However, as we all know, today is another dreaded Monday--except I am finding that today was filled with good things and production, not dread.
This weekend I began the arduous re-write process. I hadn't planned on it. As I went to bed Saturday night (around 11:30) I laid there, listening to the hubby snore. Dinos tucked in safe--the Raptor visiting his Grammie and Papa and the T-Rex snuggled in her warm little bed. And after rolling over for the fifth time, I figured, "To heck with this. I'm going to get some work done."
*Roll out of bed, trip over sweater. Swear quietly and catch myself on the dresser. Glance around. Snoring still coming from the bed. Baby T-Rex still sleeping in playpen. Breathe a sigh of relief. Find flash-light. Flick on. Look for laptop.* Aha! *Grab laptop. Turn off flash-light. Leave room. Come downstairs and open laptop.*
5% battery life. Sonova...
*Go back upstairs. Flick flash-light back on. Hunt for cord.* Aha! *Turn off flash-light. Come back downstairs with power cord. Nearly trip over the Raptor's favorite gween (green) and gowd (gold) motorcycles that he clearly left as a death-trap on the bottom stair. Think to myself, "How did I miraculously miss those the first time?". Plug in laptop. Fire up novel. Open brand new doc and begin the copy/paste nightmare ahead of me.*
BOOK SURGERY!
Surprisingly, it's not difficult; at least, not as difficult as I expected it to be. But it is time-consuming and requires concentration. For me, it is much easier to be interrupted in the normal writing flow of a brand-new scene than while I'm trying to copy a phrase or sentence here, re-write how a character feels/thinks about this, and remember whether or not their eyes are blue or brown.
I'm getting through it--and the ideas are popping into my brain on how to make it a better book every single day. It's keeping me awake! Very irritating, but I do feel productive.
Oh that reminds me. Cupcakes. We made rainbow chip cupcakes today and lemon cake too. So I am feeling doubly productive. And now at nap-time, I know the T-Rex is off eating smaller mammals in her sleep, while the Raptor is busy trying and succeeding in climbing every single piece of furniture in his room. But he's an expert now. Maybe I should put him in the circus? Gymnastics? At any rate, the house is filled with the smell of lemon cake and I'm finishing this post, drinking a Coke Zero and preparing to pull up Melodia.
Actually that reminds me. Maybe I'll leave all of you with a snippet. Whet your appetites (I hope), so to speak:
From Chapter Three:
Smokey grey eyes considered her for a length of time
before he finally said, “How about we get that coffee?”
“How
about you answer my damn question? I
don’t care how many of those weird cat dragons are…” she stopped suddenly,
gasping in horror.
His
smile soured and he muttered, “Should have offered whiskey, not coffee.” He stepped near to her as she swayed on her
feet.
“Cat
dragons,” she said in a horrified voice.
He
regarded her calmly. “Yes, Miss Sinclaire. You’re not dreaming or crazy. Draklines are but one of your many
creations. You made them and they’re real.”
Savannah
felt the world spinning as a myriad of images hurtled through her brain. Her pencil crayons working feverishly over
the page, caught in one of her daydreams.
Wearing her Sienna and Yellow Ochre Prismacolors practically down to
nubs by the time she’d finished the lazy, sleepy cat dragon. The world not only spun, but tilted.
“But I
drew…”
He
sighed and scrubbed his face with his hands.
“Yes, you drew them. Just like
your mother drew me.”
- Excerpt from Melodia, written by E.M. Turkstra (2011).
your hauntings are truly memorable... keep up the hard work, beautiful one. It's going to pay off! Couldn't hurt to ask for less sleepless nights, but if that's a price to pay for talent, well, I suppose you're stuck with it.
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