Thank Goodness it's Not a Seahorse, or I'd Drown


Personal Notes: When talking on the phone odds are very, very good I am pacing or walking in circles. I'm not sure why, but I suspect it has something to do with my inability to hold still for much more than sleeping or reading. In fact, one of my husband's earliest memories of me involves my morning pacing session between rows of seats during eighth grade homeroom. Even our homeroom teacher remembers that.


Speaking of the husband, yesterday was our ninth anniversary. *big wicked grin* We won't get to celebrate for another week or two (schedules!), but when the clocked ticked over to Midnight into the 22nd he made sure to tell me getting to make a life every day with his best friend has been the most amazing experience. See, every once in a while he gets the whole 'romantic' thing just right. :D
I have started the first draft of Golden's chapter five, and some of the more detailed reader critiques for Silver have begun trickling in so I'll soon be faced with the question of whether or not I've done as right by the book as I possibly can. Have I? Am I being too picky? Or am I perhaps being just a bit chicken about it all, afraid of the guaranteed rejection that comes with submission like peanut butter and jelly? I want the book to be the best it can be of course, but how much is my fear affecting my judgement?

I'm giving myself one more pass of the manuscript in a couple of weeks. No more quibbling. After that it's sink or swim.

Anyone got some scuba gear I can borrow?




You Sneaky Brat . . .

Well, I can't deny that truth.

Stay tuned. In a few weeks my lovely compatriot Michelle and I will have something useful to enveil.

--Amethyst

P.S. Progress on Golden coming along, as it will.

The Weekness of Me

Personal Note: Uh . . . every time I fall in love with a product the makers of said product discontinue it. It's like I have a gremlin hiding in my bed that calls up manufacturers and tells them what variety of things I'm lovin'.

So, in the world of insane schedules I'm a bit of a lone adult again and apparently I am big on the puns and/or other wordplay with chapter titles this go around. So far in Golden we have:

  • Chapter One: Bad Dream Believer
  • Chapter Two: Floorplay
  • Chapter Three: Fake-n-Shake

I'm getting a little goofy, folks. And I think I'm going to keep tripping over myself until I write something more of a traditional outline, because while knowing what's going to happen, and even why it happens, is cool and all, knowing how it happens? Turns out it's at least a little important. And I need some sort of Amethystian brain chart to keep that all in place, because right now the cranium keeps splitting itself up all over the place for fear of losing some fun fact here or there.

FUN FACTS ARE NO FUN IF THEY EXPLODE YOUR BRAIN.

*mutters* Frackin' organization . . .