Today's post is a little bit of everything, some stuff to do with writing, and other stuff . . . well, not so much.
First, some quotes out of my April 2010 edition of theWriter.
Meg Cabot (best selling offer - 15 million copies and more - Princess Diaries, etc.): I got so many rejection letters . . . If you really love what you do, you should just [do] it. p. 20
Oh, and Meg Cabot doesn't outline (sorry, Lady Glamis). I'll put up her quotes about that sometime next week. : )
Madeleine L'Engle (archive article - best selling author of A Wrinkle in Time - title of article: Focus on Your Story, not Readers): Give yourself the fun of plunging deeply into your story, and having your mind focused on that, and nothing else. p. 24
Trivia: Madeleine L'Engle started A Wrinkle in Time with: It was a dark and stormy night . . .
Oh, yes she did. I love the book, btw, and the entire series which I've read multiple times over and need to read again.
Progress Report: I'm just about done with the rough draft of my current WiP. I should end up in the 50,000 word range, which is my normally word count goal for a rough draft. The word count will expand through the various revision stages as I add more to the story in those revision phases. I have maybe three chapters still to write, maybe four, and should - hopefully - finish up this weekend.
Friday Funny (well, technically it's a Thursday Funny since it happened last night, but I'm sharing it today, so . . . ):
Oh, and this is too funny. I was talking to my mother on Wednesday and the end of the conversation went something like this . . .
Mom: Well, Frank has a birthday tomorrow, doesn't he?
Me: Yes, ma'am.
Mom: Did he get my card?
Me: Not that I know of, but I'll check, I know he got Barb's (my oldest sister) card.
Mom: What do you mean he got Barb's card? She didn't buy her card until Saturday. I mailed mine on Saturday.
My mother was mortally offended that my sister's card for Frank arrived before her card. Go figure. Anyhow, I get home yesterday, grab the mail, and Mom's card to Frank is in the mail. So, I call her up and the conversation goes something like this . . .
Me: Mom, Frank's card arrived today.
Me (Louder and more slowly since Mom is almost 85 and her hearing aids don't always work right): Frank's . . . card . . . arrived . . . today.
Mom (laughing): Oh, that's better than what I thought you said.
Me (almost afraid to ask): What did you think I said?
Mom: I thought you said 'Frank died today'!
OMG, we laughed so hard it wasn't even funny and then, this is the best, I'm still going through the mail and find a brochure to Frank from a funeral home. I told Mom this and we both cackled. Frank wasn't that amused with the story, but the rest of my family was, we were burning up the phone lines last night.
And that's it for this chilly Friday in TN. Have a great weekend.