Just kidding. I'm in no mood for it today. I'm frustrated, my toes are cold, and I want to strangle the people responsible for the mess that is Ottawa's public transit.
I remember writing something about wanting to do a series of blog posts on writer's groups, and I think I shall go ahead and start mapping that out. And I also have to make up my schedule for this year. There are a number of events I am involved with that I should really start making preparations for.
Also, writing wise, I'm hitting near the end of the main character's arc. It's brutal, this particular ending, but in now way is his sections the full story. I have other characters that need attention, so once this final confrontation scene is done, I have entire arcs to write for others. Then I have to decide where the scenes go on the timeline, and thus in the final... uh... rough draft. The final rough draft. This is not to be confused with the final draft, which will be the draft that I send off to the first beta reader, which is itself not to be confused with the completed manuscript, which is what I will be submitting to agents/publishers. Assuming the first book gets a bite from either one of these.
Confused? Yeah. Same.
I'm looking forward to writing this upcoming scene. It's been floating through my mind for the past month, continually popping into my consciousness at the most inopportune times; like the middle of a conversation. By the by, I apologise if you've ever had a chat with me and I just zoned out on you recently. It was that scene. Sorry.
Right, I have work to do.