One of things I always do when writing alone and that’s even more crucial when collaborating is google for pictures. It’s not enough to know that the Blue house is a big blue house, I need a picture of it with floorplans. It’s not enough to know that Vince gets Anemone to help him find a ring Liz will like (Liz is not a jewelry person), I need to find a picture with a price ($2500). It’s not enough that there’s an abandoned factory that’s the setting for a lot of action, I need pictures.
Bob sighs and says, “This stuff can look like anything we want.” No. I need pictures. Such as:
I have no life outside of writing and cleaning out the house, but I love the sunny days of summer and even more the cool nights. Well, sort of cool, I took the dogs out at midnight last night and it was 75F. I thought about sleeping in the front yard but the dogs weren’t for it, they’re old and they like their pillows, so we went back inside. And I watched more Bargain Block which is ridiculously addictive. And then I overslept so this post is horribly late. Really sorry about that.
What made you happy this week?
We were just getting started on One in Vermillion when Bob knocked something liquid into his computer, so he’s out today, buying a new one. Which is good; I think he was getting stir crazy.
Enough about us. Here’s your free play post, do with the comments what you will.
(You do realize that all posts here are free play posts, right?)
I read nothing but the books I’m working on and some newspapers. I know, I’m ashamed of myself.
What did you read this week?
Yesterday, we started One in Vermillion. And once we get done with that, we’ll start rewrites from the beginning with Lavender, but still, I will remember this as the summer I did nothing but make stuff up and type with a guy I haven’t seen for fifteen years. We’re taking tomorrow off because Bob wants to go biking which I completely understand, and I need to . . . do so many things I can’t even list them. But we have the start of a plot, which is good, and we’ll find out what this book is about as we write it, which is normal. I don’t think we could ever do this again, but I’m so happy we’re going this fast this summer.
So what did you do this week?
And the first draft of Rest in Pink is done.
I know, we’re amazed, too. It still needs work, but we have a truck draft (a draft that’s complete and good enough to publish if we get by a truck). Bob wants to rewrite a scene and write a new one for the end, but he nailed the action ending, something I am not good at so he is a GAM as far as I’m concerned.
And I’ve finished two books so far this summer. I know, WE’ve finished two books, Bob and I, but it’s been so long since I got to the end of a book, let alone thought, “YES! That’s how this should end,” that I am positively giddy. There was a whole list of niggles to take care of, but I knocked a lot of them out last night:
Five Button Jeans
Sex scene (for the three beat)
Running up that hill: Umbrella for Anemone
Anemone puts the money in her account.
And now we move on to One in Vermillion, which I still want to call Yellow Brick Roadkill, but Bob does not. Sigh. This is collaboration.
I know we’re not nearly as bad as Europe–so sorry about that!–but it’s in the nineties here and I’m broiling. I like working outside, but ten minutes in that heat and I come back in and bask in the cool air roaring through the window AC. I need to put a second one it, too. It’s July. I cannot imagine what August is going to bring.
Air conditioning. I appreciate Shane even more now.
What made you happy this week?
Bob and I are having a discussion.
At the moment, we have solved it with this:
“I’m a ghostwriter. I go where my clients are.”
“And your current client is here?”
“Anemone? No, she’s in Chicago, which is why I must go there as soon as possible.”
“Who again?” he said.
“Anemone Patterson.” There was no recognition on his face, so I went on. “Anemone. Ah nem oh knee. Very famous woman.”
“It’s a very beautiful flower,” I said in her defense. “And also a predatory sea creature. She’s very aptly named.”
He let that one go. “So what are you doing back here?”
I thought it wasn’t necessary to put the pronunciation in there, but he had no idea how to say it. And it does matter that readers know how to pronounce it in their minds.
So do we need that in there?
I was really pleased to find a book I could recommend this week, light and fun, until I got three quarters of the way through and saw a Big Misunderstanding looming. So I skipped ahead to the last chapter and yes, there was our heroine alone and devastated but wait! here comes a public declaration of love from her one-and-only.
Did you read anything good this week that did not have a Big Misunderstanding, let alone a Public Declaration of Love? Or anything good period? Please tell us. Please.
I am writing. Also taking out the trash, making freezer meals, scrubbing floors, and trying to install an air conditioner.
What did you do this week?