Day That Wasn't Planned

My characters decided they didn't like the day I had planned for them so they ditched my idea and went to a strip joint as noted in the previous post. My villian got a chance to explain some things I didn't even know and my heroine went on a binge of drinking. My hero took care of her and tucked her in bed. He's a nice guy. Meaning he left the room after tucking her in. No one appreciates a drunk first time unless it's a character development type thing. I don't see these two hopping into bed anytime soon.

I made it past 17000 today which is awesome. Not as far as I'd like to be, but I'm gaining on my lost time. Ideally I'd be reporting 23,333 or higher, but rarely does the ideal happen. The story is flowing again and I know which way I'm going. I'm getting these two back on track with the cards though I may need to rearrange them a little. Time for TV or bed.

Naughty Characters

It's actually quite funny when you think of where these imaginary chacters make us go. Currently mine are sitting in a strip club on the East side. What can I say? They decide where to take the story not me :) . This is just like the character in my other story that sat in an evil chair. I didn't tell her to sit there she just did. So, I've got the music thumping and semi-naked women everywhere. Let's see how the angel handles this.

Not on the notecards anywhere. These characters are totally winging this.

The Hardest Thing

I think the hardest thing for me to admit to people is that I write. It inevitably leads to questions or doubting looks. Most frequently is What are you writing? Are you published? Do you have a publisher? How does that work? I've denied who I wanted to be since I was a child. I've always wanted to be a writer. Note: My next door neighbor that I adored was an etiquette writer. Regardless I've always thought I had to be something else too. A lot of decisions I've made in life have been because at some point I wanted to write. We are in the position now that I can write. We moved to England with me being a dependent with no job. This is what I want to do with my life. I want to write. I loved being an accountant. It stimulated my intelligence even triggered a little creativity (only in imagining what others could be doing). But I still feel awkward about saying that I'm a writer.

So, here it goes. I'm a writer. I'm a romance writer. I like my happy ever afters. Yes, I have written sex scenes. No you can't read it unless you buy the book. I hope when my revisions are finished that I will be able to find an agent or a publisher. Yes, I hope to make a career out of it. Yes, I know I may make more as a CPA but the time I can spend with my kids and family make up for that difference. Unless you read paranormal romances or are a fellow author, no, you can't read my writing until it's done. Never got asked this one before, but since I'm covering the bases. Good for you that you have a story. No, I don't want your idea. My head's a bit crowded as it is. Here's some paper and a pen, you could write it yourself.

Ketchup!

I mean Catch up. That's what I'll be doing for the next few days. On writing. On cleaning. On laundry. This is what happens when a cold knocks you down and trods all over you for a day or two. I did manage to add some today. I'll keep trying before bed, but I also am taking a class from Earthly Charms which I need to catch up on. Meanwhile my characters have reached the muddle and I've got cards as a roadmap, but I'm thinking of making a left at Alberkerky instead of a right. After all it always worked for Bugs Bunny. I need to let them talk to me a little more. I think about them all the time, but they never lead me further down the rabbit hole. Currently I'm 2,297 off of my NaNo goal today. This includes the nothingness that was yesterday. I have a big pile of tissues but not 1,667 words. Sigh. Back to work. What really nasty thing can I do to my characters? Hmmm. A puppy? Not dark enough. A demonic puppy? Why is it that puppy stays cute?

Everytime

I get going writing and then I'll run into something I want to look up. This morning it was Harleys. See my heroine has one and I had to go to the Harley website because I didn't want to call it a hawg and get in all sorts of trouble. So I found a cool Sportster only to realize it has only one seat unless that thing on the back is the b*tch seat. I couldn't see my hero riding shotgun on a Sportster so I kept looking. I found a very cool motorcycle and described it in my story and then moved on. Stopped did some sorting of laundry, took a shower. Now I'm sitting back down to write. My hero and heroine are having coffee late at night. I think Hmmm, what's open in St. Louis late for coffee. So here I am back on the Internet looking for coffee shops and closing times. Sometimes I'm my own worst enemy with the exception of my arch nemesis, the washer/dryer.

Oh, can't forget had to go grocery shopping. There's an hour and a half of my life I'll never get back.

Plugging Away

Fallen is continuing to come along. I've made a "Kicking Butt and Taking Names" playlist on my iTunes and can effectively block out the family while listening to Three Days Grace and Black Eyed Peas. It's an ecclectic mix. Then if I need to focus on the emotions I have a "Fallen" playlist which includes the song that inspired Breann's character and the novel to begin with "Saving Grace (theme)" by Everlast. It also includes songs by Sarah McLachlan, Switchfoot, Coldplay, and Sting. There are more artists in each mix but I don't want to go on to much about it. I'm on card # 4 and about 1000 words less than I'd hoped for the cards. Hopefully in Revision I can take the short scene and expand it further. Some other scenes will (fingers crossed) go beyond the 2000 words. I'm loving this story right now we'll see how I feel about it in a few weeks. My stated goal is 2000 words a day. My personal goal is 5000 words Mon - Fri when the kids are in school. It should be a doable goal since I have 6 hours that the kids are gone and I can do housework once they are home. Good luck to everyone else that's Sweating with Sven, or doing NaNoWriMo, or being insane like me and doing both.

Day 1 NaNo

Exhilarated. I've been waiting so long to write this that the words are flowing. You know, in between painting a box for my daughter, helping my son build a wooden owl, going to lunch with the family to get my husband something he left at home, cleaning the kitchen for the repairman, and cleaning the dining room because it desparately needed it. I'm very pleased with the 2126 words I've accomplished today and hope to maintain the momentum. I can't wait to see what I can do next week when everyone leaves me alone.