Went to the parents to visit Grandma last Tuesday. Expected to be back Thursday - a quick trip. But Grandma's health is sliding and Mom asked me to go to the doctor with her and Dad because Dad is hard of hearing and often has problems listening to doctor instructions. So that was Friday, early morning. And Saturday I helped Dad write a dispute letter to the insurance company after they refused to pay $8,000 in bills. So I finally came back Sunday, and my schedule is all screwed up. I thought I'd write at Mom's at night, but had to keep getting up early, so my sleep pattern is all messed up. And today was a disaster. Just a disaster. Emotional overload from last week, a house that hadn't been taken care of while I was gone, missing bills and an unsupportive husband. In my world that's a chain reaction that leads to the atomic bomb explosion of rage. Luckily my anger burns hot, but quickly. It was gone by evening with just a dull headache remaining.
And now I read what Mr. Ipsissimus edited on Chapter 4 (I got Chapter 3 done before I left) and I'm feeling like he was a bit harsh at times. Feeling like my perky cheerleader turned into a stone-faced drill sergeant. Maybe this isn't a good night for book editing? Maybe this is a good night for new novel writing? I don't know - I'm in one of my discouraged phases. Guess I just need to jump in again with both feet and slog through it. I'm surprised (and touched) how many people have come out of the woodwork offering to help read and comment. Heck, I barely want to reread and comment on the novel and I wrote it. But the support does keep me slogging through this second draft so people can comment for the third draft. This should be a long, exciting summer!
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
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