I'm not much of a blogger.
Okay, well, not so much of a newsflash then seeing that I've been MIA since...oh...February or so.
"But I've been crazy busy," I insist in a self-righteous tone with an index finger pointed skyward.
A sad excuse, that, since there are so many of you diligent, daily bloggers (hate you) who have much more on your plates than I and still manage to keep all your balls in the air. Did I mention I hate you??
So, it is with regret and a smidge of self-loathing that I admit the truth...I suck.
There. Said it. Owned it. Let's move on.
Last you heard, I was hard at work on my WIP with hopes to complete it by June. June. Right.That sooo didn't happen.
124,000 words and four months beyond my June goal, I finally typed "The End" and let out a war-whoop that had the dachshunds running to investigate.
It took me ever so much longer than I thought. Naivete, at my age? You scoff and I don't blame you. I'm not my friend, Marley, who can crank out the words - beautifully, I might add - and have a total of 77k at the end of NaNo. Go girl!
I struggle. I fight. I tooth-and-nail it for every word.
The sweet spot, you know the one where the story flows like a river from the creative brain to the keyboard, is as elusive to me as the winning lottery numbers. Nearly.
Anyway, these last post "the end" weeks have been chock-a-block full of inactivity and simple laziness.
I've enjoyed them, but the Revision monster has begun to raise its head and, like my Roxie who can sit at the back door and bark for hours until I finally get up and let her in, has begun to growl for my attention. However, first I must finish developing the basic language for my immortals, nail down the culture for a couple groups, and review a couple workshops on basics - backstory, sentence structure, etc. After I gird my loins, then I'll put on the gown and gloves, pick up the scalpel and begin the surgery.
Where does blogging fit in the schedule?
You tell me...