Thursday, April 23, 2009

why i am not a builder of sand castles

Why gnaw you so your nether lip?—William Shakespeare, Othello

OH, this is one of those days where there just isn’t enough tea in the world, there isn’t enough coffee.

I did actually finish my work on Part Two last week, in a blaze of exhaustion and weary eyes last Wednesday. But after a half-week break, and then another half-week of chaos… I feel more than a little disconnected, disoriented. (Hence the cry for tea.) On to Part Three, this bear of bears that I rewrote last November.

I’m doing my usual torture-in-the-form-of-reading-old-drafts. Why do I do this, when it makes me feel so savage and wretched?

Because I’m terrified that some forgotten, brilliant scene or dialogue interchange or passage of description will slip past me into the Neverland of my computer’s recycle bin. Ugh. But is it worth the cost? Maybe not. Especially as it’s an enormous section, and rereading it is taking an age.

I am so much older than I was this morning.

But blogging and being grumpy isn’t much more fun than being grumpy on my own, so I won’t bore you with an extended rant. Still. Working through a massive old draft, all the while knowing that I’m just going to write it again from scratch? Sorta takes the heart right out of me.

And no, no, I never did go in for sand castles. Obviously.—jl

Posted by Jenn Langefeld on 04/23 at 10:02 PM
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the merry eggs of easter

I am so smitten with this year’s Easter dyeing (though I don’t think I can stomach another hardboiled egg, not for a few weeks at least…) But surely, this is the highest and best use of rubber bands.—jl

Posted by Jenn Langefeld on 04/23 at 09:55 PM
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