“I like beautiful melodies telling me terrible things.” – Tom Waits.
My butt is appropriately kicked into writing gear. This could be the result of a few things:
+ Best Friend is making me give her new chapters every week or a new short story or something to actually PROVE I’m writing (and making me stick to a deadline).
+ Making my brain think for the interview, as well as blogging a bit more, and finally getting Hail to the Geek, Baby up and running, has all given me the proper brain-button protocol to make writing easier and not so foggy.
+ I’m upset a lot lately, with a growing mountain of stress, and I hide from it all with words.
So yeah. Words have been my friend lately. They may not be the best words ever, but I’m working on it. I’m moving forward. I’m writing my little black heart out; pouring all my troubles out of my and into the ink.
Actually, I’ve finally started figuring out where I want to go with this BM revision. I understand my problem with it: it isn’t dark enough. That may sound weird to some, but to me it makes perfect sense. I’ve been trying to write it in a way that it shouldn’t be. It’s a borderline horror and dark comedy if anything, and I haven’t been treating it that way. I wrote it too lightly. It’s time I let the darkness have a turn with it.
Other than some terrible real life news, though, I had a good weekend for the most part, and I think that’s what helped me to realize my manuscript errors and revision must-haves.
Let’s see how this revision goes, shall we? Maybe we’ll have a book ready to send off to agents soon.
~Angel
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