Here I sit at 25K for nearly 3 days now. I find I am editing.  Horrors.

I also participated in a Liberty Hall Flash challenge, not horrors. It was very nice and I actually like my entry.

AND…I put some final edits to my short story, The Gift, and posted for crits to RWA-FFP. I intend to submit it to a Greek Myths retold anthology. A great Sunday, all except for working on Ye Olde Nano story.

Sigh…

Slump-O-Matic

OK, time to break out the slump-o-matic.  I envision the slump-o-matic a bit like the folks at Grady Design did.  She is thinking deep thoughts of plot and characterization and maybe a little bit of sex, too? eh

So  When I was hovering around 17,000 words and wondering how many times I could have my MC take a stroll around Portsmouth square and muse about the changes between her time and 1850 San Francisco- this is the moral equivalent of circling the airport pickup when your partner’s plane is late and you don’t want to go to the cell phone lot.

I had an epiphany!  {insert chimy bells here}

I’ll write the end.  Man, that’s freakin’ brilliant. And yes, I got about 6,000 words out of that.  I figure I have a two chapter ending.  But now here I am back with my head in the slump-o-matic.

Crap.

OK, Epiphany number 2.  I’m going to have some pretty scary things happen in 1850.  Some lust, violence, betrayal,  and lots of steamy sex for big hunks of gold, go baby.  So lets write a couple of those scenes. Even if they end up on the pile at the bottom of the monitor, it’ll be fun!  So I’m calling this Sexy Sunday!  Vroom Vroom.  So, I’m off now to the Water Cooler  with the RWA-FFP crew to talk about sex and writing. Should be fun.