*winks wryly*
Another day of editing is planned. Fortunately, I have not reached the
slash and burn stage quite yet, although it is coming soon (like a thunderhead
in the west, all you can do is watch it lumber toward you and prepare to take
shelter when the tornado sirens sing).
To continue with the analogy (an analogy which is painfully trite and
common, but appropriate for a day in which I’m feeling a bit masochistic), once
the storm of cutting scenes is past and only destruction and half-standing
houses remain, it is the work of rebuilding I most fear.
Suring up the scenes that are left with fresh and potentially rushed
construction is never fun. If the hysteria I spoke of in last night’s post is
to come, it will come then…
Goody.
In other news, that requires no tired metaphors, I’m tickled to find
another of my novels (Torched, this time) has re-entered Ravenous
Romance’ Top Selling Ten. While I realize this tiny little jolt to my ego is
fleeting and probably silly, I’ll enjoy my pleasure where I can take it on a
soggy morning such as this.
I’m not sure if I’ve mentioned this before, so I’ll mention it again. I
have joined not only Romance Writers of America, I have also joined my first
chapter of RWA. Rainbow Romance Writers is a home for we purveyors of lgbt
romance.
So, two professional organizations I now claim membership in… that
probably shouldn’t make me feel quite as proud as I do, but, again, I’ll take
it with a childish grin.
I believe I’ve babbled enough for this morning. I don’t know if I’ve
added to or taken away from the gray of the day, but at least I’ve done
something… Some days, that’s all a writer can ask of themselves.
Until tonight…
Chloe
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