After a lovely weekend in which we celebrated Piemas (the holiday when everyone sits around and eats pie), I’ve decided to try to update a little more in the coming weeks. Unfortunately, there are two stumbling blocks: I’m currently composing a first draft — and we’ve seen how well I do with blogging first drafts — and BRAWL will be giving me comments on a novel manuscript at the end of the week. Or, more accurately, they’ll be handing me a heap of shredded pages and some very kind but adamant critiques. Funny, but the closer I get to the crit session, the more I’m convinced that this draft really wasn’t up to snuff, and I’m going to get my butt kicked for it.
Of course the next step is to remove butt from floor, dust off, and revise — but waiting for that kick is a little annoying.
In the meantime, though, I’m planning to post a bit this week, probably on research and structure. Between that and this first-draft work, I might be able to keep my mind off the crit.
And I should make more pie. Because pie is always good. Sometimes strange (the margarita pie? the “liquid pie” cocktail from a few years back? the rabbit-and-crayfish pie with crayfish sticking out of the top?), but always good. Even if I’m just regarding it from a distance (those crayfish were looking at me funny, I swear).