Productive Day on the Writing Front

Well, it’s been an excellent day. I finally got to the scene I’ve been aiming for and have it changed. Now working on the follow-up scenes. I didn’t record my word count when I started this morning but when I quit the other night I had 85732 words in the first 21 chapters. I now have a whopping 87413! And when you figure I’ve taken out words, paragraphs and and stuff, that’s not too bad at all. A net gain of 1681 words. I’m feeling rather good about myself and my progress right now.

I need to take a break, get dressed and head off to the supermarket. yippee… I’d rather stay here and write but if the weekly shop doesn’t get done, the natives will get restless. It’s bad enough that the alarm dog looks at me like a pork chop by times.

Besides, I have to get up and walk around. The cushion in the rocking chair isn’t overly thick and my wee arse is feeling numb. And there’s nothing worse than a case of numb bum! LOL!!!

Scene transitions

I’ve still not made it to the scene I was planning on working on the last couple of days, but I am in that portion of my novel, so I guess that’s a start. I’ve been told that some of my scene breaks are somewhat abrupt and that a few lines of narration can move me from one to the next.

So as I work my way to the “infamous” scene, making corrections and smoothing transitions as I go along, I’m still achieving my goal of writing every day.

Yeah me!

Some more words written…

I’ve still not got to the scene I’ve intended on working on all this week but have beefed up some others en-route to it. I’m getting closer and maybe tomorrow or Friday, I’ll actually get there.

The words are flowing and that’s the main thing. As a treat to myself for getting some words on “paper”, I farted about on Facebook for a bit.

Now I’m shutting down for the evening and going to spend some quality time with the sofa and the telly… and likely watching a program or two through the backs of my eyelids…

YAWN…

Still on Track

Well, I’m still on track with my goal of writing every day. Some of it is only changing a few words here and there, some is adding a paragraph or more, some just some action in a dialogue tag.

But I’m writing each and every day and that’s the main thing.

Happy Robbie Burns Day!

Aye, Robbie Burns Day. The evening is usually celebrated with food and drink and dancing. Typical fayre for the meal is Cock-a-Leekie Soup, Champit Tatties, Bashed Neeps, and the star of the meal – Haggis.

Burns’ poetry is read/recited. The most common of these are The Selkirk Grace and Address to the Haggis.  Then the head speaker gives a speech on The Immortal Memory of the bard, the lads give a toast to the lassies and the lassies reply.

And copious amounts of whisky are often consumed and sometimes a shot of the amber nectar is poured onto the haggis after it’s been sliced open.

Selkirk Grace…

Some hae meat and canna eat,
And some wad eat that want it;
But we hae meat, and we can eat,
Sae let the Lord be thankit.

And what is this Scottish lass having for supper on Robbie Burns Day? Spaghetti and garlic bread. Nae Scottish. However, might be persuaded to raise a dram of the amber nectar and toast Robbie Burns.

From the hubby’s iPad

Getting used to doing things on this -typing especially. This is even more awkward than typing on my BlackBerry. The fact I have long nails doesn’t help because this beast doesn’t respond to the touch of my talons on’y fingertips.
Still not bad to say this is the first time I’ve actually typing on it. Only one boo-boo that I can see and I’ll correct it later.

Typed entirely on the iPad in landscape orientation.

Took the Plunge

I’ve come out of the dark age. After much protesting, I finally signed up for Facebook. Still not happy with their privacy and ownership of content rules so you’ll not find much out about me there because I only put in the bare minimum of information.

Eventually, I’ll have it set up so folks can be fans of my books but at least, the account is started and maybe I’ll be able to keep up with the kith and kin across the pond on a more regular basis. Time will tell, I guess.

My Scottish roots and writing by Melanie Robertson-King