out goes one batch in comes another

We took our friends to the airport yesterday and said a fond farewell (the “fond farewell” sounds sort of like those old fashioned books I used to read when I was young.  Little Women, Rose in Bloom, Girl of the Limberlost.  Funny.) It was a grey day, slush falling from the sky.  Afterwards we stopped at Second Time Around and lucked out.  We found a great coffee table!  It used to be an old library table but someone had cut the legs down and I was real happy because it is hard to find a nice large sturdy coffee table that has room for everybody to put their feet up, place their coffee mugs on and still have plenty of room for the odd box of chocolate, bowls of salted nuts and a few books sprinkled about.  I am so happy to have found such a perfect one.

This will be a short blog because I have to get some proper writing done.  We have two more people arriving this afternoon.  Writerly folk, and friends to boot.  So that will be fun.  We are going to have a writing extravagazana!  Don and I will make a huge hot breakfast, then we will disappear into our prospetive writing spots, write like the crazed writing fiends we are and then emerge blurry eyed in the late afternoon, to prepare dinner and eat.  Then in the evening whoever needs help, or feedback will lie their writing naked on the living room table to be pummelled and helped and enouraged by the rest of us. 

I’m hoping I’m going to get tons done on my manuscript.  I so badly want to plow straight forward all the way to the end, but I can’t seem to with this one.  I keep gettting to these points where something happens and I realize that I need to go back to the begining and rework everything that I’ve done all over again.  This always happens with writing but with this manuscript it seems to be happening WAY more.  I hope it will all pay off in the end and that The Big Muckle will be a pleasurable enjoyable book for people to read.  Actually, let me rephrase that.  I hope that I will be able to get TBM into something that is publishable, AND then I hope that if it gets to that point, that people will want to buy it and read it and have a chuckle.  It’s so different from my other adult books.  Is more like the me you meet when you come to one of my book readings and how I am on this blog.  Sort of irreverant.

Eeks!  I just looked at the clock.  I’d better go write, rather than hang out here blathering to you about it.  Bye.

Posted by Meg Tilly on Friday, December 28, 2007 in Chewing the Fat

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