I haven't gotten to my reading list yet. There are still about a hundred pages left in the Carly Phillips novel I'm reading: The Heartbreaker It's the third book in the Chandler brother series, and it just might be my favorite. Maybe I'll write a review for it to warm up for the other twelve I'll be writing this year...
Right now, I'm procrastinating. I've got my word documents pulled up on my computer -- one's my outline and the other's my novel. I'm trying to finish my outline by Monday, so that I can write, write, write in March. The plan is to finish my Nano novel by the end of next month, then let it sit for a couple weeks and go back to edit. Fingers crossed, I'll be able to stick to this plan (unlike my ambitious and optimistic goals for 2010).
I was super-motivated earlier. I got a 30 minute break at work today and I scribbled in my journal the entire time. By the time I got home, sadly, I was too tired to even think about writing. I typed out what I'd written earlier, and I've been trying to write ever since. I'm making progress, but not nearly enough. Impatience and discouragement have become constant companions. And I'm tired of their company!
I went to a writing group last night -- the same group I'd attended a couple times during NaNoWriMo. They're awesome people and the environment is conducive to writing. I'd like to go to these meetings regularly, but until the snow lets up and melts some, it's a bit tough.
Anyway, I should get back to that outline. Those characters aren't going to plan the rest of the story themselves!
Then again, maybe they will...
Right now, I'm procrastinating. I've got my word documents pulled up on my computer -- one's my outline and the other's my novel. I'm trying to finish my outline by Monday, so that I can write, write, write in March. The plan is to finish my Nano novel by the end of next month, then let it sit for a couple weeks and go back to edit. Fingers crossed, I'll be able to stick to this plan (unlike my ambitious and optimistic goals for 2010).
I was super-motivated earlier. I got a 30 minute break at work today and I scribbled in my journal the entire time. By the time I got home, sadly, I was too tired to even think about writing. I typed out what I'd written earlier, and I've been trying to write ever since. I'm making progress, but not nearly enough. Impatience and discouragement have become constant companions. And I'm tired of their company!
I went to a writing group last night -- the same group I'd attended a couple times during NaNoWriMo. They're awesome people and the environment is conducive to writing. I'd like to go to these meetings regularly, but until the snow lets up and melts some, it's a bit tough.
Anyway, I should get back to that outline. Those characters aren't going to plan the rest of the story themselves!
Then again, maybe they will...