Okay, sorry AGAIN for the delay between posts! To say that life is a little crazy is a bit of an understatement. I’ve been writing a bunch (and doing a bunch of things I haven’t yet had a chance to write about) on 101 Achievements, and sitting on the back steps of my house, trying to find where I should start on tearing up my yard to make some functional gardens (which has so far been so overwhelming that I am literally just sitting in the backyard and staring).
So obviously, my book, and my writing blog, and my general Carrie-Bradshaw-esque existence has been pushed to the backburner (except for the Carrie Bradshaw parts about going out to eat and reading fashion magazines – those, I’ve been pretty consistent about).
Which brings us to today, to a place where I do not live, with my little red sidekick.
Through dangers untold and hardships unnumbered, I have fought my way here to the hotel beyond the City of Pittsburgh to take back the novel that I have forgotten about.
Yeah. That’s about it: I took myself on mini-holiday so I have no excuse to not sit around and WORK ON MY BOOK. (And play in the woods. I’m going to do some of that tomorrow, too.)
I don’t know what it is about a change of pace, a change of scenery. There’s something about being in a hotel room, or on a train, that clears my mind a little. I think it’s because I can’t think about dusting, since there’s someone who comes in to do that every morning for me.
So, I thought I’d actually dust off this blog (haha, see that agents? I’ve got transitions DOWN TO AN ART) and tell you my goals for this little trip:
~ Write a real knock-out of a synopsis.
~ Prepare about five queries to go out in the week.
~ Think really hard about what my business card is going to say for the blogger conference in two weeks.
~ Play in the woods.
~ Take my dog to the beach.
~ Nail the first chapter with a finesse that will surprise even me, the author.
~ Try out some new coffeeshops.
~ Find a wicked good Casear salad.
~ Read a few more chapters in Born to Run
I have somehow managed to snag the most majestic hotel room desk for the purposes of this trip. Behold:
I have Yelped my coffeeshops beforehand, and I have MapQuested the state park I’m going to visit. I brought a jug of water, two bottles of wine (a Zin and a Malbec, since I know you’re wondering), and a whole load of poo bags for Miss Lucy. I also made a list of first sentences and paragraphs from my favorite YA books (and other, less-favorite, but massively-successful ones as well), to help me figure out what my first sentence needs to ZING.
And I promise I won’t use buzzwords like ‘zing’ anymore, unless I start writing Batman comics.
Wish me luck. I’ll be sure to update again about the progress (because blogging is an excellent distraction from the writing I’m *supposed* to be doing).