Saturday, February 6, 2010

Now where was I?

One might be forgiven for thinking that I had found my mojo with this YA novel thang and was productively using every spare moment and am currently right on target with 25,000 words in the bag....maybe.  Such was my enthusiasm in my last few posts.

Well, that 'one' would be wrong. I have tried a couple of times but it's like this cloud of inertia descends as soon as I open that four page (double spaced) document. I start to go with the stream of consciousness thing but then the next thing I know my character has turned into a sullen sociophobe who suddenly finds herself being able to feel what her bitchy friend feels....yeah, messy and stupid. Anyway, I nipped that nonsense in the bud. I realise I want a bit humour. There was hardly any dialogue happening, just all wishy washy feelings and thoughts. I want banter.

I think part of the reason is this little fella:

I utterly adore him but by jove! he is a whinger. If he's not feeding or sleeping, he is generally whinging. It's usually a whine, sometimes there's grunting and other times full on bawling. So I will be at my keyboard, trying to energise myself and my characters out of our respective lethargy, with a background noise of  'heh eh eh weh...oh, how the hell do I know how phoneticise a baby's whinge. Just take it from me, it's highly annoying and sometimes I feel like it acts as some kind of energy syphon. I can feel my inspiration draining away with each 'weh'...until I pick him up and kiss him all over his chubba cheeks...

So yeah, The Novel! Slowly, SLOWLY coming along. I know what I have to do. I have to whip up some kind of synopsis and write some character portraits. Although I deleted about 1000 words (I'm measuring my work by wordcount at the moment, which is probably something that will hopefully change soon) I feel like I've come along much more than if I didn't.


Pascal started school this week!

Pascal and our neighbour Rosie

Pascal was great. There was a moment over breakfast on the first day where his eyes seemed to go all watery and he started to furiously rub them but then maybe I was reading into it and he just had an itchy eye. Then Rosie came over and he was all excited. They are going to different schools (although you wouldn't know it with the almost identical uniform). So far I am very happy with Pascal's school and class. A great group of kids and parents. It's kind of weird to think that we've most likely met some long life friends.

Anyway I am moving dangerously into boring 'mummy blogging' territory. I told myself I would not get into detailing the minutia of daily life (unless I felt it was entertaining or wittily reported) so will leave it there.

There. Done. Back in the saddle of blogging.

I've just this minute decided I will add a little section. I will entitle it The Moment. The Moment will be a twitteresque description of what is happening right now as I type.

THE MOMENT Saturday 6 February 3:19pm
Asa keeps saying "Ok, when are we going to 'All abilities Park'". All Abilities Park is a local park that happens to have one of those big lock in swings for people with disabilities. It is not called All Abilities Park. It is just a weird name that Asa has decided to give it today. He is REALLY annoying me today but that maybe because I have my period.

And because he is WHINGING.

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