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Is not for sissies. Every word starts to sound like a bad choice. Every plot point feels weak.

I’m ignoring my surly internal editor and moving forward. Taking a chance, and remembering, this pass is for layering in emotion. And these folks have plenty of conflict and emotion. Usually, this is the part I like, stepping into their shoes and reacting to the situation.

But I’m riddled with doubts, so that’s trickier than normal.

Yesterday, I started editing, moved my characters to a different setting, and added about a thousand words. So that was actually a good work day! If you ignore the doubt!

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Random on a Wednesday

Honestly, I thought it was Tuesday. Who knew?

I also thought I’d be better at keeping up with my blog! But since I’m not, a quick catch-up! My Medical Blitz got rejected, but I’m submitting something else. I have almost three chapters and the beginning of a synopsis. Hoping to have it all shiny and lovely and ready to submit by Monday.

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I’m also doing Speedbo. Having done a whole lot of synopsis planning yesterday, I’m behind on producing words, but I can catch up with some sprinting–which I plan to do.

Come for Navarro, stay for the competition!

Also, yesterday, one of my favorite shows started a new season. I cannot explain my weird addiction to Inkmaster (Dave Navarro. Could he be the reason?), but I LOVE that show. Maybe it’s because the artists remind me of writers. They all act so tough, but they’re so sensitive. Their feelings get hurt, and watching them take critique is like having to face a public rejection of my favorite written darlings. We writers put our thoughts and daydreams and the way we think right out there on the page–hoping everyone (literally) will read, but rejection always reminds me that I’m an introvert and I don’t have to wave my personal thoughts all over the place!

Finally, I need to exercise, but I have a stinking sore throat and my sinuses are about fourteen sizes tighter than normal. I hate to whine, but for heaven’s sake! Sore throat! I reckon I’ll just mosey on out and go as far as I can on a walk. (Sorry for the whining!)

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We seem to have dodged another bullet with Kitty. He had a relapse almost immediately, and we’ve spent days, making a suddenly asthmatic, 20 year-old kitty comfy in his own home. It’s been a little terrifying. Who knew how much you could love a kitty?

Anyway, instead of writing, I’ve been cleaning, dusting, vacuuming, clearing anything with aromatics out of the abode. We’d recently ordered a new vacuum cleaner that thankfully arrived on Friday. We borrowed a friend’s for the cleanup. Our old one has apparently just been stirring up the dust into a killer cocktail. Especially when mixed with cat litter.

The thing is, Friday, I was supposed to start Seekerville’s Speedbo. (You can join at any time this month.) Instead, I’ve been tending the tabby. Now, with coffee, a kitty in improved health, and my trusty Alphasmart, I’m ready to make some progress. My goal is 1,000 words a day, which was always going to be tricky. I have company for most of this month, and I’m judging contest entries for a writer’s group I belong to, and I’m still finishing Rita entries.

I’m already behind, but here’s to catching up!

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