sitting in the noble ready to edit. no music on headphones in. need to give off the right impression. now i just need some inspiration

Just completed the last of my 2nd draft edits for Act 1 of my novel. The last two pages were a bit half assed as one of the edits was “more running, more panic, more stuff’ but the point is its done. 

Now comes the fun part of retyping all of this as my drop box account saved only non writing files because my life is filled with first world problems.

Camp Nano

With the start of camp nano tomorrow I have set up my goal for the month. I would like to have 15k put into my 2nd novel and finish the hand edits to the 1st novels first act. I think that’s reasonable.

One of those weird moods where I just cant get myself into my writing. I have a good word count for the day, it just feels meh…

The plan for the rest of the night: edit until i cant think, read until I can’t see, then watch a movie until I fall asleep

I have literally spent hours of this day trying to figure out if this short story I wrote is to dark for the humor section, to edgy for the children genre, to silly for the suspense magazines, or to childish for the general fiction. I don’t have a single idea where to send this.

Well… I’m going to throw up. My thumb drive with all my novel and story writings has broken in half and all of my info is gone. At least pretty much everything has been printed out, so I can recover things, and a few small projects have been saved elsewhere, but Camp Nano has just become ReTyMyNoMo (Re Type My Novel Month)

FUCK

Don’t even dare tell me “Well, this is what you get for not saving in a million places.” I KNOW. I just want to be upset about this for a little.

Having the biggest mental block in editing.

Woke up at 2 thinking it was 8. Now I’m at Starbucks enjoying my after noon, plugging away at novel edits. My plan: get chapter one clean and send it to my uber fantastic writing buddy, Kat.