A Day in the Life
Ever wonder what a day is like in the life of a writer? As with everyone else in the world, it differs according to what's happening around them, still, just for the fun of it, here's today,
Up at
My computer was up and running – it's been sluggish lately, taking forever to boot up after being off, so I'd left it on. Sat down in front of it, brought up the book file, Masters at Arms #6. Annoyed all over again by the problem I've been having with the paragraphing. Somehow or other, the format style in use inserts two double spaces between every paragraph. Not good, since it's throwing off the page count. Sudden bright idea: change the formatting to "
On the theory that it will take less time to redo all the indents than it might to figure out how to retrieve them, I set out to do that. Fine. Except going back through the manuscript calls for a change here, a change there. Three hours later, I'm only half done with this job and it's time to walk the dogs (Maltese-poodle mix named Luckster and shih tzu called Buffy) then head back upstairs to make coffee so my husband and I can have it in bed.
An hour spent, coffee up in hand, watching Robin on CNN and Carl, Becky, Joe and the gang on CNBC's Squawk Box. Crawl back out of bed again and jump in the shower, get dressed in jeans, turquoise T-shirt, blue jean shirt and walking shoes. Breakfast is cereal for my husband, but an omelet for me because I'm on a high protein diet. He didn't want an omelet, okay?
Back at the computer, I finish indenting everything, then decide to make certain all my chapter headings and the space above them is the same, also that no one chapter is longer than I want it – trying to do shorter chapters these days for the sake of readers . Divided one chapter, so I am now working on Chapter 15 instead of 14 out of a projected 24 chapters. Great. Except that with the removal of the extra space between paragraphs, I've "lost" 18 pages. I'm now on page 233 instead of 255 for my goal of a 400 page manuscript. Hmm. Looks like I may need to come up with a couple more scenes to go in here somewhere. So I'll figure out how much story I have left and what else can happen. Nothing like being organized…
Since I enjoy writing in pen and ink, I turn from the computer to my desk and a nice legal pad from Levenger's. Do I feel like the Sheaffer pen with black ink or the Lalex with Bahama Blue. Blue has it. But maybe I need a cup of tea to help with brainstorming.
Got the tea, Twinings Lady Gray with artificial sweetener in the gift cup from my daughter that reads: "Live Boldly. Take Risks. Make Somebody say, What the Hell was THAT all about." Good advice. Time for serious concentration since half of writing is thinking about what can happen next.
Uh-oh. Ran across the handwritten notes made yesterday about the book's next scene, which happens to be a major love scene. Since I have another idea or two about it, I capture these first. My hero has to settle an issue for the heroine that's left over from her first marriage to a wimp. Plus, he has to put the theme of the book into words. Tall order for this sword master, but he can do it. I hope. Somehow. Eventually.
Well, darn, drank my tea while pondering a love scene with an injured hero and still haven't solved the problem of creating added scenes. The love scene is clearer in my mind, however. Maybe I should just write that first. Nah, not in the mood. Still need to work on the emotional aspect, not to mention the hole in his side. Let it simmer on the back burner a little longer.
Jotted down a point or two which should add 20 – 30 more pages to the story. Still need more but can't think just now. Too close to lunch time for serious contemplation. Maybe I'll check my email since I haven't done that today. Lovely message from Natalia in
Lunch is a hot dog minus the bun and served with leftover sautéed cauliflower—the diet, remember. Yeah, leftovers. What, you thought I had a chef? Time to walk the dogs again, afterward. Stroll to the "Y", which is the Y-shaped junction where our private drive joins the main road, about a half mile for the round trip. Stop at the rural mailbox on the way back. Nothing interesting, a gardening catalog and a notice from AT&T. Lovely sunshiny day with temps in the 50s though the cool wind off the lake makes a jacket feel good. Stop to pick a bouquet of narcissus. Make a note to go look at the camellias later. They're trying to bloom out again, though the last round of blooms were turned to brown mush by a freeze.
Arrange the flowers in an antique blue and white vase and set it on my desk. Lovely fragrance, ought to be inspiring. Back to pen and ink, the Sheaffer and black this time, to try for the basic events that will happen in the remainder of the book.
Success at last. Two full pages of notes, approximately 50 different ideas divided among the final 9-10 chapters as a blueprint. A good day's work, after all, even if the book isn't a single word longer. It's now
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