Thursday, July 03, 2008

Provincetown 27

Right now I'm downright exhausted. I got extremely excited by new ideas and I've been working to implement them into the manuscript. I awoke early this morning and commenced working directly. I keep the laptop at the ready beside the bed. I simply brushed my teeth, washed my face and lay in bed with pages scattered all around. I didn't get out of my pajamas until two in the afternoon. I showered and came to the lounge to check my mail. I had two letters! One from Allen and another from Judi Heartsong! How I love to get letters here. While checking my e-mail, Dorothy, the summer program director stepped into the computer lab and said, "I had a dream about you last night." She said she hadn't seen me in so long she'd started worrying about me. She had an anxiety dream that something might have happened to me.

I laughed and said, "But I was at the reading last night." (Jayne Anne Phillips' reading).

"You were!" she cried. She said she was so tired herself she hadn't noticed.

I told her she was right, though, my profile here has been low the past couple of weeks. I explained to her that when I go underground, I go UNDERGROUND.

I'm very happy with the manuscript so far. I've lost track now of how many times I've started anew and, while typing, deepened the characters and the situation. Despite all the retyping, I've got about 60 manuscript pages now. My goal was to have a finished rough draft by the end of July. I don't know if that will happen, but I'm happy with all progress so far.

Happy 4th. Every day is Independence Day for me this summer!

2 comments:

ggw07 said...

Fantastic! You sound happy as a clam digging in.
Gretchen

Judith HeartSong said...

I am so glad that it is going so well for you!!!

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