Here a quick update.
I got an A in my short fiction class that ended last week.
I'm trying to decide what class to take next semester.
I'm continuing to work on my novels with a good start, but the holidays are slowing me down. I'm hopping to catch up after.
I'm working on a few "experimental pieces" that are a little more off the wall then I'm even known for. This is really fun and helping me to really expand my mind.
Okay so here I am with all these great new ideas for Gideon's story, the plot is finally really finished. So why am I not writing? Well here is the issue: I don't know where to start. I know most people would say well JUST START. That doesn't work for me. Never has. I'm to anal. I think I've re-written the opening sence maybe half a dozen times. So much so that I'm just not sure anymore. I think I'm going to try to do some reverse construction this afternoon on it. I would like to have a first chapter or 3 done by the time I get to Vegas next Friday. I really wanted Jess to get a chance to read it and talk about it in person. hmmmm.....well I'm going to finish doing my cleaning the house thingy. Then this afternoon WRITE!
So I'm sitting here trying to get into the zone to write and I start to feel a bubble of an idea. It builds until I start to feel my fingers getting ready to move...then a stupid image comes to my head. Gir from invader zim pointing to my idea and saying "ewwww what's that" in the gir like voice and I just like that lost my train of gothic dark thoughts. This is what happens when you spend all afternoon with a 6-7 year olds.