Have another Max and Button outtake where they do nothing to move the plot or their subplot or develop character or do anything of worth or note. I don’t know what the hell I was thinking, but let’s look at the glass half full: It’s a blog post:
I crocheted by battery-powered lantern last night because we had a five hour power outage and I couldn’t get into Dropbox to get my work. I also couldn’t find my phone to take a picture of the crochet it was too dark too see. It was Hell, I’m telling you. Fortunately Margaret asked to see the old digital collage of Nita so I’ll show you that instead:
I’m spending too much time having fun with Max and Button. and not moving the story. So this scene has to go because it does absolutely nothing to advance the plot. Here you go, Argh, have an outtake from Act Three, which I am pleased to say is now 29,000 words which is close enough to the length I need. This scene died in a good cause.:
Krissie has gone home and I’m talking to the dogs again, but for five days. we talked books, mostly our work-in-progress books. We’d read drafts of each other’s books so we knew enough about them to talk about them, and we discussed different problematical aspects of each WiP, arguing over some points (she was right on some, I was right on others, bless Google how did we ever work without it?) and taking apart some ideas. It was tremendously helpful and now we have to get to final rewrites.
The Washington Post just did an article on some research that showed people are happier if they go somewhere that’s green, which Ellen Green already knew. I couldn’t agree more: Whenever I start to freak, I look out at the trees and feel better. Go sit in a park, Argh People, or your back yard if you have one. Green is good.
Also, it September first. Happy New Year! Oh, and also if you’re American, Happy Labor Day!
Today is the last day of August, which means it’s the eve of a new year. My years always start in September, my favorite month. The weather is perfect, there’s excitement in the air, and you can hear high school bands practicing in the distance. Also, that’s my birthday month, so yay me (waving to all you Virgos out there).
It’s also Trail Mix Day, if you want to be picky, but for me, it’s New Year’s Eve.
I’m reading Krissie’s work-in-progree (working title: “34th St. Time Travel”) and enjoying it tremendously (while I take apart the structure, of course). She’s reading the latest draft of Nita, while taking apart the characterization, of course.