- Buy shoes for RWA v/
- Finish work-in-progress -- finish 1st revision and do entire 2nd revision
- Finish tweaking the website (which is up but not perfect yet!)
- Do laundry and start to segregate clothes that need to remain pristine & cat-hair free for RWA.
- Get my hair cut
- Maintain some semblance of a presence on social media -- maybe 6 or 8 tweets a day?
Cook healthy & nutritious meals for RossSend Ross out for healthy & nutritious Subway sandwiches
- Make a list of all the things I absolutely, positively need to get done before next Saturday
- Make a list of all the things I absolutely, positively need to take with me next Saturday
- Source frozen venison
It's that Promantica has fallen off the To Do Checklist and it can't get up.
I'm sorry about that. I should have taken someone's advice and pre-written four or five blog posts so I could maintain the illusion of productivity. Instead, I've been riding that fun house merry-go-round known as revisions leading to additional revisions leading to
This was mentioned to me recently: It's facile and a bit insulting to suggest that "everyone has one book inside them." I know I will never compose music, or create a painting of artistic merit, or write a beautiful sonnet. I may never write a decent book. But if I do manage that -- if, in fact, I'm working on a decent book now -- it's because I have two things: talent and the basic intelligence to know that talent only gets me so far; the rest is hard work.
No, we don't all have a book inside us -- maybe what we all have is the capacity to delude ourselves into thinking that we have a book inside us. The real writers are the ones who can both believe in their talent and understand its role in the business of writing a novel. I'm a better writer than I was when I started this book, but my writing is still clunky and inelegant. If work hard enough, it might get good.
Speaking of getting and staying good, I enjoyed Rushed to the Altar, the first in Jane Feather's latest trilogy. She may not be in the sweet spot anymore, but her writing still delivers for me. The story is set in 1761 London, with the impoverished Earl of Blackwater desperately needing his third of his uncle's estate. The condition set by his uncle? The earl and his twin brothers must each find, marry, and rescue a "fallen woman," thus saving her soul.
The heroine, Mistress Clarissa Astley, doesn't qualify, but she pretends to be a prostitute because she is that desperate to recover her younger brother from the nefarious plans of their uncle. (The Uncle Anti-Defamation League might want to protest this book.) That, actually, was my only quibble with an otherwise enjoyable read: the younger brother is in a Bad Place, and I'd so much have preferred Clarissa to rescue him straightaway and then start her canoodling with the Earl. But if you squint, and imagine Francis (the brother) to be a tidy package she has to recover and not an actual 10-year-old boy, the romance is pleasant enough.
Am I damning with faint praise? I don't mean to be. It's a keeper, mostly because I want to read it again with that squinting trick!
Now, where do you suppose I can get frozen venison out of season?
Now this is a checklist!