Assorted, random bits from my brain:
-Well, it happened. The Magpie turned 20 this weekend, so now I can no longer say, “I have two teenage girls.” Welcome to Wistful, enjoy your stay.
– All day Friday, the National Weather Service repeated the following: “Overnight lows of five above zero.” I woke up Saturday morning to find it was eighteen below. I suppose knowing it in advance wouldn’t really matter, but still. I know the worst part is likely over for the year, but I am ready for some warm(er) weather.
– Remember this post? Buried deep within the BARTON’S WOMEN manuscript was a comment bubble attached to the word ‘gray’: “Be consistent” it said. I noticed it when I did a first ‘breeze through’. Upon tucking in for some serious revisions, I found that I’d spelled it ‘grey’ for the first 2/3 of the manuscript, and ‘gray’ for the final third. I know I had gone through and changed it all to ‘gray’ before querying. Yes, that definitely qualifies for:
(Oh, and I have again changed them all back to ‘grey’)
-I killed a major darling this week. Now, I’m pretty sure I’ve run around the blogosphere and the forum-sphere, telling people something along the lines of, “Yeah, I’ve killed darlings–it’s not so bad.”
Apparently, I never killed the right darlings before, because this one hurt. I’m reminded of something Peggy Eddelman said by way of Joss Whedon, by way of his mentor:
REMOVE YOUR FAVORITE PART.
I think the reason I was able to blithely kill off darlings in the past is because they weren’t, in the end, that important to me. This was a favorite part. And it did hurt. The good news? I think the story is better without it….It even hurt to say that. Sorry, darling.
– I did find something that made me feel better. Since it’s Monday, a day so many of us dread, here’s something cheerful. Ladies and gentlemen, I give you “Baby Elephant in the Ocean”:
-And that’s about it for me. How’s everyone out there?