Be careful who you tell about your writing…
As we were packing up our instruments after band rehearsal on Monday evening last week, the tuba player who was a part of my conversation with the percussionist about We’ll Write You an Opera You Can’t Refuse asked me if I was done writing the story yet. I had to say no, and asked if he wanted to read it (I was definitely surprised he asked about it). The answer was yes, and I began to wonder what I’d gotten myself into. I mean, usually I only talk about my writing projects with my writer friends, the poor people who read my LiveJournal, and my fiance. I don’t ask other people to look at a first draft unless I’m looking for some kind of “expert” opinion.
And, of course, I didn’t write a word on that story this past week. I didn’t get any editing of my own stuff done, either. I worked on the reports I edit for my contract, and I signed up with a temp agency, but that’s really about it. I didn’t even get much done in the way of knitting or crocheting!
So I have no actual progress to report this week. Everything is still at the exact same place it was last time I posted, except that I’ve added a piece to my list of first drafts. Because I’m a glutton for punishment or something, I guess.
At least it’s not really a setback… it’s just stagnant. Can’t let it sit for too long, though, or it’ll start to reek. I’ll hop back in the saddle tomorrow, no worries – and maybe when I post next week, I’ll have some progress to report!
