So, you may remember that the second to last chapter of Cleaving featured a song called Honey Moon by David Poe, who is one of my all time favorite singer/songwriters. Well…I GET TO SEE HIM PLAY IN JUST UNDER TWO WEEKS! He’s coming to SF and the tickets are only $10 and I’m beside myself giddy. Seriously. And he knows I’ll be there and we’re exchanging FB comments and I’m totally fangirling. So yeah. That’s happening.
Here’s a link to the song in case you want to remind yourself of how awesome he is…
I’M GOING TO SEE HIM IN TWO HOURS AND I’M FANGIRLING SO HARD!!!!
writer: *stops mid-sentence* damn what’s the word I want?
writer: *spends 25 minutes on google trying to figure out the right vocab word*
writer: *gets a paragraph done*
writer: *starts another sentence, stops* what is that really specific fact I need?
writer: *spends an hour trying to figure out this obscure thing that probably doesn’t actually matter*
writer: Wait what’s that thing called again?
writer: *has no idea how to search for what I need*
writer: *ends up digging through blogs and other archived websites for details*
writer: *needs to reference source material for fact checking*
writer: *has to eat and sleep at some point*
writer: should it be “she regards him with disdain” or “she glares at him with disdain” ??? (hint: it doesnt matter but gunna go back and forth over it for an hour)
writer: *gets distracted by the internet in general*
writer: HOW IS THIS ONLY 800 WORDS???????
writer: fuck proofreading
writer: okay fine i’ll proofread.
writer: holy shit this is awful.
writer: *reworks entire sections*
writer: *doesn’t think I’m good enough as a writer and stops for a few days*
writer: repeat process as needed.