Work work work
May 31, 2003 Writing
I promised my boss I’d get back to work this weekend. She knows I’m gnawing away at this book project (she’s already given me feedback on the sample chapter) but maybe I ought to actually get some useful work done for her sometime, eh?
A bunch of you very kindly offered your help; thanks very much! The critiques are drifting in and it’s interesting to read them. People are all very nice (maybe my previous post scared them a little) and helpful. Some of you like stuff that others of you didn’t, which is how it usually goes. But I am getting a better idea of how to pull in my meandering and tighten things up.
I write like I think: “I was walking down the street, the street that’s next block over, which reminds me. Have I told you about our neighbor on that street? How his dogs bark at all hours? Well, they do and that always sets Peanut off. Peanut, she’s so crazy! I taught her how to beg and now she does anytime anyone looks at her. She’s such a treat whore! Ha! Yeah, so, what was I saying? About the street? Oh, that’s right, so I was walking down it and my shoes were hurting. These shoes. No, not those shoes. Those are the shoes Mart sent me, aren’t they cute? And they have a heel! I haven’t worn a heel since I got married, I think. Did I tell you about the outfit I wore when I got married?”
Train of thought. Yup, mine always takes the long way around.