I feel so blah. Summer is kicking my butt like it does every year. It has been above 110 all week. Miserable. I get exhausted just going from the car into preschool and back. Heat is not my friend. Blech.
OK, enough moaning. Oh wait, one more moan. Maybe two.
I'm in serious battle with the first page of Skin. Oh yeah, there's number two...Skin needs a title. And a synopsis, but I'll worry about that one later.
So yeah, that first page. I've written it about fifty times. Still not right. Grrr...Argh...Sigh...
As the July 1 deadline approaches (self-made, mind you), I need to settle on a title. Funny, I was never really attached to Skin. Now, suddenly, it feels like it has so many meanings in relation to the story. But I can't use it. There's already a YA novel (bestseller even) with the same title. So I'm back to square one. And I suck at titles.
Anyway...
Have you seen that Amazon commercial where the lady runs out of coffee and then has mass quantities delivered by Amazon? That's me. Not on the commercial. In real life. Five cases of my coffee arrived yesterday. I'm stocked up. LOL! Maybe if I go on a caffeine binge, I'll come up with a title. And a first page. Probably I'd just end up running from the house, screaming like a banshee. Then the heat would hit and I'd lose my mind completely. Guess I'll stick to my one cup a day. Safer that way.
I'm going to try cleaning my house now. Change of pace. Won't the boys be surprised...
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4 comments:
You know, I hate to admit this, but I write better with coffee. Seriously, if I can't get through something, coffee will save me. I only use it in emergency, though, because it throws my health off balance.
I used to live in the southwest! I moved to Northeast Florida, where the summers are sane. I know all about that dry heat. Yeah, it's about as dry as standing in front of an open oven.
If you can't use skin, can you whip out the thesaurus and see if it triggers something? Flesh, hide, pelt, membrane. Those are all kind of repulsive as a title of a book. Maybe you can translate it into another language?
I hear you about summer. School ended for me last Thursday, and I expected to feel all relaxed.
Instead, I'm wondering what I should be working on: my novel, my wedding, my dirty house, or my jungle of a yard... ugh...
Being in the Pacific Northwest, the heat isn't a factor. We actually have the opposite problem!
'Summer Vacation' is an oxymoron!
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