Balls and Walnuts
more than you ever wanted to know
Jolly good show
I’m all written out, folks. I reread the last 4000 words of my WiP, edited that part, and then wrote another 5100+ words. Even on my best days of the Brakan Correspondent trilogy (Nest, etc.), I don’t think I ever managed more than 4000 in one day, and I’m sure my average (on a day when I was able to write at all) was closer to 2000.
What does it mean? Does my muse live for writing humorous romance? And please don’t call it “lad lit” or “gick lit” or whatever. *Shiver* what godawful terms.
Anyway.
Just reread the sex scene. I had doubts about it, and I guess I still do, since I’ve never tried to write a sex scene from a female pov. Also, I can well remember how certain writers completely muck up that opposite-sex-pov thing. Guess I’ll have to wait until my gal readers give me feedback on this scene.
I laughed more rereading it than I did writing it. Surely that has to be a good sign. No . . . while I writing it, I was too distracted by the fact I was turning myself on. I do that quite well, but then, I’ve had years of experience.
D.
Bloke books, that’s what I call them. How do manage to get all that alone time in which to write so much? I can’t be left alone for ten minutes without someone shouting “Mom!?” or “Honey…?”
I know…I really must talk to the postman about calling me honey all the time, sheesh.
I’m jealous. Where can I read it? Or do you not have the wip up…?
If you’d like to be added to the beta reader list, email me at
azureus at harborside dot com
and I’ll send you a Word doc (or other format, if you need a different one).