July 26, 2000
D-Day: Two Days
I finished my last chapter last night. I was very pleased at how it turned out. Of the three stories I wrote for this book, I think three of them are extremely good, and the fourth solid if not earthshattering. The worst of the four was the hardest to write. The characters just weren't talking to me. I could tell when I was writing that it wasn't as good as the others. The last one though, the one I finished last night, I knew it was good. I told Brand just as I was finishing it, "I nailed it. I knew it when I was writing it."
I feel very conceited writing that. It may be that my editor will disagree with me completely and hate everything we're sending her. I don't know. I can't argue too loudly with that feeling of having nailed it though. It's difficult to describe. It was just this rush of utter confidence that made me go "YES!" after I wrote the last sentence. It's that same confidence that makes me want to send bits and excerpts to everyone I know and say, "Look! Look what I did! Isn't that cool? I did that!" Fortunately, I've managed to control that urge a little.
I did send one of the stories to my Changeling group, the very first one I wrote. The story itself deals with a family that belongs to essentially a guild of geisha, although the main character is much closer to a prostitute than a geisha. When Dawn read it, she admitted that she kept stopping and thinking, "Lisa wrote this?" Unfortunately, she wasn't thinking that because of how awesome my writing was, it was more the subject matter. I don't know why, but that just made me grin. I mean, it's not like I wrote anything pornographic, or even necessarily erotic. Since all of the characters in the story took the main character's profession for granted, it was all very matter-of-fact. Still, it made me grin when Dawn commented that reading another author writing about a similar subject wouldn't even make her think twice, but since it was me, someone she's known since I was thirteen, it threw her. Of course, now I'm worried about what my mom will think.
I got Max groomed yesterday. I have a stressed out, neurotic kitty. I'm afraid leaving him at the vet's all day was a bad idea. On the positive side, however, he smells wonderful and looks and feels much more like his old self. Now if he would just stop losing his fur...
So. I'm apparently going to Indiana this weekend for James' Vampire LARP. Of course, we haven't crossed paths at all this week so I haven't verified any last-minute details or anything. I still have no idea what my character is going to wear or what she'll act like, and that makes me nervous. I feel like I'm about to open in a play and I haven't learned my lines. Which, honestly, is not too far off from what the situation is. Gack. I just realized my character doesn't even have a name yet. Well. I have a bit of work to do, I see.
Posted by Lisa at July 26, 2000 02:11 PM
