Angela Verdenius's Blog - Posts Tagged "music"
New Book started - ARGH!!!
So I started the new BBW romance yesterday. Wrote nine pages. Liked the first three and am ditching the rest today and re-doing. ARGH! I hate when scenes start off good and then spiral downwards after a few pages - it means the characters are not working with the scene. *shaking fist in exasperation*
Nothing for it but to scrap those pages and start again.
I have to admit, writing those first few pages is so hard for me. Trying to introduce new characters and situations without:
1. hurrying them
2. dragging the scene out
Never mind. I fortify mysef with a Diet Coke *sipsipsip*, put on the music (just loving 'Let It Go' from Frozen (yes, you heard me right...the animated Disney movie), and AxeMan from Resident Evil Afterlife.
What? I hear you say. Isn't that two extremes? Hey, you're looking at someone who loves zombie movies like Dawn of the Dead and Resident Evil, and who proudly rents the latest Tinkerbell movie when it comes out!
Nothing for it but to scrap those pages and start again.
I have to admit, writing those first few pages is so hard for me. Trying to introduce new characters and situations without:
1. hurrying them
2. dragging the scene out
Never mind. I fortify mysef with a Diet Coke *sipsipsip*, put on the music (just loving 'Let It Go' from Frozen (yes, you heard me right...the animated Disney movie), and AxeMan from Resident Evil Afterlife.
What? I hear you say. Isn't that two extremes? Hey, you're looking at someone who loves zombie movies like Dawn of the Dead and Resident Evil, and who proudly rents the latest Tinkerbell movie when it comes out!
Writing & Hot Flushes
Writing and hot flushes...and if you thought that meant I was writing steamy sex scenes, you'd be wrong. (and I thought I was the only one with a dirty mind!)
Okay, you'd maybe be right >:-) but let's just split that title in two.
Writing - going well. Burning down the home run, getting ready to leap down the last few steps, call it what you will. I'm on the downward journey - meaning I reckon give it another two to four chapters and I MIGHT be finished Aaron's story!! Then, of course, once I do that it'll be re-reading and editing, but still...
It's cool tonight, 7:38pm Down Under in WA, not hot, not cold, got Sam Smith playing "I'm Not the Only One" and other love songs on the computer, (think Like I'm Gonna Lose You sung by Travis Atreo and War Paint sung by Kelly Clarkson and you get the idea of the playlist I'm writing to). Diet Coke on the desk, all is quiet outside, got the weekend off to write - perfect writing time.
Now the hot flushes. Peri menopause, anyone? Oh Lordy, the hot flushes! And the cold flushes! I kid you not - at night I get the full body hot flushes and spend all night throwing the one blanket on and off, the window sliding open and shut, the cats getting annoyed with me and shooting me glares over their furry shoulders in a silent WILL YOU FREAKIN' STAY STILL!!! To make it worse, during the day I get the hot flushes from the top of my head to my neck, combined sometimes with a cold flush down my arms that produces goosebumps big enough to use as speed humps, and my ears burn. So you get the (unattractive) picture of me.
I was told to try Promensil and assured by some workmates that it works wonders, but takes about 4 weeks to hit the system. I've had one packet and the flushes are burning me up. True, it has only been about 2 weeks. So I was at the chemist today about to buy the 30 tablet packet and happened to catch sight of a big-a***d packet of 90 tablets. So you guessed it - I went for the big-a***d packet.
Here's hoping!
Okay, you'd maybe be right >:-) but let's just split that title in two.
Writing - going well. Burning down the home run, getting ready to leap down the last few steps, call it what you will. I'm on the downward journey - meaning I reckon give it another two to four chapters and I MIGHT be finished Aaron's story!! Then, of course, once I do that it'll be re-reading and editing, but still...
It's cool tonight, 7:38pm Down Under in WA, not hot, not cold, got Sam Smith playing "I'm Not the Only One" and other love songs on the computer, (think Like I'm Gonna Lose You sung by Travis Atreo and War Paint sung by Kelly Clarkson and you get the idea of the playlist I'm writing to). Diet Coke on the desk, all is quiet outside, got the weekend off to write - perfect writing time.
Now the hot flushes. Peri menopause, anyone? Oh Lordy, the hot flushes! And the cold flushes! I kid you not - at night I get the full body hot flushes and spend all night throwing the one blanket on and off, the window sliding open and shut, the cats getting annoyed with me and shooting me glares over their furry shoulders in a silent WILL YOU FREAKIN' STAY STILL!!! To make it worse, during the day I get the hot flushes from the top of my head to my neck, combined sometimes with a cold flush down my arms that produces goosebumps big enough to use as speed humps, and my ears burn. So you get the (unattractive) picture of me.
I was told to try Promensil and assured by some workmates that it works wonders, but takes about 4 weeks to hit the system. I've had one packet and the flushes are burning me up. True, it has only been about 2 weeks. So I was at the chemist today about to buy the 30 tablet packet and happened to catch sight of a big-a***d packet of 90 tablets. So you guessed it - I went for the big-a***d packet.
Here's hoping!
Where am I with Ryan's Story...and Polly!
So I'm working on what I'm predicting to be the last two chapters. I know! I can't believe it msyelf! Honestly, with the issues I had with Ryan's story in the beginning, I truly thought this was going to be a brain-cruncher.
Well, it kind of has been in some ways, but the story has come to me much easier than I hoped. Mind you, this last two chapters has me dithering around LOL - not wanting to rush it or finish it too quickly. Sometimes beginning and ending a book are the hardest things to do. Starting interestingly and finishing satisfyingly.
So just wanted to update you all as to where I am at the moment.
Today is a day off my day job, it's 10:45 in the morning. I was up early, swept and mopped the floor, taken Polly (one of the cats) to the vet to get her teeth scaled and cleaned, done the shopping, put it all away, done the emails - now I'm settling in to write. Got Reba McEntire playing on the computer, along with some Elvis Presley, John Legend, Evanescence and some others. Diet Coke by my elbow, Evie (the naughty cat) causing havoc somewhere - I'll have to check what she's up to in a minute, that little turkey could be up to anything - and then I'm settling down to write for the rest of the day - apart from picking the cat up again when the vet rings to say she's ready!
Ah yes, Polly was a grumpy bum this morning. No breakfast (the horror of it!) and shut into Mum's room so she couldn't do a runner under my bed. Interestingly, have you ever noticed when a cat knows it's going to the vet that they seem to kind of melt onto the quilt? You literally have to tunnel your hand under them to lift them up and they kind of flop each side of your hand. It's like they're Velcroed to the bed. And dead weight? Polly was both. Amazing, simply amazing. But I managed to peel her off the bed with a bit of grunting (on my part) and foul looks (on her part) and got her into the basket. I got a phone call from the vet nurse a few minutes ago to say she'd fractured her canine and could they remove it? This is an indoor cat, how the heck did she manage to fracture her canine tooth? Anyway, the tooth's coming out (poor baby) and she'll come home on pain killers. Geez, when I'm not nursing people at work, I'm nursing furries at home!
Okay, enough waffling, I'm going to hit Ryan now. I mean hit the computer. I mean start writing. Geez...
Well, it kind of has been in some ways, but the story has come to me much easier than I hoped. Mind you, this last two chapters has me dithering around LOL - not wanting to rush it or finish it too quickly. Sometimes beginning and ending a book are the hardest things to do. Starting interestingly and finishing satisfyingly.
So just wanted to update you all as to where I am at the moment.
Today is a day off my day job, it's 10:45 in the morning. I was up early, swept and mopped the floor, taken Polly (one of the cats) to the vet to get her teeth scaled and cleaned, done the shopping, put it all away, done the emails - now I'm settling in to write. Got Reba McEntire playing on the computer, along with some Elvis Presley, John Legend, Evanescence and some others. Diet Coke by my elbow, Evie (the naughty cat) causing havoc somewhere - I'll have to check what she's up to in a minute, that little turkey could be up to anything - and then I'm settling down to write for the rest of the day - apart from picking the cat up again when the vet rings to say she's ready!
Ah yes, Polly was a grumpy bum this morning. No breakfast (the horror of it!) and shut into Mum's room so she couldn't do a runner under my bed. Interestingly, have you ever noticed when a cat knows it's going to the vet that they seem to kind of melt onto the quilt? You literally have to tunnel your hand under them to lift them up and they kind of flop each side of your hand. It's like they're Velcroed to the bed. And dead weight? Polly was both. Amazing, simply amazing. But I managed to peel her off the bed with a bit of grunting (on my part) and foul looks (on her part) and got her into the basket. I got a phone call from the vet nurse a few minutes ago to say she'd fractured her canine and could they remove it? This is an indoor cat, how the heck did she manage to fracture her canine tooth? Anyway, the tooth's coming out (poor baby) and she'll come home on pain killers. Geez, when I'm not nursing people at work, I'm nursing furries at home!
Okay, enough waffling, I'm going to hit Ryan now. I mean hit the computer. I mean start writing. Geez...
