Seething

One love scene to write in the book and its done. Sounds simple enough. pffttttttttttttttt!!!!

It's the final love scene and I had left it 'til last because one needs to be in right frame of mind to write a gripping, emotionally charged, final for the hero and heroine. It was the only job I had today. The one thing to do before merrily sending this huge, plus novel to be read by my talented, gifted reader.

Now I'm ready to bludgeon close blood relations and bury the body in the garden. Doesn't matter that its only eleven thirty, the entire day is shot for writing. Being mad, frustrated, irritated, and a freaking lot more words that sharply decline in morality and points at my own heritage, straight screws with creativity much less the ability to write compelling sex.

#$^%&\%^}*@!@%^&&^(()$%$#@>:""!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

...with all of them.

I feel a little better. Doesn't get me back to writing the good stuff.

People have no idea how they destroy a creative mind's ability to function with interruptions. One can't just stop, deal with your little trauma, then get back to the same creative place. Its impossible. I can't seem to get this across. The words fail to penetrate. It's like I'm speaking Greek to the host of Hungarians. It seems non-creative people have no ability to even imagine how this feels. They do not stop.

Yeah, I'm ranting. Not really off the mad yet.

Just when I think I've seen it all.

A true, blooming idiot comes up with a new way to be awesomely foolish. If you need to know what the latest way to alienate the blog-o-sphere and make ones editor hate you, click on over to http://dearauthor.com/ and read it, but that’s not the point of my post, just the flash point of inspiration for it.

Fan-girl props to Dear Author, btw.

Seriously, being an idiot seems to be all about the creative process. They are the ones who are constantly amazing me. All this time I thought being brilliant was about being smart and you know, having common sense. Now I see it’s not.

-Smacking forehead- My thinking on brilliant was all wrong. Who knew?

Is it workin for you?

Been editing and felt like I needed to do something active today.

See how well that works?

What did you do Sunday?

Metal heart throb

I slept through the end of the show so hopefully I missed the really good part. Coz if I didn't, things ain't looking good.

But what does look good is Kit. Yummmm... A Muscle Car on illegal steroids and I like it. Kit should have had a deeper voice. Perhaps we could have a computer clitch and get his vocals lowered. Muscle Cars should sound deep and dark.

Pet Pev. What's yours?

Long winded comments while blogging is irritating.

When a topic is hot and the comments number runs above 30, do not write essay length responses. It's boring and I know I skim or totally jump a comment that is lengthy.

Blogland needs a "reviewer" of blog comments. If they would score them with stars or something everyone would know of its worth reading the next long winded comment.

So that's my current pet pev. You got an interesting one? An irrelevant one? A silly one? I need to be assured I'm not the only crazy person, share your Pev.

Friday already

It's been one of those weeks. Friday comes as a surprise because it doesn't feel like I got enough done. Not enough writing. Not enough of the other stuff I do to make a living and not enough house work.

I confess I am a piler. That means I put things down in piles all over the place. I intend to put them "away" but not right now. This is bad. What's worse is I live with a packrat-piler. Not only does he pile, he wants to keep everything. You can see how quickly this can get out of hand.

I love the look of clean surfaces. Bare spaces. Minimalist decor. I can't seem to manage it for more than five minutes. I must not love it enough. Not more than the manuscript I'm in a hurry to get back to. That's for sure.

I tell myself a maid would be nice. But honestly, a maid can not put away the piles of papers. The stacks of stuff that is to important to throw away. The poor dear would have to vacuum and dust around them. That would not be the help I need.

What I need is ruthless organization. Does anyone do that as a weekly service? LOL

What did you expect??

There has been a lot of blog-talk about how dumb authors are. How as a group we're not good business people. We have poor judgement when reading a contract. We are clueless on how a publishing company should be run. Our public relations skills stink and we are hopeless when it comes to legal issues.

WELL - DA!!!!

Authors live in fantasy land!! How does being imaginative prepare a person for Business, Economics, Legal double talk, and Slick Spin-Control?

If we were good at all the other stuff we probably wouldn't write and expect to make a living. Coz that's just crazy talk!

DISCLAIMER- There are some among us who are straight-up wizards at all those things and wonderful authors as well. Just saying its not the norm.