Time to update the description. WSV50 fencer since 2004. Mostly recovered from two meniscus tears in 2006 (not fencing related) and other minor injuries. Focused on improving fencing skills and avoiding injuries. Goal is to qualify for the WSV60 team in 2012.
I have been distracted for a short while due to a generous invitation of an editor friend which has driven me to chocolate and Diet Coke re-addiction. Thus, I am pausing to post a short, stress-relieving rant in what I hope will be a safe place where no one in writing sees it.
I have not written any non-humor pieces since (1) mother became ill and (2) I injured my knee because time sinks opened up and swallowed what had once been my so-called writing time. I have now been given an invitation to a closed anthology and I've got very little time left in which to revise this story to meet the publication's requirements.
I have a tribal character in a very limited world setting and she's not exactly been to an Ivy League school to pick up a huge dictionary and use such words as heliotrope for purple.
I'm half-way through a revision in which I've added 500 too many words to an already too long story in an effort to add the poetic prose and description, fleshing out the setting as a main character in the story.
I have consumed a bag of dark chocolate M&Ms. Frozen. The largest bag available at WalMart. I have four large, unopened bottles of Diet Coke on the countertop and I am staring at pages, yawning, and trying to figure out how the hell I am ever going to flesh this out into a LITERARY work and still keep the story true to the character of someone with a limited world view.
To hell with the Diet Coke! I need vodka.
Simon! Another bag of M&Ms, please.
Damn cats! They never pay any attention to me unless I'm eating tuna salad sandwiches.
I swear this is the equivalent of being told I can use only my back side of the strip, defensive actions, and will be awarded points only if I get single light actions.
07-27-2008 09:36 PM