Jul. 12th, 2013

blairmacg: (FeatherFlow)
So yesterday, I paused revisions to search for a minor character's name in a later volume. A phone call interrupted my search. By the time I finished the call, karate time was near. I fixed a quick dinner once I got home, then settled in to watch Hell's Kitchen with my son. Then we caught the second half of Sharknado. I reached the end of the movie drunk on laughter and unable to focus on anything of passing seriousness.

This morning I remembered I needed to search for that character's name, and expended about twenty minutes looking. Then, when I was about to give up, I found it! Right there! That name! So I sat down with the current revision notes and manuscript and... could not for the life of me remember why I needed that damned name.

It'll come back to me. Eventually.

(Yesterday was also the day Ty the Wonderdog using his power of the wagging tail for evil purposes, sweeping all my Magic Index Cards from table to floor. They hadn't yet been re-numbered in their proper order. They are now numbered, oh yes.)

Next week could be good or bad for writing. From Sunday to Friday, I'll be at karate camp. Three times a day, I'll be teaching classes outdoors. Two nights, I'm supervising one of the girls' cabins. But I do have time in between those commitments. I often use some of that time to work on new material for myself, and to work with other adults. But it's quite possible I'll grab a couple hours each morning to hide in my room. If nothing else, the hiding gives my introverted self a needed break from the go-go-go that is karate camp.

The dojo continues to grow, albeit at a slower pace than in our first four months. I have an enrollment goal I'd like to reach by October. It'll be stretch, but I think I can hit it. My current students--youngest is four, oldest is early 50's--are all challenging, excited, willing to work, and focused on their next goal. I love watching kids get immediate, repeated and concrete feedback on their work, and then choosing to reach for the next step.

And now, my time to write is here!

Unrelated: I'm gobsmacked that some local schools are holding their first classes of the school year on July 30.
blairmacg: (FeatherFlow)
The conversation that took place in my head during revisions:

Dang it. I've established it's cold in that stronghold corridor, but Syrina is just standing there. Maybe she's distracted from the cold by the talk she's about to give.

No. I've been cold. Really cold. If anything, the cold would distract her from the talk.

Okay, let's give her a blanket. That works! She hugged the blanket over her shoulders...

No, wait a minute. She can't walk into this talk wrapped up in an old blanket! Wouldn't happen. So maybe she drops it in the corridor before she walks into the dining hall.

No. Blankets are too valuable in this quasi-prison.

Maybe she could hand it to someone.

No. That's a silly bit of business.

Maybe she could—

Okay, Blair, stop right there. You're creating a massive problem over a stupid blanket. Do you really want to waste the reader's time explaining this whole cold-so-need-blanket thing?

No! But now that I've thought about the cold, I just can't let it pass. I wish...

Huh. That'll work.

Syrina wished she'd brought down a blanket, but...

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