *like*? To be running steadily, barring foot injury. Eating better definitely. I would REALLY like to take Tae Kwon Do classes again. Also do some weightlifting.
3. Reading pile
Okay, this I'm making some slow progress on. Been steadily upping my books read every year. I tend to spurt through fiction pretty easily, but reading most non fiction feels like I'm dragging a wheelbarrow through a muddy field. Every page takes fucking forever. I kinda just want to read fiction, you guys, but I feel like I give in and do that I might as well paste a sign on my forehead saying "Hi! I'm an uneducated idiot with no intellectual curiosity! I'm what's wrong with the world!"
So yeah some guilt over that.
Latest book down was Cloud Atlas. It was superb and heartbreaking. I'd love to write more about it, but plenty of people have already, and I'm sure have said everything I could with more erudition. Read it, yo.
Part two tomorrow. This little series of posts might take some time-- I have a total of forty five of these goals listed.
1.
The book. The goddamned book. We had to break up for a while; two-thirds of the way through nano, I realized that it just . . . wasn't working. One of the main characters didn't need to be there, her parts were boring and useless to the story, and she didn't drive the plot anywhere else. 80,000 words, and I had to start over. Truthfully, I was leaving behind a horrifying frankenstein's monster of a draft, with three or four different novels started and abandoned. I took the advice to just keep writing, fix it later, but . . . that left me, really, with a foundation made of matchsticks. I just couldn't build anything substantial on top of it. It collapsed and took the better part of a years worth of writing with it.
Hurgggh.
I *am* tackling it again. Slowly. 350 words in a session slowly, plus, yes, some editing along the way. Some of chapters four, five and six are salvageable, and chapter one can stay. But 18 pages in is where I'm starting over. God help me.
2. Body . . . stuff.
Diet, excercise. Man.
Yeah.
Not going well sums it about up. What would I *like*? To be running steadily, barring foot injury. Eating better definitely. I would REALLY like to take Tae Kwon Do classes again. Also do some weightlifting.
3. Reading pile
Okay, this I'm making some slow progress on. Been steadily upping my books read every year. I tend to spurt through fiction pretty easily, but reading most non fiction feels like I'm dragging a wheelbarrow through a muddy field. Every page takes fucking forever. I kinda just want to read fiction, you guys, but I feel like I give in and do that I might as well paste a sign on my forehead saying "Hi! I'm an uneducated idiot with no intellectual curiosity! I'm what's wrong with the world!"
So yeah some guilt over that.
Latest book down was Cloud Atlas. It was superb and heartbreaking. I'd love to write more about it, but plenty of people have already, and I'm sure have said everything I could with more erudition. Read it, yo.
Part two tomorrow. This little series of posts might take some time-- I have a total of forty five of these goals listed.
