productive
Jun. 20th, 2006 12:38 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dragonlady7Didn't really have a productive day.
Spent the morning on the couch on the sunporch, listening to the rain and dozing. I was supposedly evaluating VikingsNovel, but my brain never actually woke up, and so I mostly sat there being completely retarded and sleepy. Not that this was bad, per se, but it wasted rather a lot of time. When I arose I was groggy and creaky, so it doesn't really count as productive.
I did manage to thoroughly reread the most recent two drafts of VikingsNovel and evaluate it a bit. It seemed to me that it has no point, but then, most romance novels don't, and really, it is one. There just isn't all that much else going on. It's good, in that it was an engaging read. It felt kind of like a stranger had written it, because it's so unlike my usual. But there it was, and aside from the nausea-inducing first chapter, it was at least cute.
I would have to read a little more in the romance novel genre to decide whether it's substantial enough to stand alone, however. It needs heavier themes or more historical research, I think. Although the thought of just polishing it largely as-is and submitting it for publication under a pseudonym is appealing.
(Pseudonym: Not because I am ashamed of it, but because it is so wildly divergent from all the other genres I write. It's no more or less racy than my usual, it just lacks, well, traces of any other genre. It's kind of a wallpaper historical.)
The only real productive thing I did was going grocery shopping with Z. He started off very sleepy, grumpy, and all in all un-fun, but by the end he'd perked up enough for occasional moments of noodgeliness. I do not know why I enjoy the noodgeliness so much but I do. (even if he has been having wild and crazy times with another woman.) As an aside, one detail he omitted from that version of the story that I thought was very funny was that at the party with the lame 80s nostalgia band, when the local girls were hassling him, he said something to the effect of "I'm from New York, anything goes." So when they threatened to call his real girlfriend, one pulled out her cellphone and punched in 212, which made him laugh and laugh. Our area code, naturally, being the far more, er, exotic, and less chic, 716.
However. On this grocery shopping trip we bought coffee, and I insisted on having some when we got home at 9:30. With the result that I thereafter actually awoke for the first time in the day, sort of. (Not very. But I had my eyes open.) So I puttered a bit, did a load of dishes, and then had the brilliant idea that I should subdivide Barbarians Novel into chapters.
It's 46 chapters long.
*dies*
Thing needs some editing, ya think?
Spent the morning on the couch on the sunporch, listening to the rain and dozing. I was supposedly evaluating VikingsNovel, but my brain never actually woke up, and so I mostly sat there being completely retarded and sleepy. Not that this was bad, per se, but it wasted rather a lot of time. When I arose I was groggy and creaky, so it doesn't really count as productive.
I did manage to thoroughly reread the most recent two drafts of VikingsNovel and evaluate it a bit. It seemed to me that it has no point, but then, most romance novels don't, and really, it is one. There just isn't all that much else going on. It's good, in that it was an engaging read. It felt kind of like a stranger had written it, because it's so unlike my usual. But there it was, and aside from the nausea-inducing first chapter, it was at least cute.
I would have to read a little more in the romance novel genre to decide whether it's substantial enough to stand alone, however. It needs heavier themes or more historical research, I think. Although the thought of just polishing it largely as-is and submitting it for publication under a pseudonym is appealing.
(Pseudonym: Not because I am ashamed of it, but because it is so wildly divergent from all the other genres I write. It's no more or less racy than my usual, it just lacks, well, traces of any other genre. It's kind of a wallpaper historical.)
The only real productive thing I did was going grocery shopping with Z. He started off very sleepy, grumpy, and all in all un-fun, but by the end he'd perked up enough for occasional moments of noodgeliness. I do not know why I enjoy the noodgeliness so much but I do. (even if he has been having wild and crazy times with another woman.) As an aside, one detail he omitted from that version of the story that I thought was very funny was that at the party with the lame 80s nostalgia band, when the local girls were hassling him, he said something to the effect of "I'm from New York, anything goes." So when they threatened to call his real girlfriend, one pulled out her cellphone and punched in 212, which made him laugh and laugh. Our area code, naturally, being the far more, er, exotic, and less chic, 716.
However. On this grocery shopping trip we bought coffee, and I insisted on having some when we got home at 9:30. With the result that I thereafter actually awoke for the first time in the day, sort of. (Not very. But I had my eyes open.) So I puttered a bit, did a load of dishes, and then had the brilliant idea that I should subdivide Barbarians Novel into chapters.
It's 46 chapters long.
*dies*
Thing needs some editing, ya think?
