So last night I got almost no schoolwork done. I didn't read the book I was supposed to read, I didn't watch the movie I was supposed to watch. But...I finished the third section of my novel! And started the fourth! Yay! No more epistolary crap! ...Well, not until part 6, anyway.
This sucker's getting long. 64,359 words, 247 pages. And I'm only a third done! This is going to need a major edit, yo.
Lately I've been frustrated by what a solitary pursuit writing is: you do something clever (or maybe I should say "clever") and there's no one there to say, "Dude, that's clever." So here's my favorite bit of what I wrote last night.
( The X-Files, Keats, and Crystal Pepsi )Um, you're allowed to say, "Dude, that's dorky," too. That may be more appropriate.
Now I'm off (hopefully) to have yummy buckwheat pancakes with my Godmother. When I return, I shall do work. Probably.