Hunter 2/3 finished!!!

I am tired. I've been painting and sanding and painting some more, rooms, not lovely portraits. Moving in and trying to make this house mine, I'm falling behind on my writing. Quel fromage! But happily, I think I'll catch up this week, and honestly, it is going well. The end is in sight, so publishing will be on schedule, book 3 due out in November.

I'm excited to laze around the house all day tomorrow. Maybe I'll go to the park. Or not. Then I won't have to get dressed. My room is finished, just waiting for the paint to cure. It's exciting, this watching paint dry business.

Such a dull post. I mean, it's exciting that I'm nearing the end of Hunter's final draft, but talking about paint, ugh! I'll have to post pictures. That's much more pleasant.

Happy Monday!

Crashed

Our computer, that is. Our photos are stuck in the lost digital world of our very ancient mac, and now that I have a shiny new computer box thingy (cannot believe how much tech has changed in my less short life) I can access so many things that weren't possible for the longest time. I'm thinking about getting on instagram. or snapchat? What's the thing to be on these days? I have no idea. I think twitter is a little bit last century practically.

Luckily, my real writing goes on on an old PC laptop that has taken its share of tumbles down the stairs with nothing but a kinked power cord to show for it. It's fine because I use it as a portable typewriter and don't go online. Online is dangerous, slows up everything and uses up drive or whatever that thing is. I'm so excited to go onto all the sites that wouldn't load. Deviant Art! Youtube videos, khan academy... it's all so very interesting.
I'm going to have to figure out how to backup stuff, photos etc. on our new computer so that when it's time has come to go to the worn tech home, I won't have no resources for things like covers. Sigh. It's a hard life. And this spellcheck feature is seriously irritating. Ah well. Win some, lose some.

I am on schedule, almost. I'm a day behind, but if I crack my own whip, I should still be able to finish chapter fifteen by Saturday. This story is going very well. I'm always surprised when I reread things and I don't hate them. Maybe all this practice writing is paying off.

Painting. Ugh. So many painting stories. I'll have to do another post another day. But clouds of jasmine. Clouds of jasmine and life is so good.

Oblivion Review

I stayed up late last night to finish this book. All day I felt like I walked in a dream, waiting for Pinfeathers to pull my hair and drag me into that other world.

This book finished the series. Most of the book she, Isobel, wandered around, "Varen, oh Varen my love," without actually having any Varen. When he finally entered the stage things got much more interesting. I don't know. Well written, good dialogue, great characters, but the pacing, I wanted to hurry up and finish it, or slow down and understand what was going on. Neither of which I did. The ending I liked. Two epilogues for closure. Can't have too much closure. 

I've been all about Watergirl in my free dream time lately. I've created all sorts of drama in my head and jealousy and angst but also purpose and intention which has definitely been lacking in my prewriting daydreaming. I don't do outlines. Well, my outlines are full of dialog and over two hundred pages. They're more inline than outline. Hm. That'll be my MO. "I'm an inliner," I'll say with an arched brow to show that I know what I'm doing. It's so much more elegant than, "I'm a pantser." Pantser. Not an elegant term. Pants are never elegant. Trousers, maybe, but 'Trouserer' twists the tongue something terrible.

Action! Remorse.

I am so very slow when writing action scenes. I do not know why. I write a lot of action but it's hard. What is easy is dialogue. I love dialogue. It's easy, I just write what they tell me to write. Action, I have to think it all through. Thinking is so difficult. That's why we graduate from school, so that we can stop thinking. Ah. But I never really graduated. Now I understand.

Buyers remorse. I've been up two nights now feeling like we got the wrong appliances. There's nothing 'wrong' with them. (Not sure why I used air quotes) But I don't love them. I want to love my new fridge. It's very pretty. But I don't. Maybe I can have a slow romance and eventually adore it like I should. My washing machine and dryer... they're so generic and dull. Why buy new appliances that you don't love? Is this strange to want attachments with my appliances? I don't know. I don't know if there's any help for it. They're bought and installed. Sigh.

Life is (5 minutes from) the zoo.

We have internet. And mountains of boxed and unboxed books stacked around my new house. I will not lie. It's not pretty. We escaped the chaos for a much needed break at the zoo.

"Greetings!" he honked. 

Local Watering Hole

The water tunnel.

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He winked at us.

I want this to be a book cover.

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I've never seen such a speedy creature.

Harry Potter.

Yelps and Clicks. I'm inspired!!!