Paranoia–It’ll Do It To Ya Every Time
I have the sinking feeling that the reason why Sweet Tart is…coming (no pun intended)…so quickly is that it sucks.
Really. I managed 1,250 words in 1.5 hours last night, folks, and that’s 1,250 words coming from an excessively overtired brain that wanted desperately to do nothing more than just crawl into a wonderfully comfortable bed. (Adverb much?? Sheesh…)
There’s no way those words could have been good ones. The deadline for this is September 1st, gang, and my biggest fear right now is that I’m going to have to rewrite this whole effing thing and I will run out of time. 
I know, I know. I am fully aware of what you’re going to say. Don’t focus on that. Just focus on writing 14K words, period. Then do what you have to afterward to fix ‘em.
Eep. Well, we shall see. I’ll keep you posted.
August 25th, 2008 at 7:44 am
You know, it’s usually the stuff that flows fast for me that’s the good stuff. Read it later, once the paranoia has worn off.
August 25th, 2008 at 4:52 pm
That’s the plan, Rhonda.
Although I’m on a tight schedule with this one… We’ll see what happens.
August 26th, 2008 at 6:51 am
It’s not mule puke either, It’s good solid writing. So get on with it already. We can tweak on the weekend.
August 26th, 2008 at 8:52 am
I am! I am! Jeebus! I can feel the whip all the way over here (which is your intention, I know…!
)!
Didja check the word meter? Huh?