I Cried Uncle Elizabeth Last Weekend!

Uncle Elizabeth was the name of a cat from this movie.

A new twist on a tired phrase. You know, when you finally give up because either you're over matched, under trained, outwitted, outfoxed or just simply banging two bricks on your head in a futile attempt at making music. I suppose I could say, "I cry Auntie!" but really, does it mean the same thing? Does it have the same oomph as Uncle?

I think not.

Memorial Day weekend. I decided to spend some quality time in catching up on my writing. So I did. Problem was that the further along I got with my writing, the more I realized that the passion/motivation/spark simply wasn't there anymore for my current project, Dandelion Tears. So after I got done transcribing 8 handwritten pages to my computer, I reluctantly took the floppy (yes, I still use those things) out of the driver and put it away. I took the hard copy (all 90+ pages) and stuck it in my purple bin of trunk novels.

After I made everything all whitey tighty, I was left with the sticky problem of what to work on next. I mean, everything else that I had scattered about was in various stages of decompostion: a couple of novels, a few novellas, a longish short story, and three or four short stories.

So after giving it a lot of thought, I took out the incomplete full length version of Betrayed! to work on. I dusted off the floppy, checked the date the last time that I'd actually worked on it (2009) and made preparations to retype all 11 chapters, and possibly find a way to use the chapbook as an outline to finish the novel.

However, after shutting down my computer for the early evening break (I use my computer in two hour spurts), I thought about the task that lay ahead of me: lots and lots of rewriting and eventually trying to find a way to incorporate the chapbook into the final version of the novel without making the novel look like I was simply phoning the last part in.

Conclusion? No f'n way did I want to go through that aggravation at this particular point in my writing adventure.

So back to the purple den of inequity went the novel. To replace that novel, I took out the novel that I'd originally put aside in January 2010 when the spark of Line 21 hit me.

A Lascivious Limbo

I spent Memorial Day enjoying the hot steamy weather re-familiarizing myself with the book. I did some general editing, a tiny bit of brainstorming for a character name change, and believe it or not, I found myself becoming quite interested in seeing what was going to happen next.

To refresh your memory on what this book is all about, please click here.

In any event, I got a new project to work on. Well, not really new since I put the thing aside almost a year and a half ago, but it's something that looks like I'll be motivated to work on again. The best part is that its about three-quarters finished, so all I got to do is write a couple of key scenes and tidy up a few loose ends.

Sometimes writing what you need, instead of writing what you want, isn't the be all to end all. If you write what you want, you'll find that your stress and aggravation levels will have one less thing to feed off of.

Now if I only could get motivated in reformatting Line 21......