We have had an amazing work week. Problem is I wish there were more hours in the day or that I were a faster crit reader. Because with reading, networking, eating and working from 10 to almost 5 each day, there hasn't been much time to write. Today we got out at around 3, so I was finally able to sit down with all my notes for Helen and Ciera's story and combine them with all my class notes on plot. I've been scribbling scenes and ideas, trying to figure out motivation, change, and how to increase tension. Dialogue? Well, that's still an issue. But then I sat down and re-edited the opening for Naamah's Ark and it looked pretty good, felt like I might know where I'm going. To some unknown planet in some unknown star system in some unknown amount of years. But that's actually part of the story. Really. It's not because I haven't done my worldbuilding. No, that's all full of apartment swapping and a crazy computer system and handmaidens. Or something like that.
Felt good to actually write and feel confident as I was doing it. As opposed to floundering around.
And Miss E told me on the phone tonight that I was to stop eating chocolate. So I could lose weight and not get as fat as Santa Claus. My roommates are making me eat chocolate. It's not my fault. Really. We're starving up here on the mountain. And it's coyote eat coyote. And the chocolate was just sort of there in a moment of weaknesses. Maybe three or four moments.