My quote for the week:
“The difference between the right word and the almost right word is the difference between lightning and a lightning bug.”
Mark Twain, The Wit and Wisdom of Mark Twain
Reflections on my writing:
- I’ve always thought the cliche, “…want it so bad I could taste it,” sounded odd. I mean really – taste it? What does success taste like? And yet, I find myself wanting to get my writing to the next stage so badly the phrase almost makes sense. What fits my mood these days is, I want it so badly: “my skin crawls with the wanting, my gut churns with a potent mixture of self-doubt and anticipation and my head plain aches.” I’m not easy to live, and not proud of the fact.
- Within a few weeks I’ll hear how I placed in two competitions I’ve finaled in, and will get feedback from their judges.
- I’m letting the cozy novella I wrote steep, sharing a chapter at a time with my critique partner.
- And I’m working hard on the second book in my Romantic mystery/thriller series about Maggy Malone. My working title is Ain’t Misbehavin’ and the first act is coming on strong. It started with the image of the first murder. It popped into my mind and I couldn’t shake it, so I’m running with it. I like Maggy’s people. Keeping company with them as I write the first draft for the next few months will be fun.
- I’m working hard on the Scrivener course, meandering through its intricacies and holding fast to the pieces I like best. I’ll update you on my progress on Wednesday.
What I’m Reading
I’m working through the Cleo Coyle mysteries, cozies set in a New York city coffeehouse (On What Grounds is the one I’m reading right now). Tight writing, fun plot lines and a comfortable place to hang out. The last one I picked up on audiobooks and listen to it at night, when my eyes are too tired to read. On TV, PJ and I have been watching Phillip Marlowe tapes (from the library). Love the ambiance of “film noir,” and Raymond Chandler’s lines cut deep. Boy could he write.
I’ll leave you with a quote from his story, The Long Goodbye:
“To say goodbye is to die a little.”