spurt?

When Susan was politely bitching about her homework over the weekend, she said at one point that what she really wanted to do was write. You know, our book. Not an essay. I was sitting in class today, and out of the blue had a massive desire to write Laleena book 2. I don't know why. It's actually been quite a while since I've written her perspective in that book, and currently I'm on book 1 duty... but dude it was weird. So right now two things are going to happen.

One: I am going to tackle the scene I've been putting off in book 1, the last one I'm doing before I hand it over.

Two: I am going to ask a question.

If book two is the gothic novel, and book three is the war novel, what is book one?

A Bit Jumbled to Say the Least

Bethie actually doesn't have my sample of the latest book two writing, what she's discussing in her post is my first chunk for book one. I actually liked it, there was action, character development and certainly a humorous lift.

Now I'm set to working on book two. The arrangement was that (on Tuesday this is decided) I would put my book two work on hiatus -- it was eight pages through -- I would start on book one opening, which I needed to write because it was in my head and I didn't want to give that opportunity up. In order for us to be on schedule and to not have a Bethie riding my back going "Would you just finish ONE of them!" as I tried to juggle the two pieces, or worse, finish book two work than move on to book one while she sat there writingless, we made me little Ms Writer of book one. I was to promise to finish it by Friday. I did. So now Bethie has it and I'm oh so glad that she likes it. Seeing as how she didn't get to bed till like quarter after three I don't know if I should phone her right now at the crack of noon to get an update. Probably not wise.

So I finished the seven pages of beginning, have eight pages to go back to for book two, and am waiting with bated breath to see what Bethie has in store for me with the beginning of book one. I'm so nervous about this. It feels like we're connecting puzzle pieces from a different puzzle, and while we know that the picture will be prettier, it still feels like we're doing something dirty! I'm going to try and break out the writing fingers for some book two work today, and I know that Beth is jazzed about focusing on her book one work, so we should have some product -- the good kind -- flying. It's going to be interesting, having two of us working at the same time and then exchanging. So many words!

Seriously.

I was supposed to write tonight. I was all jazzed to get going, and totally motivated by the impending school -- it was totally set to happen.

Then my mom said she needed my help with something quick. Oh the fateful last words. I had to just help her "attach a document to an e-mail". Okay, no big: my mom's technologically inept, this should take no time. Well the "document" ended up being a form from her specialized tax progam that I absolutely hate dealing with. It took for freaking ever to figure out how to do. I ended up converting to PDF and yadda yadda. In the middle of this, she decides we have to try copy-and-paste to word. Lo and behold, her new laptop is decidedly Wordless. So we have to find the copy of our MS Word disc. Of course, we can't find it. Of course, she assumes it's in my room seeing as it was the last computer we'd have needed to put word on. Meanwhile, I ask her if she knows where the big black CD wallet is, and she says it was emptied into jewel cases and thrown out. I was pretty sure it was there. So I search my room as she panics and looks it up to find that Word is a $500 program (I neglect to mention what she paid for it the first time...). Finally we find it. In the big black CD wallet. Which was in the living room. Gah. Then I have to answer an e-mail that her client sent her. Her client is having a baby, and needs to know what to name it. My mom way didn't care, so I got to take that one. Then we needed to make a list for Office Depot tomorrow. My theory: she missed me 'cause I was out all day (at least for that last bit... she actually needed me for the first part, though it took waaaaay longer than she'd promised.)

So I didn't get to start reading Susan's pages until 3:00am. I just finished them. They're great, and I can't wait to write, but now I have to sleep.

*Growl*