It looks like it's another lovely morning out there. I didn't have to get up early today, as I have to do bar-testing tonight and thus my shift was adjusted to accomodate not getting off work until eleven thirty this evening; I slept long and deep and hard, not waking until after ten. I guess I needed the sleep? I'm not going to complain, it felt good. My windows are covered in condensation--we had to turn the air on last night, so condensation on the windows means it's probably in the seventies out there, or at least humid. Crazy December weather.
I just took out the trash. It's in the seventies and a bit humid out there.
The revisions on a short story are due today, so as soon as I finish this and shower, I am going to dive back into them. I did it last night, but don't trust myself enough to send it in again. I am going to reread the whole story this morning, and then reread the editor's notes to see if I accomplished what she asked, or if I simply shoehorned/grafted some stuff onto it that doesn't fit in the rhythm of the story and would prove kind of jarring to the reader. I also have to work on the book today and I'd like to solve the problem of the other story as well; I think I figured out how to really make it work last night while watching Ray Donovan (the two are not connected; my mind will sometimes wander while I'm watching something, no matter how riveting it is, and I am really enjoying this show); this is why short stories are so hard for me. I've already done at least six drafts of this particular story, but I think I finally, FINALLY, put it all together in my head last night.
Again, it comes down to cutting things that were rather well-written. I shall have to save them for another piece, maybe a book, I don't know.
And in fairness, this short story was originally a book idea that I decided to turn into a creepy short story.
The book so far has been a slog, but I am starting to find my character's voice, which is half the battle. Once I have the voice--I already have the plot--it becomes that much easier. I am hoping to get a lot of it done this weekend. I need to get these two short stories out of the way this week, and I have two other stories I need to work on by the end of the month, and I also have an essay I need to write.
Merry Christmas to ME.
Ah, well, such is life. I wouldn't know what to do with myself if I weren't busy, you know?
Here's a hunk for today: