I must be the worst writer ever.
It's not that I can't write. I can, don't get me wrong. I just seem to have a terrible problem with attaining my personal goals lately. All I have to show for myself after this last week is a moderately thorough breakdown of chapter 11 for my current project. I guess that's what happens when you contract a nasty cold from Mississippi river area (I love spelling that word), and no solid deadline, and no one pestering me to "get it done." But I am glad to announce that most of my sniffles are gone, but it sure left a mark on my rather delicate respiratory system. The weather isn't much help either. 54 degrees in June? No matter. Once cured, I'm hitting the pool for some serious workoutage and maybe some material arts training in the fall, because I've always wanted to learn and it would be an excellent hands on opportunity to make my "hands on" combat more interesting in my little stories.
Update: None. I'm still where I was last week, mulling through the beginning of chapter 11. Could I be any lamer? Oh well. I'm planning to kick myself in the tush this week and produce something, or in other words, get it done! There's a new critique group in my area that I learned about recently. Would it hurt to be in two groups? I think I'll check it out and see how it goes.
I wish I had more to report on in regards to The Dragon's Heart being passed along and along towards NYC, but it could be months before any real news comes full circle. I'll keep you posted. I am excited, however, for the Orson Scott Card writer's conference in a couple of weeks. It's going to be a long two days, but I hope every minute of it will be influential, engrossing, and empowering.
Click back Thursday (or Friday) for more advice!
I'm David, and vambraces are awesome.