Yesterday I dragged out a folding chair, an old blanket, the cordless phone, my ipod and my AlphaSmart to the balcony on the front of our house. I sat out there for the better part of an hour (until it got too cold), happily typing away, watching the leaves blow around and listening to my music. It's amazing how much more I get done when I'm not distracted by everything in the house (which ranges from dirty dishes that make me feel guilty and mindless television that tempts me).
So very close to the end of the sequel. I'm at that point now (one I remember very clearly from writing the first book) where I'm alternately caught between worrying whether it's any good and not caring so long as it's done! Obviously, I won't let it out the door if I don't think it's put together well, so I should stop worrying about that part. Except, of course, that would mean fixing it in some way and at the moment, short of outside suggestions from my first readers (who will be recieving this soon, I hope!), it's pretty much as good as I can make it--story-wise--which does not always mean "good" in the general sense. But we'll see.
Got a haircut over the weekend and she gave me lots of lovely layers, which looked so nice when the hairdresser did it. I can never replicate that look. When she did my hair, the layers came out all smooth and shiny. When I did it...well, suffice it to say that when my husband got a good look at me this morning, he said, "Wow. It's, um, really...puffy in the back." Yeah, that went over well. I have a natural wave to my hair that does not behave unless tamed ferociously by a hair dryer, mousse and a lot of patience (as the hair dresser had and I do not).
So tonight, I'm going to attempt what I have not since probably high school. I'm actually going to buy some kind of styling product (something to make my hair less "puffy") and possible a flat iron as well. Here's hoping I make it through this ordeal without any major singed spots : )
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