I see you on the street and you walk on by
What a fantastic blogger I’ve been, eh? First I plop up a collage and never explain it, and then I do it again.
So, the gig here is that I am trying to finish Two to Tango. I’ve set myself a goal of 5k a day this week, which I failed to meet today because last night I slept poorly, but 3k is not too shabby, especially considering there were other things to do today as well. I think I must be midway through the book, because I feel like it has no plot and I’m starting to seriously panic that it won’t ever make sense and that I am about to be exposed as someone who cannot write her way out of a paper bag. Once I hit the intense freak-out over a lack of an antagonist and a conviction that it’s all written in Sanskrit I’ll know I’m nearly to the dark moment and resolution and should be doing just fine.
Though this one gets points for not only coming out like molassess but hiding the real storyline on a level I haven’t seen since The Seventh Veil. We went from dancing all the time to boinking all the time, and they keep sapping out on me. Once I thin out the treacle, this will be the hands-down most fucking romantic book I have ever written, and it may hold that title for some time to come. But right now it’s crazy. Its favorite trick is to be whizzing along through a scene and then reference a plot point/conversation/person that came out of nowhere. Like in the last scene Laurie wonders about something his mom said to him, except she never fucking said that. This is going to be one to weep over the whiteboard about, that I know. Continuity. It shall be my enemy, I can feel it now.
Okay, the collages. The second one obviously is the Two To Tango collage. I needed it for the Facebook chat. I think I’ve posted that one here before though. The Pretty When You Cry one is a sequel to the Sam/Mitch/Randy world. Yes, that’s beyond the wedding one. They keep waking me up in the middle of the night. But nobody gets pen to paper until Two To Tango is done, and then it is Small Town Boy and Temple Boy, and a novella I need to shape up and sell. Beause my goal for 2010 is that there will be no more malingering novels. Do or die. That’s the motto.
With that, I’m going to go find my husband and watch Doctor Who. I’m sure there’s other stuff I’ve forgotten, probably important stuff, but oh well.