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Am doing laundry, for starters. Go me! It's supposed to be partly cloudy today with a chance of rain, but it's sunny and fifty now, so line-drying it is. For now.
It's not like I can go anywhere, as the car's in Rochester. I may go for a bike ride, if it stays nice-- I'd like to get more proficient on the bike as well as stronger, so I can actually enjoy the bike rides Dave and I take rather than worrying the whole time that I'm either boring him by being so slow, or freaking out that I'm going to fall. (I get funny about cracks in the sidewalk.)
I stumbled across a number of links on writing-- this one's titled Editing Fiction and is an author answering a reader's question of, "I've just written a novel and don't know how to revise it."
It's good advice. I don't know that it'll work for me with the stage I'm at with any of my works. But, it's good to read.
That led me to Holly Lisle's version, which ought to be titled I Don't Have Eight Years To Edit This Thing and gives very good advice indeed. I've always enjoyed Holly's essays and how-tos. (This is an interesting sidetrack: in the face of mounting repetitive-strain pain in her wrists, she switched to the Dvorak keyboard layout. I clicked the link because Dave uses Dvorak and moves his wrists so little he looks like a child pretending to type, and I tried to switch once but just... well, I have no wrist problems, and can type about 85 wpm at 95% accuracy, so I just lacked the motivation. I can hunt-and-peck Dvorak (yes, even with the keys unlabeled), but it just never took off with me. I think in qwerty. I'll wait until I hit middle age and start worrying about senility, and then be like the neurologist post-doctoral assistant in my old fencing club who was staving off dementia (and easing a right shoulder injury) by learning to fence left-handed.)
Sigh. I will probably clean my room and then be reinvigorated about writing. Let's hope. Yes, a clean desk would help. (ATM I can't even fit my computer on the desk: it's on my nightstand.) Yes. Two days off, and I hope by the end of them to feel like I've got my shit together.
Am doing laundry, for starters. Go me! It's supposed to be partly cloudy today with a chance of rain, but it's sunny and fifty now, so line-drying it is. For now.
It's not like I can go anywhere, as the car's in Rochester. I may go for a bike ride, if it stays nice-- I'd like to get more proficient on the bike as well as stronger, so I can actually enjoy the bike rides Dave and I take rather than worrying the whole time that I'm either boring him by being so slow, or freaking out that I'm going to fall. (I get funny about cracks in the sidewalk.)
I stumbled across a number of links on writing-- this one's titled Editing Fiction and is an author answering a reader's question of, "I've just written a novel and don't know how to revise it."
It's good advice. I don't know that it'll work for me with the stage I'm at with any of my works. But, it's good to read.
That led me to Holly Lisle's version, which ought to be titled I Don't Have Eight Years To Edit This Thing and gives very good advice indeed. I've always enjoyed Holly's essays and how-tos. (This is an interesting sidetrack: in the face of mounting repetitive-strain pain in her wrists, she switched to the Dvorak keyboard layout. I clicked the link because Dave uses Dvorak and moves his wrists so little he looks like a child pretending to type, and I tried to switch once but just... well, I have no wrist problems, and can type about 85 wpm at 95% accuracy, so I just lacked the motivation. I can hunt-and-peck Dvorak (yes, even with the keys unlabeled), but it just never took off with me. I think in qwerty. I'll wait until I hit middle age and start worrying about senility, and then be like the neurologist post-doctoral assistant in my old fencing club who was staving off dementia (and easing a right shoulder injury) by learning to fence left-handed.)
Sigh. I will probably clean my room and then be reinvigorated about writing. Let's hope. Yes, a clean desk would help. (ATM I can't even fit my computer on the desk: it's on my nightstand.) Yes. Two days off, and I hope by the end of them to feel like I've got my shit together.
