Saturday, April 25, 2009

Back to the beginning

Just returned from the Storymakers conference. Made some new friends. Reconnected with old ones. And finally got to meet online friends face to face. It's so hard to come home. Not that I don't miss my family when I'm gone. I do. It's just that my writer friends understand the insanity. They know the angst of trying to come up with the perfect plot twist. And the thrill of finally nailing the perfect page of dialogue. They understand insomnia and revision headaches and wondering "Why, oh why, didn't I listen to my mom and become a lawyer?" They get these things. Because they have the same fear and doubt and insanity. They even understand how an entire bag of Dried Mangos can mysteriously disappear while writing one stupid paragraph! Okay, maybe they don't understand that.
--In my defense Dried Mangos are the best.

 (excluding chocolate


and Raffaello Almond Coconut Treats. 

I'm talking snacks that won't make my long runs feel like I'm dragging a bag of sand tied to my knees. 

What I'm trying to say is that it's so great to spend time with people who get me. Even if they're just humoring me. It always feels like the conferences end a little too soon. 

I was going to wait and post a music video on Monday, but since I am still flying high from eating gelato with Dean Lorey, Janette Rallison, Matthew Buckley, James Dashner, Eric Swedin and a bunch of other very cool writers and editors. (Shari and Karen, you missed out.) I just couldn't wait. For anybody who's ever felt alone in the world, here's to finding your bees. 

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So it's time to get to work on my revision. I've let my MS Cool for three weeks. I'm feeling a bit rusty and need to get cracking on it. Apparently, the concept I'm writing about is so last week. I hate the media's modern attention span. It's almost as bad as my own. 

So, I broke down and bought a new pair of Chuck Taylor's. For revisions, you know. Because you can't possibly write without shoes. Right?

*Ahem*

Actually, I've been feeling the need to slip more fully into my characters and wanted a pair of the coolest sneakers ever! Yeah I really don't need new shoes. But they are so in character with my book, I couldn't help myself. 

Anywho,

I guess it's time to get back to the beginning. Wish me luck. Send chocolate. I'm gonna need it. 

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Oh yes. One more thing. The very cool Ali Cross persuaded me continue the story voting. The current frontrunner is the Breakup Story. By one vote. So Don't stop commenting. I'm not sure if I want to tell that one, since I was the one humiliated. Oh, it was so bad. 

6 comments:

Melinda said...

It was a great weekend. I'm still dreaming about a pair of those for me. I may break down and get them yet.

Also, did we eat dried mango and chocolate or did you just post this very late at night?

Anyway. I think a good pair of shoes are imperative to rewriting, I really do. Unfortunately my characters wear weird shoes with really pointed shoes. I'm not getting those for inspiration, but I am going to the Renaissance Fair in Odgen. (I spelled renaissance right on the first try. It's a miricle.)

LOVED the gelato almost as much as the company!

I miss you already. Good luck with your revisions...

Kristi Stevens said...

Melinda, dried mangos are my pacing treat. You know, that food I gnaw on when I can't get the words right. I can't even count the amount of bags I've consumed this year. My preference would be for chocolate, especially dark, fine chocolate. Mangos are a safer alternative.

I love my shoes. They are so cute and cool. Like a yearbook entry. I hope they stay cute and cool all summer.

Jason Stevens said...

I'm still voting for the breakup.

And I love the shoes. They are SOOO Molly. And Kristi.

PS: I changed my blog address to stevenfoto.blogspot

I just pitched myself on your blog.

Julie Wright said...

How come no one invited me to gelato???? And dried mangoes rock my world. I totally get how they can disappear.

Julie Wright said...

mangos? mangoes? oy. Either way I need some.

Cindy Beck said...

Chuck Taylors! I didn't know they still called them that. :)

I'm still voting for all three stories.