Monday, September 17, 2007
I had a good writing week. You don't often hear me say that. I'm usually whining about how difficult it is and how I can't seem to make good progress. Even I want to tell myself to shut up.
I made the mistake of rereading my first three chapters earlier in the week as I tried to get a feel for where my characters were going. They were rough. Somehow I thought they were better. I gave myself a stern lecture and convinced myself it was only a first draft and I would improve it tremendously on revision. I'm glad I fought the first response. By the time I turned off the computer last night I'd written over twenty pages. The dishes weren't done and the garbage hadn't been hauled out to the curb but the writing was done.
I hope to get through another twenty pages this week and make a decision on the bathroom reno.
I have to attend a curriculum night for my daughter's grade 12 classes. I don't want to go because really, what's the point? Does that make me a bad parent? In the early grades I was always volunteering in their classroom, the library, and fund raising (yuck.) It's not like she's in Grade 4 and needs help with fractions. It's not a parent/teacher interview where we talk about our own child. It's basically a lecture.
I wasn't going to go but my daughter looked disappointed so I guess I'll suck it up and go.