Impending Doom

Actually, it's not that dramatic. My In-Laws are coming into town for the 4th of July weekend. Don't get me wrong, I love them to death, but their arrival will mark several days in which I might not be able to write. THAT sucks.

I really really want to write too. I am still going strong on Newy. See, there is a large amount of guilt that I struggle with, since I haven't worked on, or even thought about Tristan. All I think about is Newy. Or Zombies. (Way to get your story in my head, Natalie :)

I told my sister that I was working on a new story, and she was like, "Oh, Renee." I think they think that I am just the impulsive type who will never finish a story. I mean, I did finish Tristan. But I haven't finish finished. Oh well. There is only one way to prove them wrong.

**QUICK DISCLAIMER** Becca: If you are reading this, I don't mean that you are the person who thinks I am "the impulsive type who will never finish a story." I think I might have phrased that wrong. Ben's the only one who referenced my "impulsive nature," however I worry that everyone is thinking it inside, even if they don't say it. Insecurities. Insecurities. You've always beleived in me, though, Becca. :) A fact for which I am always grateful.

Holy smokes

Tonight, I decided to start Newy, to just see how I like it. 2,500 words later, I am burning to keep on writing, but it's 1 am, and I seriously have to sleep.

Man. I am totally wired right now. I don't want to stop.

This is exciting.

Super Big Gulp

No, I am not ordering a large Dr Pepper from 7-11. (I wish) That is the sound I am making, due to the fact that, today, I started to write my synopsis for Tristan.

I figured I needed a little break from editing, and my hope was that writing the synopsis would help me feel better about Tristan. Well, so far so good. It's really not so bad. The only problem I am running into is keeping it short. As of yet, I am just writing it out in as succinct a way possible, but I am not watching the page count. Well, let's just say I have covered 150 pages of story in 2 pages of synopsis. So, at this rate, I could have to trim down an eight page synopsis to a three page one. Insert the super big gulp here.

Oh well, it's all kind of fun, in a masochistic kind of way.

P.S. Doesn't that picture just make your mouth water?

Pause

So, have any of you seen the movie Click? It is pretty lame, but the concept was way sweet. Basically, the guy gets a remote control for his life. I have often found myself wishing for such a thing. Mainly the pause button. Think of how great it would be to be able to pause life! Dude, that would be so nice.

I guess I have been thinking alot about that lately, because I just want to freakin' finish Tristan. I love him, but I mean COME. ON. It is taking so long. I know that this is largely because I have some big sections that I am totally rewriting. But, still. I long to be done.

If I could just pause life, then I would finally have some time to write for crying out loud. See, it takes me a while to get in "the zone." Lame, I know, but I often find that I am just starting to get going, when it is time to go to bed. Like tonight . . . of course, I had to vent on my blog before I went to sleep, but my writing time is up nonetheless.

Judy strikes again!

Last night, all of the stars aligned. My kids were both in bed by 8:15. Ben and I had a little quality time just after dinner, and now he wanted to go work on the remodeling our bathroom, and I had already done most of the Net stuff that I wanted to do. So, I was faced with almost four hours to write. Huzzah!

Well, I did. I made a lot of progress on edits. But, then, this morning, Judy attacked.

It was partially inspired by the recent post on Nathan's blog. Reading it, I started to question whether my plot was strong enough. Then, with that little opening, Judy squeezed in and began to list off the same old doubts. All day, my mind has been lost in a storm of uncertainty.

*siiiiiiiiigh* I'm neurotic. I know. I just wish that I could feel 100 percent excited about Tristan 100 percent of the time.

And all the while, Newy is chomping at the bit . . .

My workspace

Here is where I build my novel, one word at a time

And Ben . . .

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