Yesterday, I disappeared due to post story pick axe to the head. For about 10 hours.

My body went into full rebellion. It didn’t help that Treebeard had disappeared again to help Grandma Saruman with the house move and her 20 years of hording.

Anyway, gripe over. I did get Reluctant read through. Which is something, I suppose *wink*

YAY. The Third Proposal is out.

Not that Word wanted me to save any changes on the very last read through. *grrrr*

But it’s gone.

And now I wait for 1 March…

That’s the title I’ve come up with for the Amber Quill entry.

And it’s finished. All 6,585 words of it. God, it feels longer. But I’m bouncy, cos I got to type ‘The End’ – which would take it to 6,587 words.

Teebee’s looking at it right now. But I have a full clear day to edit, polish, scream etc.

Cool

Treebeard has too many FTP up load… thingies. Some work and I can’t access the one that he raves over. Piccies will make an appearance here, soon, LOL. But today we got distracted by a piano… as you do.

I still have no title for the Amber Quill entry. And it’s beginning to bug. But 4,400 words. I’m on target to finish and sub. Fingers crossed.

I was just surfing *refer to name of Blog…* and about to offer my two penneth (sp?) on someone’s writing problem… when I stopped. It hit me how reluctant I am to offer advice. I want to. But I never know how I see a problem is the way that it could, or should, be solved.

I think it comes down to the problem I have with analysing what I write. I feel my way through a story, never really consciously constructing them. It’s annoying. I see others shifting and slotting plot points (whatever mysterious animals they are) into place. Somehow, they are able to see the structure behind what they’ve written.

I can’t see squat, LOL

It’s why I try to work so hard at creating a plot that works.

Anyway, back to *un-named* before the muse dwells on the above and runs for the hills, LOL

The first advert for Buying Mackenzie’s Baby goes into Enchanted R at the weekend. Something else I did when I couldn’t sleep last night.

I’m trying to add a very nice piccie of what I think Mack should look like… but my ftp isn’t playing. I’ll try later when Treebeard’s back 😉

The joy of insomnia got a little more written on the current story. YAY.

More importantly yesterday, Frodo did his first poo in a toilet *grin* Is this a fitting subject for a Blog? I don’t care. Frodo has a global development delay and any achievement has to celebrated… often with balloons and a cake, LOL

It had a very satisfying splash. He was grinning about it, anyway!

I got almost 1000 words written yesterday for the still untitled contest story. Which was very cool. It’s been read by a different pair of eyes than my own and found not to be completely dire, LOL

My hero had a Mr Rochester moment there for a minute… which was a bit worrying. TV and film adaptions have him as cool, brooding… but my H was going for the book. Which was melodrama. I always have the image of Mr Rochester throwing himself onto a couch and howling and crying.

Never saw Timothy Dalton (my fav Mr Rochester) or William Hurt (least favourite Mr Rochester) doing that really. Orson Welles was out too.

Anyway, I’m procrastinating again. There’s a surprise.
Back to the WiP

I might have finally gotten a handle on this short story. Big relief. Huge. Massive.

I spent most of last night chatting to a friend, trying to work out why I couldn’t write it. I think it turned out it was too dark and there was no spark between the two major characters. I don’t think the people in the story are ‘alive’ yet. I can’t really feel their voices.

I’ve got until Sunday to get it done and subbed. Eek. Hopefully, I’ll crack on in a minute. Samwise, after much complaint has gone for his sleep… so I have an hour. Fingers crossed.

On the plus side, got an email saying The Apprentice has been accepted for Enchanted. So that’s cool *grin*

I also want to add a short history to the website, to show what the process was when I wrote each story. Probably the link will be ‘What was I thinking?’ My Little Warrior, needs it. So I may as well do it for the rest, LOL

Okay.
Off to the gritty darkness that is my Voice.

Samhain publishing send me a birthday card. Isn’t that really nice of them? *grin*

Who would have thought that having two boys under 5 would exhaust you… *yawn*