Friday, February 15, 2013

I'm such a bad blogger . . .

I'm sorry I haven't posted in a while. I'm going to try to post here at least once every two weeks. My life is just very boring and busy with school.

But, guess what? Changing Time has passed 56K words! It's going great. Well, maybe not so great. The whole thing is a big mess, really. I feel like I'm holding a bunch of wet, muddy papers. And that makes no sense, but, then again, nothing I think ever makes sense.

Changing Time is . . . coming along. In word count at least. I was certain I would finish it by 55K words. But here I am, already heading for 60K. Don't get me wrong, I don't mind having more words. But I just want it done. I know the word count will get higher during edits. Well, whenever I'm not cutting scenes and crying like a baby because of it.

Yes, I will cry like a baby whenever I cut a scene.

But right now, I can only dream of editing. It's kind of like chasing a lightning bug. Or mountains. You feel so close, and you can see it so well, but at the same time, it's so far away, and you don't think you'll ever get there or catch it.

Well, I was never good at catching lightning bugs. I hope that doesn't mean that chances are I will never get to editing. O.o

I need to stop giving examples. I always give bad examples and end up worrying myself or other people even more than I/they had been before. -_-

Once I DO get to editing, don't plan on seeing me anytime soon. I'll be too busy printing my story and scribbling all over it with a red pen. Heh. I don't mean neat kind of scribbles either. Never mind. I'll just buy a red marker. Or red paint. And then I'll just paint over the whole thing.

Why do I say that? Because my story is no longer what it was meant to be. The summary I wrote? It no longer applies to the story. I don't give it out anymore when people ask me what my story's about. I just laugh and sit there for twenty minutes thinking of what it was supposed to be. And then I'll tell them, "It's complicated. Are you sure you have nothing to do for the next four hours? If not, you might want to turn off your cell phone, get a snack, grab a drink, and use the bathroom real quick, because this will not be interrupted."

That normally saves me from having to talk about my mess of a story. And the look on their face when you say that is priceless.

Someday, my story will be good. And when it is, I'll start telling more people about it. Like, when a big publisher accepts it. And it becomes a bestseller. And movie directors are vying for my book to turn it into some big, multi-million movie.

Hey, a girl can dream, right? I may not be dreaming of weddings and all that come with it, but a dream's a dream, right?

And anyway, I'm not sure I really want my book to be a movie. Do I really want Hollywood to make it something it isn't? After watching Gary Ross tear The Hunger Games up, and hearing all about how Francis Lawrence is butchering Catching Fire . . . do I REALLY want to watch my book become that?

I don't know.

But that, dear readers, is for another post, another day. Frankly, I need to go deal with Skyfire and the doctor she's trying to kill right now. I need to get her under control and back onto my NEW plan. All of this could have been avoided if she hadn't had a hissy fit. But then my story wouldn't be as interesting. And I'd still have things going the way I originally planned them.

God bless!
Galatians 6:9 KJV