So, I’m trying to write a sequel. It started off great, and now I’m stuck. I’ve been going to a weekly writers group and a few of them say I give too much back story away too soon, but then I have other people say I don’t give enough back story away soon enough… and I’ve had people say: Hey, I think you’ve found the perfect balance.
I am trying to stop myself from revising every time I read back through the work to figure out where I am. Too much revision keeps you from finishing anything, or makes a 6-month project turn into a six-year project. It took me four years to write the first one, I do NOT want to take that long for the sequel. I gave myself a 3 month goal. I think I can do it, if I could just get over this sticky patch.
I’m actually outlining to see if that can help me out. We’ll see.
Okay, now it’s rant time. The security alarm in my apartment still doesn’t work and guess what it decided to do ALL day and ALL night last night? Chirp! Chirp-chirp-chripity-chirp chirp! Chirp! Chirp! CHIRP! Chirp! Chirp.
Did I sleep? No.
Did I have to get to work early this morning? Yes.
I called the complex and they gave me a code that is supposed to make it stop.
If it doesn’t work ye all shall see me on the news.
I’m kind of tuckering out on motivation too. I told myself with my grandmother being so sick I should really try harder so that she will get a chance to enjoy it, but I just have no pep. Sorry about the alarm, too. I totally understand. I called my dad when mine kept going out all night and he helped me disconnect the darn thing!
The apartment complex must be hip to people just pulling the power on the thing to make it shut up. They’ve screwed the wireless plug to it into the socket. So, late the other night I was like: I’m just gonna rip the power plug out of the wall. Surprise! I hope to hear that your grandmother is feeling better soon.