Yet Another Writers NIght Out

Cherri Galbiati and I went out for our weekly writer's night out last night, and it went pretty good. Cherri is still recovering from the Death Flu that I gave her a couple of weeks ago, but since I've already had it I wasn't worried. She's feeling better, but we both still have hacking coughs so we wheezed our opinions on the writing world at each other on this particular evening. Much was discussed, mainly on the matter of books morphing as you write them.

See, some writers write with strict outlines and already have the skeleton of the story finished before they set down and start writing the book. Cherri and I aren't that type of writer. We're that other type that have a vague idea what the story is all about, with a few clear mental images of scenes here and there. Then we string those scenes together and see if we end up with the book we started out with. Don't try this at home kids...we're professionals.

Also, I slept in way to late this Sunday and there is no way I would be able to fall to sleep at a decent time. So I'm just going to stay up Sunday night and write. Hopefully I can get enough done to get a little "ahead." There really isn't such a thing, but it feels good pretending there is.

We also discussed the difficulty of just focusing on one book. It gets really irritating when you've decided to put all other projects aside and focus on just that one story...and then all the ideas that start popping into your head are about every story but the one your working on. Heck, last night I had an idea for a shelved project called Daguerrotype, and it has been shelved a year.  Sheesh, I just need to get my muse to shut the hell up about all this other stuff and help me buckle down and finish Argiope. I want to have the first draft done in January.

So I have a goal.

Yay, me!