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Guys, it is GORGEOUS out right now.
Seriously, I used to be a traditionalist about clothing, but in my mellow old age today is one in which we bust out the boyfriend shorts and flannel shirt in tribute to my early 90s childhood.
Also, I've figured out what is wrong with the Archivalists. Basically, after nailing that fourth attempt at an opening for it, I went back and wrote the rest of the book like the openings I'd come up with earlier. It needs to be darker, with more locks on the doors, and tougher life conditions for the girls.
I need my heroine to be able to get a lighter out and flaming before a gentleman gets his own, to flirt with him. To be able to pull off that gesture.
...this is literally the scene-idea that caused my epiphany about what I was doing wrong the last 50 pages. My brain works SO WEIRD.
I don't know how long I'm going to be able to hold off Vigilants--I wrote the first couple of pages Saturday, but I know I have to get a bit more knowledge of what I'm doing for the alternative history song-and-dance I decided to throw in instead of learning about the real New York City.
:hello shameless:
Lastly,
I wrote a poem.
It's been a while, actually.
Any notes on it are welcome!
Seriously, I used to be a traditionalist about clothing, but in my mellow old age today is one in which we bust out the boyfriend shorts and flannel shirt in tribute to my early 90s childhood.
Also, I've figured out what is wrong with the Archivalists. Basically, after nailing that fourth attempt at an opening for it, I went back and wrote the rest of the book like the openings I'd come up with earlier. It needs to be darker, with more locks on the doors, and tougher life conditions for the girls.
I need my heroine to be able to get a lighter out and flaming before a gentleman gets his own, to flirt with him. To be able to pull off that gesture.
...this is literally the scene-idea that caused my epiphany about what I was doing wrong the last 50 pages. My brain works SO WEIRD.
I don't know how long I'm going to be able to hold off Vigilants--I wrote the first couple of pages Saturday, but I know I have to get a bit more knowledge of what I'm doing for the alternative history song-and-dance I decided to throw in instead of learning about the real New York City.
:hello shameless:
Lastly,
I wrote a poem.
It's been a while, actually.
Any notes on it are welcome!
