I have been a busy little girl. Here is the quick update:
Mutually decided to get a divorce.
Three weeks later, moved to Phoenix.
Dating is crazy & weird & exciting & interesting.
New apartment with my friend/coworker/cousin.
Yeah so… that’s that! HaHa.
I finally feel settled in here. Everything is unpacked, I have some groceries, and a routine. So I can finally get back to work on my book. I admit that it has been neglected for the past couple months. Yesterday I researched conferences and workshops and I found one down in Tucson this coming weekend… debating making the trip and spending the money… I need to jump in!
As for the divorce… life is just crazy. I never thought I would be divorced… I mean, clearly you don’t get married if you think that’s going to happen. It could have been a lot messier… but it could also have been a lot easier. I doubt it has ever been an easy process for any couple. It gets complicated. Emotions are running high… you both have a lot of thoughts and feelings about it… and you’re clearly not communicating well or you probably wouldn’t be getting divorced! HaHa. All said and done… it was for the best. I’m sure we will get to a point where we can be friendly. I wish him the best and I know he does for me also. So that’s good!
Funny/crazy story to finish on… a man threw his drink in my face at the club last night! Yeah. Insanity. He grabbed my roommate and tried dancing on her and she turned and told him no… and he came at her like a crazy person! Like chest bumped/shoved her into a wall like he was going to fight her! So these other guys pushed him back and she started yelling at him. He kept trying to come at her and I was trying to push him back and he pushed me also in the process. Then he was behind his friend and I was yelling at his friend to get him the hell away from us… and these other random guys were like “What happened?!” And I said, “This mother—-er tried fighting my friend!” And he goes, “B****!” And threw his drink directly in my eye/face. Yeah. Cool.
I can’t even believe that it happeend! HaHa. Where do these people come from?
I feel my book running away from me. The first 18 or so chapters just came flying out of me without much editing going on at all. Now I’m getting all kinds of new ideas–whole chapters, entirely new characters!–that need to be worked in to the beginning chapters, but I’m still feeling on a roll with the latest chapters. Ugh!
Time for some backtrack editing, I think. I need to put the new stuff on pause and just work on getting everything added in to the beginning. I need some organization!
Writing a book is a messy process, and I don’t love messy processes. I like to have a plan laid out. I might not always follow the plan, but I still like to know it’s there. I’m finding that when I’m writing all plans go out the window. I’m finding that plans in general in life tend to go out the window. But like I said… I still like to know that they are there.
So, back to the drawing board we go!
I get downright angry when I read something in a book that I am using in my own (incomplete!) book. Because then by the time my book is fit to be published it will look like I used someone else’s idea! I can’t stand it.
Although realistically most ideas have been used and reused already. They just come in different packaging and have different details. Still… it upsets me to think I could be criticized simply because someone else had their idea published before mine.
Twenty-two chapters in, and I’m feeling more accomplished. Now that I’m so far into it I realize I have a ton of work left before the rough draft is finished, but I’m incredibly optimistic. The basic idea I began with has developed into something so much bigger, and not at all what I expected it would be in the beginning. I literally started this book with one sentence. I can’t remember where I was when I thought of it, but I feel like I may have been in bed. I wrote it down on the nearest piece of paper because I liked the way it sounded. Later I put it into a Word document, and started from there. It’s still the opening sentence to the book.
“The first time I saw a person die, I was ten years old.”
It’s such a simple sentence, but it’s become this monster in my brain I need to get out! In the best way possible. And it’s become something I never thought I would write. But here I am, writing it! Hopefully someday in the relatively near future someone will think that people would like to read it, and will publish it for all to enjoy (or not!).
Back to the book for me!