Herring Axing February 2013

HEAD KNIGHT: Then, when you have found the shrubbery, you must cut down the mightiest tree in the forest … with … a herring!
KNIGHTS OF NI: A herring!
ARTHUR: We shall do no such thing!
HEAD KNIGHT: Oh, please!
ARTHUR: Cut down a tree with a herring? It can’t be done.

from Monty Python and The Holy Grail (1975).

February was … well, it was February.  Most of the holidays this month (Monster Day, Valentine’s Day, Anniversary) wound up being rescheduled due to work or illness, but that’s a typical February around here.

Monster spent a week home recovering from scarlet fever.  Yep, in this day and age. That there was a recent news bubble about Mary-from-Little-House-On-The-Prairie’s bout with it was also OhYouBetcha not lost on me. I’m happy to report that the only threat to his eyesight during that week cycling from couch to bed came from his playing way too many video games.

I was expecting to be sitting here writing an end-of-month blog entry about how little progress I’ve made in the face of this month’s shenanigans.

But, yeah … screw that. I’m happy to report that things went pretty much as planned.  I wrote those five short pieces, sent them off, and got stuck in on the restructuring of Singing Down Sepia.

It’s almost an entirely different book now, except for the setting, the characters and the core story line. I gave up trying to have a single main character, and feel better for that. It suits the story that there are multiple main characters, and that they switch roles from driver to support back again depending on story needs. At least I think it does, and will continue to believe so until someone provides me incentive to believe otherwise.

I also found the missing body. I’m not sure what’s going to be done with it yet, but at least it’s found.

I’ll admit that I did have a freak out moment when I discovered that the name of one of my mains was very similar to one that turned up in this month’s fiction reading. Alright.  Not a ‘moment’.  More like ‘three solid hours’. I spent them silently sitting in my writers’ group meeting, with my brain flipped over and shook free from the cruft I’d accumulated on the subject of the guy’s original name, personal history, native culture, language, and associated yadda. Considering that the group conversation was loitering at the intersection of The Lizzie Bennet Diaries and Downton Abbey1, I suspect there was some unspoken concern that I might have been about to set something on fire with my mind … but no, it was just me changing three little words.  That’s all.

Look, did I suggest anywhere on this blog that I might be sane?

I intend to finish this restructuring next month, and get my butt onto the horse of writing the second draft.  As far as the other commitments go, the current calendar has me up for another nine pieces, all of which I’d like to get done by the end of April. Given nine weeks between now and then, I’ll shoot for getting five done in March.

There’s roughly a ton of work-related writing to be done between now and the end of April, too, but since I don’t talk about that, I won’t talk about that.

Oh, right!  Fiction Reading!  I didn’t get sidelined on that either this month!  Whoo hoo!

1I’ve not been following The Lizzie Bennet Diaries, and all I know of the whatnottery going down at Downton comes from osmosis.   I have a vague idea that TLBD is based on Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice, which I also only know about via osmosis. Yes. I know. The shock. The horror. I should turn in my chick card. 

2‘A’r’twit’f’uh’, from “Another Random Twitter follower? Huh?”

3GM? Me?  So not happening again. It’s just safer for everyone that way.

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