I just finished writing Year of the Dog ! It had a massive plot hole that I had to fix which turned out to be more work than I expected. Here’s a snippet: “Hey, Auntie Nell.” He wrapped his arms around her, bussing her on the cheek and breathing in pikake flowers and shortbread cookies. And suddenly he was nine years old again, and her solid presence had made his chaotic world stable once more. “What are you doing here?” He usually took her to dinner on Wednesday nights, but today was Tuesday. The edges of her smile faltered a little before brightening right back up again. “What, I can’t visit my nephew?” She angled around him to enter his home. “Is this your new house? Looks lovely.” Which was a blatant lie, because the fixer-upper was barely livable, much less acceptable to a neat-freak like his aunt. She also left four matching pink and purple floral suitcases on the stoop behind her. Only then did Ashwin notice the cab driver standing slightly to the side of the walkway. “Can ...
I had voice lessons yesterday and afterward came home and played the soundtrack to the musical, The Secret Garden (I have a crush on Mandy Patinkin).
So I was singing along a bit idly, but then I got to the song where Archibald Craven is missing his dead wife and I suddenly started BAWLING. Seriously!
So then I composed myself and I was singing along and then I got to the song where Mary asks her uncle for a garden plot to plant seeds in, and he’s lamenting that the one thing she really needs that he can’t give her is a home, and again I started wailing! And not pretty little tears but heaving, choking, ugly sobby things.
And the whole time my mind was going, “Why in the world am I crying????”
I think my hormones are whacked out because of my pre-menopause. Then again, Captain Caffeine accused me the other day that I’m blaming everything on the pre-menopause, but hey, if I’ve got an excuse, why not use it?
Oh and yes, I’m loving my voice lessons so far! I’m really learning a lot about how to more effectively use my voice.
So I was singing along a bit idly, but then I got to the song where Archibald Craven is missing his dead wife and I suddenly started BAWLING. Seriously!
So then I composed myself and I was singing along and then I got to the song where Mary asks her uncle for a garden plot to plant seeds in, and he’s lamenting that the one thing she really needs that he can’t give her is a home, and again I started wailing! And not pretty little tears but heaving, choking, ugly sobby things.
And the whole time my mind was going, “Why in the world am I crying????”
I think my hormones are whacked out because of my pre-menopause. Then again, Captain Caffeine accused me the other day that I’m blaming everything on the pre-menopause, but hey, if I’ve got an excuse, why not use it?
Oh and yes, I’m loving my voice lessons so far! I’m really learning a lot about how to more effectively use my voice.
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