Back In The Saddle Again, So To Speak

Tonight I dug around my house and found all of my writing materials. I must admit, it was a search. I knew I had left all my stuff in a breast cancer shopping bag that I bought at Safeway for a $1.00 donation. I looked in my closet, I looked under my bed. I went outside and looked under the seats of my car. I found the breast cancer bag, but it was empty. I searched the garage, well as much as a quick glance around can be called searching and I asked my son if he had seen any of it. No luck. I was beginning to panic, so I went out to the garage again and did a slightly more thorough "search" and what do you know? I found it. In a completely different but exactly the same breast cancer shopping bag. Phew! I was sweating for a minute there.

So I sat down and pulled out all of my papers and started sorting through them. I found my printed out document for Jack & Carly and with it was a note from my friend Vera who I asked (over a year ago) to read what I had so far and give me her feedback. I did this knowing she would be brutally honest with me, she wouldn't spare my feelings. If it sucked, she would tell me, and that's what I needed. The good news? She said the only thing she hated about it was that it wasn't complete. *snoopy dance* She gave me a list of items that she either had questions or comments about. It's a good list. She caught things that I didn't pick up on and she caught things that I knew in my head and just didn't bother to share with the reader. Important stuff!

So tonight I sat down and went over her notes. I'm not going to tell you what they were because I'm vain and I don't want you to know what mistakes I made, I want you to think I'm BRILLIANT all by myself. Don't tell Vera. Going over her comments and questions had me looking over parts of the story that I hadn't remembered I wrote and questioning where sections were that I was pretty sure I had written. I guess I must have taken them out.....I dunno, but it got me back into the spirit of my story and I'm very psyched.

I have scenes running over and over my head. The characters are screaming to be heard and I can't type fast enough to keep up with them all. I have to remind them that I do need to sleep and work. Dammit.

So in the spirit of Jack & Carly and all that they mean to me I wanted to share with all of you that I am back in the saddle. Or maybe it's the computer chair, but either way I'm back on the write track again. Get it?