1/14/07. Knives, crazy relatives and climactic homestretches
And I thought I had crazy relatives. One of my friends says he has to hide the knives before the relatives come to visit. I think I understand where that ripping sense of humor of his comes from. It’s an essential survival skill in the family circus.
Logged 1,565 words Saturday; another 2,394 today. It’s weird. The story has rounded the corner and entered the climactic homestretch where a lot is happening, but now each scene takes three times as long to write through.
Meanwhile, the weather could get interesting. We’ve had snow a couple times, but of the kind that turns into a soggy, muddy mess. The forecast is looking colder and snowier. Tomorrow will be a good day to stay chained to the chair pounding on the laptop.
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- Sammi
A psychic once told me that in a past life my writing so inspired a politician he took steps to have my head removed. This time around, I’ve tried to remember, with varying degrees of success, that diplomacy is the better part of valor, a little inaccuracy can save tons of explanation and, when all else fails, the best option may well be to tell the truth and run.
I wrote my first memoir when I was six and am currently working on a fantasy spoof. Although I have never met my fairy godmother — nor a common garden gnome, for that matter — once, while weeding in my garden, I fought a dragon that was impersonating a wild raspberry bush.
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