My Brain Is Toast. The White Kind That’s Not Good For You.
Thanks so much for everyone who chimed in on Tuesday's post on what you do and don't want to see in your fiction. Loved all the different view points.
I finished my book, Save the Date. In case you think this is a romance, it's not. It's a spy thriller about the dangers of spoiled milk.
I was talking to some writing friends last week, and most of them said something to the effect of, “I get sad in the end. I don't want to leave my characters.” How do I feel? Have you ever had company come and stay with you and they wouldn't go home, and you just wanted your house back, and you wanted to walk to your kitchen in the morning without worrying what your hair looked like or if you had a bra on? Yeah, that's how I feel about finishing up a book. GET OUT OF MY HOUSE.
And then comes editing, and I just hate my story and my characters more. This isn't special for any book. It's every book. I could unknowingly write a freakin' Pulitzer and I would still hate the book. It's not until much, MUCH later, after the book and I have had some significant time apart that my feelings grow into something closer to love. And when I say love, I mean “I think I can tolerate you sitting on my shelf now.” Because I never love my own books. I love other people's books. That's why I buy them. And not my own. Because that would just be weird.
So today I'm going for my “I'm done with a book” massage. I will lie there while the masseuse says, “You're really tense and knotted up. Did you know that?” And I will say….”Oh? Huh.” And I won't explain. Because after my deadline writing frenzy, I'm on a word ban. And talking–that involves words. And yes, I had to Google the difference between lay and lie to complete this paragraph. And I have Ben and Jerry's chocolate brownie ice cream on my sleeve. And I now know you cannot lick that stuff off. But tomorrow is another day…
So how will I spend the rest of my Spring Break?
1. Rewriting/tweaking/editing this book so that it resembles something that might make sense. To look at it now, you'd assume I wrote it in Pig Latin.
3. DMV (aka peek at hell) for a new license plate. Because mine is apparently SOOOO 1999.
I also watched American Idol for the first time since the opening weeks. NOW I know why I kept hearing Bowersox, Bowesox, Bowersox. That girl is awesome. Miley was the musical mentor of the week. That was…interesting. Did you see her perform? Girl should not head bang. I just want to say, first of all, you don't do it right. Second, your music is not head banging material! Are you serious? And Demi Lovato can really sing. I didn't know. So who are you guys pulling for? And is it just me, or is Kara starting to be the stronger judge? It's weird. I feel WRONG inside for thinking that way. But Kara, you make sense! Simon is so done, isn't he?
By the way, my girl Amy of Backseat Writer, a great spot for reviews and entertainment info, turned the big 3-0 this week. I don't know what that's like, but I hear it can be sheer bliss. Stop on by her blog and wish her a BIG ol' happy birthday HERE. And she's also being very un-birthday like and giving away a HUGE giveaway of prizes. You are gonna want in on that.
Have a great weekend.