I’m going to work on the nagging (haha, not “nagging” according to Sal in the Shanhasson series) scene today in Revision Xibalba even if it kills me! If I must admit defeat by the time I go to bed, then tomorrow, I’m skipping this scene. I know what comes later — and it’s easy smoothing/edits not writing a brand new scene.
Kait, I don’t think I need your character therapist duties — yet. I know this character. The problem is I don’t know enough about the plot in this scene. I have a general sense, but I’ve already started it in the wrong place. This is a new sub-plot thread, and so some of this exploration is necessary for me — but doesn’t belong on page. For whatever reason, I have a mental block about it.
Since I don’t have much to report on the writing front, I’ll note a few other things.
I’m currently reading The Magicians and Mrs. Quent by Galen Beckett thanks to this post at Fantasy Debut. It was generally held knowledgeable among the people who know my secret writing projects that I was working on a similar story at one time or another (2007 Fast Draft which needs so much work it’s not even funny). Magicians is a lovely story, but very very slow paced. It’s an interesting mix of Regency mores and “new” culture of this world. I know there are seven old Houses that supposedly controlled or knew magic but that’s about it, and I’m thru the first five chapters.
I got out several packages last Friday AT LAST! There was great rejoicing heard all about the land as I now have packages winging their way toward WI, VA, TN and OH. I have one more “Christmas” present to mail to friends in WI, a birthday present (from last September — shame!!) to a friend in MN, and one of my Dad’s acquaintances wants a print out of Survive My Fire. After that, I might almost be caught up in post office duties.
I need to clean my desk. I need to clean out the fridge. I need to sit down and plan out some healthy meals and evaluate my schedule to make sure I’m exercising — I’ve been lax again.
By then, my writing mo-jo should be back in full swing. That’s the plan, at least, and I’m sticking to it.