A Gruntled Minion Phlebotmist

     For the past several days, I have been working on Chapter Two.  I feel stuck quite honestly,  but something glorious has evolved from this rut.  I literally am addicted to writing now!

Avocados

     Last post, I mentioned that I read the novel Unwind on Monday.  Well, today I found a short film that is an adaptation of the novel!  It makes me so happy.  *sniffs*  But it probably won't make you happy, more likely perturbed. I'm sharing this video because I love the book and think everyone in America should read it.  The video's not graphic, but it is unsettling.

Aaaaaah! Books!

      I haven't fallen into writer's or blogger's apathy; I've just been busy.  Earlier this week, I was reevaluating Yellow Roses to see what my main priorities for the book were.  It was really good to take a step back.  I was feeling very overwhelmed, and it calmed my mind.
      Besides thinking the story through, I was reading like mad.  The books I ordered came on Monday, and instead of dancing around the living room, I sat down and read through an entire 335 page book that day.

Wigged Out

     I stress.  A lot.  I worry about things that I don't need to be concerned with at the moment, such as building a fan base, finding an agent, getting published, fan stalkers, the list goes on and on.  The great thing is that I can debunk all of these worries right now.

Going Mental

     Goodness, goodness.  What to write about?

     Oh yeah, did I mention I finished Chapter Four yesterday?  No, I don't think I did.  Well, now you know!

     Before I went to sleep last night, my mind was a plate of spaghetti thinking about reorganizing scenes.  So, I pulled out my iPod and wrote down a note that looked something like this, "Replace that flashback with this one, move that to Chapter This and move that scene to this yet-to-be-determined chapter."  The more I think about all I have to organize and flesh out, the less sanity wants to hold my hand.

Future Possibilities

     Hello peoples of the universe!
     I am here to tell you that I'm am flying high.  Maybe to Mars, or Pluto, still haven't decided yet.  Why, I ask myself.  Two very awesome happenings.

World Domination

     I am ashamed to say it.

Stronger

     I'm groggy again.  Not because of mind deadness but because I'm functioning on five hours of sleep.  Somehow, I got wired at one o'clock this morning and didn't get remotely sleepy till about five.  It's beyond me how I woke up naturally at ten-thirty, but somehow I got myself standing instead of burrowing under the covers and hiding from the world.
     Sleep deprivation is not very nice, but one good thing did come from my inexplicable energy.

Sunday Break

     It has been one long week.  Time has gone by like watching grass grow.  I've written twenty-six pages and typed all that into the computer, finishing three chapters.

     Yes, I am done the first three chapters of Yellow Roses.

Trainwreck

     Yesterday afternoon, I kicked back in my plastic, blue lounge chair, put a hat on to block the sun, and pulled out my notebooks.  A couple minutes of writing later, my neighbor pulled out his lawnmower, and I drudged back inside.

Screen-Staring

     Yesterday morning, I woke to the beautiful music of birdsong and leaf blowers.  Doesn't that sound wonderful?
     What does sound wonderful is I officially finished Chapter Two's rough draft.  There's no Irish jig or flying to the moon today, only a sigh of relief and contentment.

Oh Yeah, Uh-h-uh-h, Oh Yeah

     ♫ Dum-de-dum-de-dum-de-dum.  I'm floating on air. ♫

     That's right.  I wrote seven pages last night.
     Better yet, I finished chapter two.

Kicking & Screaming

     Two scoops!  Double vision! Double dutch!

     I wrote six pages yesterday!  *bouncing off the walls*

     It's twice as much as Monday.  And bonus points for well written scenes? I think yes!
     It was amazing how a checkpoint list helped to get more words down.  It went like this:

Optimist & Pessimist

     I admit it.  I didn't post a second time yesterday, even though I said I would.  You can lead me away in handcuffs now.  But, wait! I have information that could buy me out of chains.

War on Procrastination

     As Horton would say when he realizes the Whos can't hear him because of their tiny ears, "Hello!"

     It is good to be documenting this journey.  I have the feeling it may keep me from straying too far from the daily noveling path.

      Before I continue, I have two explanations for I Am A Robot: short and long.  Read which ever you like, or both, or none at all, whatever is your choosing.