I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence
And so the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They're quite aware of what they're goin' through

Saturday, March 27, 2010

WIP

Okay, finished up some critiques so I could get back to the rewrite. Finished up another chapter, but discovered I had double counted one chapter. Sigh. So even with three chapters added to the rewrite, and about a 1000 extra words between them, my total number goes down a little. Margle!

The last two chapters, though, worry me. I didn't do much in the way of rewriting, more like repointing a chimney. Just adding a little mortar here and there. Not sure how good that makes them. Not sure what it says about my own rewriting skills. I don't think I'm phoning it in. Maybe now that I'm at the point that nobody else has read these parts I'm not paying as close attention. Or, said the more hopeful side of my brain, maybe this would be the point I got my act together and knew what direction I was headed.

I'm still hoping to go to the full novel critique weekend. I just wish I had a full time job together that I could be sure of my availability. I think it's the running into deadlines added to the uncertainty of the situation that's driving me insane at the moment. Margle again!

2 comments:

Rick said...

Deadlines suck.

Steve Buchheit said...

Rick, you said it. :)

It's the deadlines without having the options and pieces in place to make educated guesses (like what happens when I sign up for night classes, and then I get a 2nd shift job, ARGH!).

And worse it's hoping that things will work out okay, or telling people, "Don't worry about me for (a certain event)." And the added thought I may make people work a lot only to let them down by not being able to hold up my end of the bargain (which makes me gnash my teeth).