The revision of The Outlaw Bride is going along swimmingly. As I'm filling out the scene capsules I'm finding plenty of areas where I can cut things out or combine things to shorten it up. I'm glad I had a little over a month away from the book because it's made it that much easier to go in and look at it objectively, and breaking it down into scenes really helps let me see what is working and what isn't.
I'm hoping this will move along at a steady clip. I'm doing about 10 scene capsules every morning, which should have me done by end of this week / early next week, depending on if I get anything done this weekend or not. I have company coming this Saturday and Sunday. Maxx and her daughter are coming up for the big shopping extravaganza. Can't wait! Woo hoo! New clothes!
Am I the only one that still operates on a school year even though I graduated ooohhh say - good gawd - twenty years ago. Ack! Twenty years. Wow...when did that happen? I've now been out of school longer than I was in. And yet, I still think of the year as starting in September, not January. When I get geared up for projects, I'm always more focused to start something new in September. My new year's resolutions seem to happen as summer comes to a close, not after the haze of Christmas lifts and Baby New Year lets out a squall. And when I see the school supplies at Staples, I get down right giddy. And I hated school. But I loved getting ready for it. New clothes, thick new scribblers in an array of color, a supply of fine point pens, and don't even get me started on the joy of a brand spanking never used pink eraser. (Proof positive that I am a consummate planner...)
School was fun for me for the first week, but once the newness wore off and you had caught up with your friends, about the only thing I looked forward to were playing soccer, the intramural sports at lunch time, and writing funny stories for the school newspaper. I skipped almost as many classes as I showed up for, and most of the ones I showed up for I slept, daydreamed or wrote through. It's a wonder I made relatively high marks in most cases, proving my theory that one really can absorb through osmosis and that high school is way too easy.
But September is almost upon us again, and once again I am raring to go. I feel the urge to finish Outlaw Bride, jump into Desire & Brimstone, finishing half completed knitting projects, knit a few new blankets for Project Linus, workout every day, and of course, buy lots of new clothes.
Now that 20 years has passed, I look back on my time in school fondly. I still hate being stuck in a classroom. I get fidgety and antsy and can't wait to get out. Just like high school. But I miss seeing my friends every day and the drama and comedy that was high school life. Too bad we couldn't combine the freedom of youth with the wisdom of age. Oh wait...we can...it's called retirement. Sigh...another 20 years to go...
Unless of course I'm writing full time, in which case retirement will happen when I'm pushing up the daisies and not a moment before.