The AH Coffee Shop and Reading Room 09

The rain came yesterday, pretty much exactly as it was predicted in both timing and amount. The clouds are breaking this morning, but I can see from my dining room that it's still snowing on the mountain.

We have a cool north wind, and the temperatures over the next few days are supposed to trend down toward normal.

My writing verges on the climactic event of the ballroom scene.
 
What was a 2-3" ice cap is gone from the little toy pool so I can clean out the leaves and debris. At 40 degrees, there won't be in-sies for quite a while.
 
A while back, I thought I had more Decaff brew than I'd ever be able to use. Then I started making it at night before bed instead of hot chocolate or anything else. Now I'm almost out.
 
Happy Valentine's Day, bitches! Have some Irish Coffee (a healthy shot of Jamison in every cup), keeping warm for all of you. It's the largest imaginary French press in history.
Jameson's in my hot chocolate?
Might even mute my disdain for a holiday created by the Industrial Love Complex (Big Floral, Big Chocolate and their hench entities) which just adds to the depression and loneliness
 
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Don't forget that the Jameson is in the cupboard next to the 'fridge.

It's raining here and the temps are in the forties so no chance of icing anywhere. The rain is melting the last of the snow pack and all that is left are the piles made from shoveling. My BP is starting to moderate and I can still move my knee so we'll see how it goes.

I've got a pot of coffee brewing and the teapot is hot. There are snacks on the counter and I'm going to make another cornbread today. The plot bunnies are starting to get underfoot so everyone needs to pitch in and take care of them.

I'll be over in the corner working on my story. I'm starting to think I may have to write it in third person to get what I want out of it. However, I've only ever written in first person so I'm not sure if I want to try it. Oh, well, we'll see how it goes ...
 
Don't forget that the Jameson is in the cupboard next to the 'fridge.

It's raining here and the temps are in the forties so no chance of icing anywhere. The rain is melting the last of the snow pack and all that is left are the piles made from shoveling. My BP is starting to moderate and I can still move my knee so we'll see how it goes.

I've got a pot of coffee brewing and the teapot is hot. There are snacks on the counter and I'm going to make another cornbread today. The plot bunnies are starting to get underfoot so everyone needs to pitch in and take care of them.

I'll be over in the corner working on my story. I'm starting to think I may have to write it in third person to get what I want out of it. However, I've only ever written in first person so I'm not sure if I want to try it. Oh, well, we'll see how it goes ...
I started out writing first person, and the bulk of my stories continued in that vein, but I found it surprisingly easy to switch to third person- just like watching a film in my mind and translating it to pixels.
If I can do it, so can you.
now off to see about those plot bunnies, I still have carrots left.
 
My story synopses are informal, usually in third person, and I drift between present and past tense. The story may come out in first or third and usually in past tense. Sometimes I know when I start which will work for me, but other times I get into the story, change my mind, and rewrite.

The biggest problem comes when there's a difference between the POV or tense in my notes and the POV or tense in the story. I have to adjust as I write, and sometimes I'll find sentences or even paragraphs that come over unchanged from the synopsis. That's an eye-roller when I'm editing.
 
Got some dense fog and 32 degrees. It's supposed to get up into the mid fifties today. BP is still moderating a bit so I won't pop an aneurysm any time soon (I hope).

There's fresh coffee brewing and the teapot is steaming. There are snacks and a fresh cornbread on the counter. I got a bag of baby carrots in the 'fridge for anyone who wants to feed the plot bunnies.

I'll be over in the corner working on my story. I got a few more paragraphs written but it is still heavy going. As much as I want to put out a story every few weeks to keep my readers happy, I'm just floundering right now. I'll eventually get something written but it'll have to be on my schedule.
 
I hear you, Candy. I'm trying to write a summer story and it's flowing like molasses.

My muse is insisting I write a different story, which wouldn't pass here by any stretch of the imagination.
 
My muse is insisting I write a different story, which wouldn't pass here by any stretch of the imagination.
Get many of those, and it's time to spank your muse for wasting your time. That might give her a raft of new ideas involving bare-assed goddesses bent over your lap, but maybe you can publish some of them.

I've passed the key event in the ballroom scene. I'll need to massage the beginning of the second sex scene to make the transition work, but then I can jump to the buildup for the story's climax.

But first I have to deal with this cat. He insists.
 
Don't forget Hallmark, on more than one level, they are to blame.
Jameson's in my hot chocolate?
Might even mute my disdain for a holiday created by the Industrial Love Complex (Big Floral, Big Chocolate and their hench entities) which just adds to the depression and loneliness
 
I'm operating on a broken motivator today. Jo and I had a weekend getaway for Valentine's Day. We came back through by our parental units late last night and transported Donnie home. He woke up this morning, wondering how he got home. He isn't convinced we didn't beam here. He keeps asking me, "Mommy, are you sure you didn't just beam me here?" "No, Son, Star Trek isn't real. We brought you home in the mustang, but you slept the whole way."

Thanks to all those presidents, and their demanding a holiday to celebrate them, he isn't at school, and I missed him so much while we were gone (four whole days) that I've done no writing, just read to him, and played with him. Now, I need to write, but I can't get in the mood.
 
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