New Wedding Site
We have another one now:
http://www.sharedweddings.com/optimus
The first one ended up being only a trial and charged for all the “extra” features. This one is free, and just as nice! Maybe there are some ads or something, but they’re unnoticeable.
I don’t have much new info on the site, but you’re welcome to check it out again in case you’re curious.
So This is What Giving Birth is Like
Somewhere, I don’t remember where, I read an interview with J.K. Rowling about finishing Harry Potter. I vaguely remember her saying the relief was so great, but the sorrow just as overwhelming. Somewhere, it might have been there, an author compared the completion of a novel to giving birth.
I finally understand.
No, don’t get excited, I haven’t finished. All I’ve done is complete this week’s assignment, which was to write the turning point in our stories. But my god, I am exhausted. My back hurts. My head hurts. I am very near tears. I have thought about this scene since the first day I read the syllabus more than a month ago. I have gone over it, agonized over points of view, written notes, changed other scenes to make the plot work, fought against every word I used, and today, spent ten non-stop hours writing it.
And honestly, it’s a miserable piece of work. Ugly and unpolished. Just awful.
But it’s here. In black and white letters, to be re-worked when I’m no longer the twitchy and over-caffeinated psychotic typer that I am now. It’s only by the grace of God and the hymns on my iPod that I haven’t beat my head against the keyboard.
Real babies? No, thank you. This is more than enough. I imagine when I do finish my novel, I certainly will cry. I have no doubt that I’ll grab the nearest teddy bear and sit in the center of my bed bawling my eyes out. It’s either that or the folks at Borders Bookstore will get quite a show…
Addicted to Caffeine
T said I was. I didn’t believe him. But then the headaches came. The moodiness. The lack of motivation. Okay, it’s a bit suspicious that this all happened after I hadn’t had coffee for three days… and yes, before then I was having a cup every day at the bookstore while I wrote… (I seriously rack up those Borders Reward points…) and FINE, I admit it, less than five minutes after I had my sip of coffee yesterday, I was alert and creative and my brain was able to formulate actual sentences…
Maybe I’m a little addicted to caffeine…
Just a little…
I have a pivotal scene to write this week. My climax. Thank goodness I did an outline or I wouldn’t know where the climax was. I still have doubts whether or not it’s THE climax. Maybe the climax happened in the earlier chapter. Maybe I don’t have one, and the story just keeps escalating without going anywhere! And all thoughts always go back to, what if it’s just boring? *sigh* No time to worry about it. Write on, write on!
T and I have been together for six years! We started out as friends, hanging out as friends do, and though the hanging out didn’t change, our affections towards each other did. I bring this up only to emphasize that in that six years, we’ve only had a handful of “real” dates. I miss those. The nervousness, the desire to impress, the flirting… Since we didn’t do anything special for V-Day, we decided that we should have a date on Feb. 29 (which, imo, is way more special than V-Day which happens every damn year). A real and proper date where I actually dress up and curl my hair and shave my legs, and he picks me up and we go to a nice restaurant that we’d never been to before followed by a romantic something-or-other. Of course, nothing’s set in stone. I can cancel if there are any handsome, debonair, multi-milloinaires that don’t have affairs who would like to whisk me away on their jet to a castle in Europe. (I’ve been watching “Millionaire Matchmaker” on Bravo.)
We watched “Eastern Promises” the other day. I never expected to see so much of Vigo. If you wanted to ravage Aragorn when you watched “Lord of the Rings,” then you need to watch this movie! I was very pleased by the naked scene, and felt that it made up for all of the movies and shows that subject me to woman’s boobies but none of the men’s goodies. (“The Tudors” — BLECH… boob after ugly boob… I hate that show… Such potential reduced to unlikeable characters and pointless sex scenes… Can’t wait for “The Other Boleyn Girl” to redeem that period for me.)
Last night we made ourselves cocktails (vodka tonic for me, whisky on the rocks for T) and caught up on “Supernatural.” I love that show! I hope it goes on forever! But when I drink alcohol, I never sleep well, so I ended up waking up at 6:41AM (went to bed at 1:30AM). I wrote some, critiqued some, blogged some, and am now wondering when I should get the laundry ready. It’s 9:36AM.
Actually, this is what will happen…
I will sit here for another two minutes organizing the laundry in my head. I will decide that it’s too cold to get out from under the covers. I will post this blog, close my laptop, hug a bear, huddle near T to steal his warmth, and pass out…
If only I had some coffee…
