In Silent Rapport

April 13, 2012 by Cassidy Frazee | 7 Comments

First off, it’s Friday the 13^th, and for any of you who are triskaidekaphobic, have fun getting through the day.  I used to work with someone who was so bad that she couldn’t come in when we had this date.  Then again, she was a Cardinals fan living in Chicago, so right off the bat you knew there was something wrong with her.  I’m kidding!  It’s not like baseball in Chicago is any better.

But who cares about baseball, huh?  Probably some of you.  Never mind.  Onward . . .

I have to admit, I’ve been a bad boy.  I was going to spend this week looking for publishers, people who might be willing to take some scribblings off my hands in exchange for some electronicly created cash, but I haven’t.  In face, this has been a bad week for getting much of anything done.  Other than writing, I feel as if I’m stuck in some kind of rut, with things more or less remaining the same from day to day.  It’s the whole idea of routine, of doing something at a certain time, and sticking to that.

However, I know I’m getting things done.  I’m writing like mad:  500 plus words a day here, plus I’ve been averaging about 1,250 words a day on the new chapter I started in Couples Dance.  That sucker is at 4,970 words right now, and I’m fairly certain it’s gonna run about another 2,000 words before I put a final period upon that scene.  So it’s been a good week there.

I’m watching how my editing efforts are affecting my creation methods now.  Yes, I can still turn out over a thousand words an hour–I know this because during my writing sessions, I’ve been listening to the complete Eldorado recording, and that’s right around thirty nine minutes and change right there, and I’m cranking out about 600, 700 words during that time.  I’m watching things now, watching them closely.  Or at least closer.  I’m cleaner now, I’m catching more mistakes.  I don’t know if that means I’m getting better as a writer, or if I’m just spending way too much time thinking about my editing when I should be thinking about being creative.

I’ve also had a chance to catch up with Trusty Editor^tm, who is itching to get back into writing when they aren’t doing something else.  They know I’m always here–save when I’m not, which now is most of the day.  That’s the problem with this work thing.  Yeah, it pays the bills, but man, does it keep you from doing the things you want to do.

Oh, and by the way–there’s also something else that happened today.  A year ago, as a matter of fact.  That was when some hesitant penmonkey went out into the virtual world and wrote these fairly pathetic sentences.  Talk about your inauspicious beginnings.  It wasn’t much–as a matter of fact, if not for Annie–you remember her?–I wouldn’t have written anything.  Yes, I have her for getting the blog started.  Though, if you go by that beginning post, it wasn’t much of a start.  In fact, I won’t write another thing until the 29^th of this month.  So maybe I’ll have more to say about the blog then, because this post . . . yeah, not a lot.

I will say “Thank you” to you who have coming here for one reason or another.  Entertainment, knowledge, maybe a chance to point and laugh.  It doesn’t matter.  You are my fans.

It’s a good thing to have fans.

One last thing, and then I’m.  Dreams again last night, and I actually had something of a . . . would you call it a meeting?  If so, then I had one.  I’ll likely write more about it tomorrow, but I know for sure what happened–

I met with Cassidy.

And she’s not a happy girl . . .

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