But for now, I have to write my own book, all by myself, sitting by the sunny window where my tomato seedlings interest me more than my plot. Why is it I have all sorts of suggestions for everyone else, but when it comes to myself, I have no clue what to do? That's why I need my critique group, which I will have to miss this week due to a visit from my mom. Maybe I'll make Mom read my draft and see what she has to say. But first I have to tell her she must cheer me on when she's done reading, even if she hates the book. That's the rule.
Monday, March 16, 2009
Holy cow! What's happening to March? I feel as if I haven't written anything meaningful since December. I think having a co-writer would be handy about now. I'd get to the point where I've got the book moving along and then stalled out. "Here," I say to my blessed partner in crime, " take the next 50 pages." How generous of me. And she would write us out of the problem situation, then I would pick up again, refreshed by her ingenious creation and buoyed by her cheerleading: "Now, take it back and give me drama, pathos, comedy." I will praise her work, and then I will give her all that and more.