I am not in the habit of blogging, I had one a couple years ago and I can't even remember where or what it was called, I just have a vague recollection of musings on Emergency Poptarts. I can't find it, so you can see how unimportant it was. Fair warning, this blog may devolve into the inner-workings of my insane-in-the-membrane cranium, but I will try to keep it mostly on track.
In August I participated in the Mills & Boon Medical Fast-Track. Never in a million years did I think they would want to see more, so I entered for two main reasons:
1) I had never submitted my writing anywhere before and thought that it would be easier to wait a couple weeks to know whether I was anywhere in the vicinity of 'the right track,'
2) The letter of critique (even brief) from an editor so I could see what I was doing right/wrong seemed like too good a deal to pass up--had never had a crit on my writing before that.
As Ms. Shiela had posted that unfinished manuscripts were allowed, and because I had been waffling about what story to pursue on my own and between projects, I took this and ran with it. I sat down, plotted, planned and wrote the first 10 pages of chapter one, and a 2 page double-spaced synopsis and then sent that sucker in. I'm still rather shocked that they didn't say a peep about changes to story, and asked for the whole thing--which of course is not finished. So, I have been pounding the keyboard to try and get it done in between fretting that I won't be able to deliver the necessary quality material, and writing my New Voices entry chapter.
Now that NV chapter is up (Unlikely Aphrodite), I am back to the Medical, which is good because that story wouldn't shut up while I was trying to figure out my NV entry -- and it took a great deal longer than I would have liked to take form.
Since the Med is outlined, and I'm up to chapter 3/4 area, I am hoping to resume course and add another 10-15 pages per night. I aim high, since I'm a competitive maniac and if I can't compete with someone else, I must compete with myself. We'll see how that pans out, I'm slightly ADD. I swear I have never taken Ambien, but a week or so ago (while ineffectively writing), without really realizing I was doing it, I Googled the history of processed cheese slices and how they get into the plastic wrapper. Out-of-body-Googling is what I have dubbed it. I'm fairly certain this means I'm crazy. I guess it could have been worse, I could have realized I was eating those processed cheese slices.