Quiet weekend, which I’m good with. My favorite part was getting videos of my grandson, Turbo. He was playing with a friend, and they were so cute together. Both are 3. But at one point she hugged Turbo, who made some kind of mild protest I didn’t really catch on the video.
The sweet little girl said, “Sorry.”
Turbo respond, “It was so much hugs.”
I cracked up. Then later, Turbo hugged her. 3 year olds are adorable sometimes.
Otherwise, my weekend was the usual stuff; cleaning, errands, cooking, walking with Maggie, and writing. The book is developing, but wow, I was pulling some quotes to send to Carla (my assistant) and talk about messy. The pages are just brimming with typos, missing words and general nonsense that even I can’t make heads or tails of. I convinced the Wing Slayer Hunters are putting in that gibberish in there just to screw with me.
Seriously. They’re devious like that.
But that’s okay, my general rule is:
The first draft is a disgusting mess with glimmers of hope that a story is possible.
The second draft shows signs of story structure, character development and a plot arc.
The third draft is a freaking miracle that might be publishable
So that was my weekend, how was yours?