So I have lamented about the post first draft jitters, the beginning of the book doubts, and now we get to the meat of writing a novel: the middle of the book blues. It never fails to happen to me and I know the reason, I do not plot like I did when I first started off so long ago. I used to write extensive plot outlines chapter by chapter and scene by scene with dialogue. In fact, I would not start writing until I plotted the whole thing. About ten years ago my plot outlines became more bare bones and so with each book, as soon as I get to the middle of the first draft, I freeze. I guess I get more excited about the premise of a book than what is going to happen at the middle or the end and I just start writing. I always have some idea of what is going to happen at the middle and the end, it’s the how, how to get the characters to through the middle and to the end that gets me muddled.
BTW, while writing this post I damn-near burned down the house boiling eggs for my lunch salad tomorrow! It smells like burnt ass in here.
Anyway, its about this time that I go to the journal for Leda and the Swann, a lovely purple book with gold lettering in the form of Poe’s signature. When I picked it out, I was inspired. Now I don’t want to go near the thing. I’m feeling lazy about working out the plot for this novel.
It’s so very easy to get distracted from writing.
I have forty-five hours of professional development to get done so I can become a certified teacher in Texas. I need to call my auto finance company because I’m a payment behind. The Halloween decorations need hanging. Zoe is fighting yet another ear infection and I need to treat them. It’s 10:36 and I have to wake up at 5:45 in the morning. My house smells like burned eggs. The grading period is over and grades are due. I volunteered to organize the school library.
I did scribble a few pages of notes today, so I’ll have to be satisfied with that.
Here are some pictures of Zoe’s fifth birthday…and I finally put some pictures of Zeus