Saturday, July 11, 2009

Haven't done this in a while, but...'s time for another self-imposed grounding.

I'm excited as hell about Under My Skin, and I think it's going to be an interesting story, but I just can't focus enough to do it justice right now. When it's like pulling teeth to get 1,000 words out on a story that I'm this stoked about, I know there's one solution and one solution only:

No writing for a week.

Editing? Beta reading? Outlining? Planning? Of course.

Just no writing.

And no, this isn't a guise for a secret writing project that I'm going to spring on the universe in a few days. I really, really, really need a break. I've written a little over 140,000 words in the last month and need to take a breather before I burn out. Of course, there's always a possibility that I will be stricken with a case of "MUST WRITE NOW" before the week is up, and the only cure for that is...well...writing. In that case, I will rejoice and parole myself early so I can put pen to paper, and get on with Under My Skin.

But for the moment, I'm going to cut myself some slack and take a much needed break until July 18, Japan time.

I have three manuscripts that need to be edited during that time, but if you are a writer and need a beta reader for anything, now is the time. I very rarely beta for anyone besides the Usual Suspects (Adam, Scarlett, and Libbie), but I'd be happy to have a look at a WIP or two in the next week.

And I will now leave you with some finely aged eye candy, because eye candy makes me happy.

What? You thought the only guys I dug wore eyeliner or had tattoos?


  1. Can't pretend I'm not disappointed but that's because I'm a pervert. You do what you gotta do. At least you're not wangsting about it. :D

    Also, I approve of Jeff Goldblum.

    *must buy Independence Day. Goldblum AND Smith FTW!*

  2. Come on, now, the man is old enough to get senior discounts in some restaurants. He's not farting dust *cough*Teller*cough*, but he's definitely no spring chicken. Though he certainly doesn't LOOK the part... <3 <3 <3

  3. I bet when Teller comes you have to carbon-date his spunk.

  4. Goldblum is teh sex. Tru fax.

    Yay for recharging!!! I will miss the filth, but we can't have you burning out. :-)

    *Menny menny hugs*