Saturday, August 16, 2008

Chapter 16 rewrite is done

On to Chapt. 17. Things are moving a lot more quickly... mostly because I am not sleeping. LOL But I do have a better take on the edits and reworking of the plot I think.

Chapter 17 will mostly be about cleaning up continuity problems that arose from my prior rewrites. I can have that done by day's end.

That will leave chapters 18 through 26 to rework. That's the last big chunk of the book and poses the most danger I think.

Looking at books that have done well in the market, I wonder if I am being way too subtle and understated with my plot. I hate forcing the reader to see something, much rather leave bread crumbs for them to follow. But that can seem like I am meandering.

In the meantime, I might actually go out tonight... just for the sake of an evening away from home. We shall see...

Friday, August 15, 2008

Bold Behavior

Here's a story about a guy ordered to stay away from his woman's residence because of their loud and lengthy sex sessions.

AWESOME! Well not really. The guy has also threatened the neighbors who complained. THAT crosses the line in my book.

You should know by now I give thumbs up to libertines and rebels, but you don't go around threatening other people.

These two sound like a pair of real powder kegs. Very passionate people tend to be very expressive, if not explosive when they feel strongly about something. That can lead to misunderstandings with others.

For these two, this is just how they are. This behavior just doesn't mesh with the neighbors though.

As for me, I'd probably just laugh or applaud at their 6AM trysts. Just don't flash the kids, okay? I am sure the workmen don't mind seeing a young lady sunbathing in the nude. You just have to keep this kind of thing in the realm of grownups.

Thursday, August 14, 2008

Naked guy in Burger King sink

So have you heard about the now ex-employee of a Burger King in Ohio? Decided to strip down and take a bath in a utility sink at the burger joint and then posted the video on YouTube.

Well of course he got himself and his cohort fired. he is some scraggly looking guy with a wacky haircut looking for attention.

So rather than show video of him, I decided to repost something FAR more appealing...



Thank you again, Miss Morilles... Thank you!

One TOUGH journalist



She gets grazed by a bullet while reporting on the Georgia Crisis

manuscript revisions...

So I am through Chapt. 14... again. I can't even think of doing a serious copy edit right now. That old fear of lost momentum us back. It's the sifting through and rewriting that makes me wonder if this thing is even worth reading.

GAH! Doubts are the No. 1 thing that keeps people from getting published. That and bad writing.

Once I get some feedback on the first half of the book I think I can put my worries to rest...

Wednesday, August 13, 2008

I'm not fat anymore.

Hopping on the scale this morning, I am finally convinced I have broken my love affair with my personal blubber. I've weighed in at 190lbs. for the past couple of days. That's decent for my height and a big improvement over last year.

If you saw the pictures of me from last Halloween, I was a pretty chunky looking pirate. Life on the high seas must have been very good to me because I weighed in at 225lbs. back then. I looked "BUTTERY" as my dear sweet sis in Virginia likes to say. Thanks sis!

Part of it was the wallowing depression I let myself slip into last fall. Then I started eating garbage and loafing around my apartment. Boo hoo, woe was me. I suck. My book sucks. Everybody hates me. Wah wah wah.

Then I got hit with a kidney stone (Hey, this blog IS about TOO MUCH INFORMATION) last winter and realized I was one unhealthy mother.

I started buying fat free foods, changed up the whole diet. Pizza slips onto the menu now and again, but now the damage is not that bad. I should probably scale down to 185lbs. That is a more healthy weight for my height.

Will I ever get six-pack abs? Not likely. Don't have that "gym-rat" mentality. But maybe I could take up hiking in the fall...

Flame and Bone

When I was made from fire
Poured into the tender vessel of caution
That keeps my smoke from rising
Quickly did I discover that apart from crisp drizzles or falling snow
The world chilled my touched
Walking the narrow cornered gap between girders and cut stone
One learns to tuck his shoulders in or risk
Jostling a neighbor passing by rapt with want
For a clear path without the distraction
Of another man's boiling eyes
The tip of a finger
That oldest of all weapons
Grown deadlier and pristine in its invention
Gathers a mote of a cinder on its bare flesh
And turns pondering how best to scratch the impious itch
Prying open the tender seam
Where the oil of thought dews
Offering a new wick to ignite
Squirming alive as a salamander of mischief
That yearns for a taste of air it is so ready to devour
The steam of breath betrays me
Before the glint of orange spreads
In popping bright waves
Eroding the fibers feeding it
Leaving naught but ash
As my shell of quietude falls away