You’ve heard me rave about Critique Circle. I was on the website today and this caught my eye:
That sums up my life right now. My novel is written — finished. And now it looms before me like a filthy basement floor. That the cats have puked on and the dog has tracked mud on (at least I hope it’s mud) and is that a dead spider? Here sits this inexperienced author feeling like she’s armed with nothing but a toothbrush. Kinda like this:I mean, come on! Some bleach would be nice! Or at least a pair of latex gloves?
What? OH! That’s right! CAMP NANOWRIMO is just around the corner!!! YAY!!!
Laptop (with Scrivener)
Itunes (with all the LOTR music)
Notebook with a mess of notes about my story (maybe I should straighten out those notes)
The Emotion Thesarus
Fuzzy Tardis blanket
A stash of apples (to gnaw on when I hit plot holes)
A (bigger) stash of chocolate (to devour when I can’t get out of plot holes)
Favorite gel pens and a bunch of colored pencils… cause, hey, sometimes you need to put ideas down on actual paper
This April, armed with my determination, my inexperience, and a toothbrush/screwdriver, I will finally begin thorough re-writes. Basement floor, here we come.