The Black City, Progress Report
I’m afraid I can put it off no longer.
It’s time to start typing.
Typing is really fun, actually. I’m going to confess some uber-dorky behavior and admit that I sometimes have little movies of words typing around in my head, or I move my fingers on an imaginary keyboard (I do this with both kinds of keyboards – musical and computer). I’ve discovered some cool things this way (did you know that the words “sleigh” and “eighty” are…I don’t have a word for it. But if you use correct form while typing, and type those out, they make a sort of pattern with the keys and the fingers you use to type them. I’ve already wasted too much time on this. If you don’t get it, sorry).
If I were just going to type up what I’ve written for The Black City, word for word, it would be easy. I might even enjoy finding out what my final word count is, and how far off the mark my estimate.
But I’m going to revise as I go, which promises a painful century of staring at tiny little words on a glaring background, pain in my neck and shoulders, and frantic emails fired around the planet to my favorite critique partners. Then I’ll sit in front of my email inbox, waiting for their responses. And I won’t get anything done.
And I don’t have time to get nothing done.
Wow, is this my paper diary? Because it’s sure starting to sound like it. Sorry to ruin any imaginings you may have about my top secret paper diary. It’s basically this: obsessing about writing. Or the ten pounds I want to lose. When I was young and melodramatic (as opposed to what I am now, which is old and melodramatic), I thought my diaries would be published like Sylvia Plath’s. I think I even embellished things a little on purpose, and sometimes edited other things out, because Someday A Bunch Of People Might Read This.
They won’t. They’re probably not even reading this because it is too long and too rambly, and now that I know I don’t have an audience because I’ve driven the three of you away, I shall make an announcement:
At this moment, I really should be working on The Black City manuscript instead of writing about it and all other things unrelated.
And on that note, I won’t be updating my website next week. I’m taking it off so that I can work on the manuscript as much as possible. Oh yeah, and hang out with my family occasionally, for the Thanksgiving holiday. On Friday we’ll have a guest post by author Lillian Brummet. Other than that, I’ll see you next Monday, the 29th. Happy Thanksgiving!
Love to you all (and I think it’s just you left, Mom). Have a great weekend!