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The Holidays
Dec. 22nd, 2003 11:24 pmWell, what an eventful holiday it's been! First, lots of babysitting. I got in a few extra hours in there because my nephew got a stomach bug and couldn't keep his play date with his friend. S he was randomly puking in the morning. Not acting sick, just randomly puking and then going back to playing. So my mother, my father and I were all watching him for a day not acting at all sick.
And then I got sick. Nauseated, tired, feeling gross. No one believed that I'm actually sick, of course. They thought I was making it up. I'm considered the family hypochondriac because when I'm seriously sick, I go see a doctor. What a concept.
So today, the phone rings. It's my mother's boss. She asks for my dad.
So other than caring for vomity people, I've been busy editing editing editing editing editing. I really should be completely sick of this manuscript by now, but oddly I'm not. I still like it. I still like everyone in it. I just want the thing to be the best it can be, I want to tell the best story I can. So why oh why do I keep writing these crap chapters? I'm reading over stuff I wrote ages ago and some of it is pretty decent, but then I come across the parts that are crap. Why do I do this to myself?
I'm down to the last 6 chapters. I know there is one major section to rewrite still and I'm staring at it.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
bonibaru says I'm just stalling, that I'm picking at scabs here and I should just let it go and call it done. But what's the point of not fixing problems I know about? I know you could edit forever, but I'm not just randomly arranging here, I'm fixing things.
Current manuscript total word count: 89,877. That number changes often, and not just in one direction. When I left school a few days ago it was at 84K. Sometimes it's over 90K. I suspect it will be over 90K by the time I'm done with it.
But I'm almost there. ALMOST. So close! So very close!
And then I got sick. Nauseated, tired, feeling gross. No one believed that I'm actually sick, of course. They thought I was making it up. I'm considered the family hypochondriac because when I'm seriously sick, I go see a doctor. What a concept.
So today, the phone rings. It's my mother's boss. She asks for my dad.
"Your wife is throwing up," she says.I must say I feel a little pleased by this. I'm not happy that my mother is sick, but I'm glad that she gets to see what I was complaining about. Call me a hypochondriac, will you? Take that.
"I'll be right there," my dad says.
So other than caring for vomity people, I've been busy editing editing editing editing editing. I really should be completely sick of this manuscript by now, but oddly I'm not. I still like it. I still like everyone in it. I just want the thing to be the best it can be, I want to tell the best story I can. So why oh why do I keep writing these crap chapters? I'm reading over stuff I wrote ages ago and some of it is pretty decent, but then I come across the parts that are crap. Why do I do this to myself?
I'm down to the last 6 chapters. I know there is one major section to rewrite still and I'm staring at it.
bonibaru says I'm just stalling, that I'm picking at scabs here and I should just let it go and call it done. But what's the point of not fixing problems I know about? I know you could edit forever, but I'm not just randomly arranging here, I'm fixing things.Current manuscript total word count: 89,877. That number changes often, and not just in one direction. When I left school a few days ago it was at 84K. Sometimes it's over 90K. I suspect it will be over 90K by the time I'm done with it.
But I'm almost there. ALMOST. So close! So very close!
