Dreaming

Dreaming of Portugal and of doing more art, both the book and painting.

Working hard.

Falling Out and in Love with the Man(uscript)

Falling Out and in Love with the Man(uscript)

Sometimes it's good to be obsessed with your writing.

And then sometimes, it makes you sick with the intensity.

So it's good to be able to take a step back, and get back into your life. AND, you'd be amazed at how much easier it is to edit when you have a little perspective.

And then, when you get back into it, there's a lot of THERE there. Sure, trim away all the fat.  Lots of crap, but now it's easier to let go of it.

And I'm sure it'll be a cycle.  I need to get through this draft.  And then, rinse, repeat.

I'll forget again. But I'll fall in love again.

Readable Draft

I hope you are as fascinated by the novel writing process as I am.

I'm taking 2 classes (1 on Query Letters to Lit Agents and one on World Building in Fiction). Getting an editor lined up, workshopping one of the chapters.  Very exciting.

My goal this month is a readable draft.  I have the structure, and 250 pages of scenes, notes, and things to write.  I want to send out the first 50 pages to my editor asap.

I've published several short stories and plays, but getting together a giant chunk of something (with a full time job plus travel) is tremendously difficult. But rewarding!

New York Doesn't Give a Fuck, and That's Freeing

You can have a life, a DEVOTION around the cult of NYC.  You can be its slave for years, trying to get it to love you back.

But it doesn't give a fuck.

You can starve, can live in a closet, can work 24/7, can work as a barista, can perform on Broadway.  you can make it there one day and feel like you are starting over the very next.

Other cities will welcome you back with open arms.  Embrace you like your Mom.  Alumnae returning to the geographies of their youth.  New York will be like, 'Oh, did you leave the party?"

Every neighborhood, every block is a new beginning.  You start from scratch, you reinvent yourself.  Hopefully smarter this time. 

You can go for years and never run into any of your previous friends, or selves.  And then you can spend 24 hours playing "This is your life", and seeing mirrors everywhere you go.

FAR

Sometimes places seem farther in memory than in distance.

NYC is too far from me at the moment.

A Dream of Escape

A dream of escape.

Here in the Northeast in America, we are under a cold snap.

Since Christmas, we have been suffering with below zero temperatures and into the predictable future (according to the iPhone).

And then, with or without a cold (which I have), we are essentially trapped indoors.

I've been lucky to have a writing project to take me out of myself.

The BEST vacation I can ever have. 

In Sparkly Love Just as NYC gets Cold

He mentioned how suddenly it had turned cold and windy, right on Park Avenue and 51st street.

It occurred to you that this was the New York you KNEW.  Always either too cold, or maybe too hot.  Just a few weeks ago you indulged in a diet coke like you were a sailor enjoying a beer.

He had a funny white knitted cap which made him look like a 6 ft tall 5 year old.  And he had a grand smile.

You tried not to read into it, tried to take it for the joy both of you felt in the moment.  Leave behind what you would learn later, all that he would tell you about the divorce, and the woman after.  And how you were not in the plan.

That is how you know New York.  Cold and beautiful.  Shining lights, the aura and illusion of warmth and beauty, but the wind gets in everywhere.

Even your dreams.