On the Writing Front
VIRTUOSITY Revisions: ACCEPTED!!! I’ve been sweating bullets over my new ending, but my editor loved it (thank you, Anica!) and the manuscript has been sent to copyediting. Whatever that is. Or maybe I should say wherever that is. Maybe there’s a whole copyediting land with unicorns and cupcakes and free massages. Hmmm, if so, I hope I get sent to copyediting someday… (I’m not sure if I actually need to explain that I do have some idea of what copyediting entails or not. Guess I just did.)
So just when I thought I could stop checking my email four times a minute, Anica told me they were having an open casting call for the cover model, and that if she’s allowed to, she’ll send me a picture of the girl they choose! Back to refreshing the inbox. I really hope my Carmen doesn’t have a snaggletooth and a monobrow.
The WIP. I have got to name this thing so I can stop calling it that. I’m rewriting, because apparently that is what I do. My writing process needs some serious tweaking, but I’m not sure how to fix it. I guess I write books by writing 80,000 words, then realizing I’ve finally found out who my character really is, but that isn’t the same person she was at the beginning of the book, and her story needs to be different too. So I rewrite the book. Totally. It’s not that I don’t outline. I just have to get to know her really well, the same way you get to know a real person, and that takes me a long time. Maybe for the next book I’ll do some intensive Daniel Day Lewis style become-my-character-for-a-week instead. Seriously, that would be easier. Let’s hope it’s not a book about a serial killer.
Ode to Watching TV with my Husband
I hate COPS. The show, not actual police officers—I like them just fine. I’m watching the show right now because I like to be in the same room as my husband in the evening after the kids are down. Hard to say whether or not this counts as quality time together or not.
Anyway, I hate the show. At first it’s hilarious (I mean, are people really that stupid?), but then you realize yes they are, and what you’re watching is happening all over America, that there are thousands and thousands of huffers/DUI-ers/wife beaters/tranny prostitutes getting arrested right now. And that’s sad. Then you realize there are way way more out there not getting arrested right now. And that’s scary.
I prefer it when he watches Telemundo. I don’t speak Spanish, but I get significantly more out of it than ESPN, which is the other go-to.
Clearly, I need to reclaim the remote.
Why I Don’t Reclaim the Remote
I’d much rather make fun of his shows than listen to him make fun of mine.