La Vie Boheme

Back on track

I got back to work on The Exile's Daughter today after a two day break--unplanned. The rejection on Sunday shook me up pretty bad, but I responded by sitting down Sunday afternoon and writing what is arguably the best short story I've ever written. I'm letting it mellow for a little bit before I start sending it out. It's mainstream fiction, so that means I have a whole new batch of market research to do for it.

The fall Minions retreat has been planned for the first weekend of October. Frighteningly enough, that may be the weekend I finish the first draft of this beast. There will be much rejoicing, believe me.

In other news, I made myself cry while writing today. I think that means the scene worked.

*presses back of hand to forehead*

I feel dramatic and melancholy all of a sudden. I don't know how else to describe it. Maybe it's the music--I'm listening to some pretty mournful stuff while trying to write the aftermath of the Very Bad Things that happened last chapter.

I dunno. Ever have a movie moment? You know, where you feel like you should be standing on the edge of a cliff somewhere overlooking the ocean with the wind blowing through your hair as you stare pensively at the horizon while the music swells behind you?

Okay, maybe it's just me.

I'm not sad, necessarily. Solemn, maybe. Whatever the mood is, I'm too caught up in it to write, which was the point of all this mood music anyway. It's pissing me off. Maybe I overdid the music a bit. Hm.