You can always tell when I’m procrastinating, though. Because that’s when I initiate my most serious and attentive “cutting up.” <– (Pay attention to that phrase, now!) It’s when I hit forums, singling out the unsuspecting with my jolliness and droll routines. And that’s what I’m doing a bit today — procrastinating and drool…er…drolling.
I keep flogging myself, whipping up a good, stiff, disciplining regimen, only to slip away and go back to torturing unsuspecting souls innocently surfing the wide and steamy waters of the Internet.
So why the procrastination? I’m working on a very difficult novel using sharp objects to clean out the rot, pare away the under- and overgrowth, slice away the spurs and erratic side shoots. Once I’m done, I’ll have probably 60,000 usable words, set in extraordinary, stimulating scenes. Then it will be a matter of filling in the blanks…of which there are a couple, especially the “squishy” scenes where the “bad guys/gals” are setting themselves up to render their sagging immorality into flush-able waste. “Squishy” scenes are not something I do lightly. I’m not fond of dwelling in the rotten, seamy world spawned of lust, lewdness and insatiable desires. I write it well — can make you squirm until you are looking for the Pepto-Bismol® — but, as I write them, and then edit them, I too am sipping “the pink stuff.”
Well, enough procrastinating…which is also what I’m doing here. Back to slashing with sharp things.
Recently:
- They Work Very Hard
- Treading the Dangers of Fiction
- Infighting About Grammar & Punctuation
- Scary Writers
- New Novel, Chapter Two
- To the Book Store
- New Novel Amid Chaos
- Raw Gore, Explicit Cruelty, Debased Sex in Novels
- Back from Summer Hiatus
- Self-Publishing IS Better
