Yes, I’m finished with my rough draft. Isn’t that nice? Or actually, isn’t that a piece of crap? My sister calls it her vomit version (which isn’t that far from the truth.)
Now that it’s finished, I’ve put it off to the side and it will remain like that until March. I want to give it a rest until I actually look at it once again to see just how bad it really is.
Right now the word count is a little over 92K words. No telling how much bigger it’ll get once I start doing the grand re-write.
Two days ago in the United States we celebrated the signing of a simple one page document that severed our ties politically with the United Kingdom. Today we celebrate by stuffing ourselves to the point of being sick and then waiting for dusk and darkness for the local fireworks display.
If that’s on the 3rd then the next morning we get up bright and early (for me it was dark and early) and head down to the downtown area of your town to watch the parade go by. My city has theirs starting at 9 AM and they told us to line up at, get this 7:30 AM. I’m like, WTH? I can understand an hour, but 7:30 was getting a bit ridiculous.
The group I was in had two vehicles and we had them ready long before it was time to load up. We sat there complaining over city hall and how sometimes they’re so anal about everything.
Now the fireworks I saw? Those were awesome! I go over to the next city for their celebration. The reason why is that my group finds seating that’s maybe 100 feet away from where they shoot off the fireworks. And then when they go off above you, they’re low (maybe around 1000 feet). So they end up so in your face that it’s the best thing ever! You don’t know fireworks until you can see them explode right above you.
You know, I always enjoyed music, especially band music. I’ve used all forms of classical music as white noise to help me in my writing. I think what’s interesting is that a lot of people I know who write are also involved in some form of music.
Tonight though was a different animal altogether.
I was listening to Wind and Rhythm tonight (a program that focuses solely on band music). This time they focused on jazz. Don’t get me wrong, I do like various forms of the distinctly American style of music, especially big band from the 1930s and 1940s.
This time it was soo distracting to me. I sat there on my couch looking at my current story. It makes me wonder if I should go ahead and turn off the radio while trying to weave my story.