Time lapse

A "final warning" e-mail prompted me to access this blog account while I still could. ("Update blogs" has been on my to-do list for ages. . . . I've neglected another account too, though not as long.) So much has changed over the past six years, and yet much remains the same. Sadly, my most persistent feline "assistant" now resides in kitty heaven. The other continues to trample my keyboard, occasionally sending g-mail invites, editing documents, or attempting to reassign shortcut keys. My computer chair remains a battleground: literally, within seconds of vacating my seat, the cat curls up in my spot. Although I've nearly squashed the poor thing several times, she persists in her territorial quest. I don't understand her obsession with my chair; sure, it tilts and swivels, but those features are lost on her. Seriously, the couch is much more comfortable. . . .

Automated interruptions

So much for a productive evening of writing/rewriting. Around midnight a warning popped up saying my computer had installed updates and would automatically reboot in 4 minutes and some odd seconds, giving me the option to reboot now or reboot later. (I'm not sure if my auto update preferences were set to midnight or if the date change triggered the install...I knew the update was waiting, but had forgotten to install it between tasks.) Wanting to get it out of the way, I saved my work and rebooted with the expectation of getting straight back to work.

And I did until the next interruption. My son warned me to keep an eye on an elderly neighbor's house because a suspicious vehicle had stopped and someone knocked on their door. So, now I'm jumping up to look out the window every time I hear a car or the dogs bark.

Despite those interruptions, I attempted to continue. Then the cat interrupted me. Among other things, she insists on sitting on my lap while I'm working. She walks across the keyboard, rubs her head against the monitor, sprawls across the desk, and sends cat hair flying when she scratches.

Slash and burn

I'm more than a month behind with my revision goals. Aside from my outside editing work, I accomplished little in June. Progress hasn't been much better this month. In slash in burn mode, I've cut more than 4,000 words in the last week. I expect to slash another 5,000 or so with ease, perhaps more. It's difficult to measure progress as I've been adding and deleting text in the same pass--hardly the most efficient method, but it's progress of sorts. (Word count is a poor measure of progress; it's just the easiest to gauge.)

It'll be at least another week before I shift to rebuilding/remodeling mode....

Tedious task

Meant to attend a local writers' group meeting this evening but decided it wasn't the best use of my time. Instead, I completed the task I'd begun earlier in the day: summarizing each plot point on an index card--an extremely tedious task. Index cards help me visualize and organize the story line without getting sidetracked by the actual text.

I'm considering transcribing story notes on index cards, though I'm not sure it's worth the effort. I need to sift through the numerous "what if" scenarios that popped up during previous revisions and accept or discard the scenarios.

Blank slate

Fear and anxiety creep in as I prepare to revise my ms. Even with a complete draft, I'm essentially facing a blank slate with endless possibilities. For me, fiction's creative infinity can overwhelm or cripple the writing and rewriting process. To succeed, I must approach revision as a process of defining limits. Once I've defined the limits, I can focus on refinement.

I'll consider this project my summer experiment; should the experiment fail, I'll adjust the parameters and variables and proceed with the next trial.

Worst case scenario: I'll dust my clips and revert to nonfiction.

Loose ends

I've nearly tied up all my loose ends--my paperwork is complete except the last financial report. The data must be transferred to the correct form, which I don't have--thought I did but it's not the right one. I'll take care of that on Tuesday.

Searching for the elusive form required cleaning my office further. I tossed a bunch of paperwork, shredded another bunch, and consolidated other bunches. I meant to organize the paperwork but quickly became frustrated. I'll tackle the shuffled piles another day, perhaps during an electrical storm....

While cleaning, I unearthed an old business plan that includes fiction and nonfiction action plans plus a list of goals, half of which I've since accomplished. I'll update the plan to include an editing action plan. As for the goals, I'll let them stand. It'd be nice to accomplish my existing goals before adding new ones. My current goal: join Mystery Writers of America. An affiliate membership will suffice until I qualify for active membership.

Dodging thunderstorms

Thunderstorms disrupted my work plans. The volatile summer weather makes me wish I had a laptop. I'm considering an AlphaSmart as a low-cost, bad-weather alternative, though I'm not sure it would increase my productivity given my atrocious typing skills on a standard keyboard. The limited display is another concern; I'd be less likely to overedit, but I'd be more likely to lose sight of the big picture. A cheap laptop might be a better option. We'll see....

Despite the weather, I completed a financial report. Big relief--everything balanced! I'm down to one financial report, several forms, a year-end report, and three chapters to edit. The paperwork will be complete by June 1, but the editing will take longer because I haven't received all the material. With exception of the editing, I'm on target to begin other projects on June 1.

Plan of action

My time is almost my own. As much as I'd like to procrastinate until my June 15 deadline, I'm imposing a deadline of June 1 for wrapping up loose ends and moving on. Bumping up the deadline gives me two months to work on pet projects before the insanity resumes. I'm tired of working on financial and year-end reports. A change of pace will be a reward in itself.