The Golden Compass

This film is due out in December and I can't wait!

So I have been off playing on the website.

If Only I Had Known This Back Then

Some of you might remember The Great Sam West Debacle *shudder* I still wake some nights in a cold sweat in memory of that night. But today I was surfing the net (or rather avoiding writing) when I came upon advice that I could have done with two years ago... The wonderful, talented and soon to be sainted for services to manic fans like myself Stephen Fry wrote a blessay on fame

Suddenly it all makes sense... I will be printing out 'the ideal conversation', laminate it, pop it behind my Oyster card for quick referral and Bob's your uncle... All debacles will be behind me!!! Which will be handy as in just over two weeks I will be let loose behind the scenes of the CMA Awards... which should hopefully avert a Kenny Chesney Debacle.

Not Much...

That is how much writing has been done in the last week. I have been Florence Nightingale to a sickly dog (or Frankendog as I have taken to calling her).

BUT... this week (well starting tomorrow) I WILL get back to it all.

Honest.

Really.

*nods head frantically*

I will!!

*slinks off biting her nails*

Naughty

I have been naughty today, I have taken time off from the revisions to read Ally Blake's wonderful Modern Extra, "Steamy Surrender".

WOW! A steamy read *fans self* and had me sobbing over my herbal tea. Saxon was sexy, Morgan was fiesty and vunerable. A very satisfying way to avoid my revisions.

The only problem is that my writing now feels a little flat in comparison.

And We're Off!!

In response to Sela Carson's comment on my last post, I am reporting back.

I have started!! The first chapter has been re-written. It starts at a completely different place, Jack and Zoe meet earlier and I have changed their work relationship. It is out for comment and still needs work but it has started!!

I am still scared but just powering through!

SCARED!!!

Yup I'm scared. Petrified. Deep down in my boots, monster under the bed, screaming heebie jeebie scared.

And of what, I hear you ask.

My book.

Yes that wonderful story we have been celebrating the ending of. The book that has a request already. That one.

It scares me.

I'm not sure why. Maybe it is the thought that I can't make it work. That my revisions will rip the heart out of it. That I am not capable of making this story work. Or even that it is a pile of steaming poo which no amount of revision/re-writing will fix.

So after much procrastination I picked it up yesterday and read half of it and made a start at re-writing the beginning. But it still scares me.