Hobkin is getting precariously close to being popped into a stew pot. He woke me up at 7AM this morning (after I’d stayed up until 2AM, writing) by walking over my chest and hitting me in the face with his tail. Then, when I was inclined to roll over, he dug at me with his claws (which are pointy since I just trimmed them) until I opened my eyes, bleary and sleep-fuddled.
Me: “What is it, boy? Is Timmy down the well again?”
Hobkin: “Hi Mom! I’m going to go nap under my hutch now, okay?” *traipses off*
And now I’m wide-awake. Yep, skunk-nose stew, mmmm.
Still haven’t formally outlined the novel WIP, and I think I need to do so. I’m writing all over the place in non-chronological sequence, with only slight assurance that I’ll be able to hook up the pieces. ‘Course, that’s the way I wrote my middle-grade fantasy manuscript, so I’m not knocking that strategy, but I had a better idea of where I was going with it. And I still wrote a couple scenes that I didn’t end up using.
maybe you can use your leftover scenes as stand alone short stories? i wouldn’t feel the waste too badly. i have found in myself, that a reluctance to write words that may not be used is a serious brake to my creativity. when every word/stanza is questioned, it is nearly impossible to get up a flow. whereas, on the other side, every word written and erased is practice and honing the craft. if you gained insight into your characters it will not matter that the reader never sees the words you wrote. that character will come through in the rest of the story.
p.s. i sent you a note through the tangent website regarding poetry review, but i forgot to mention my lj name *waves*.
Re: excess scenes
I just replied to your email re: poetry reviewing for Tangent!
Re: excess scenes
I can relate. Boink waits until I’m just dozing off, then jumps in bed and either whacks me with his tail or tickles me with his whiskers. I love the little monster, but there are times I sooo want to introduced him to the concept of the catapult.
Mmmf. Catapult . . . skunkapult. *twitter*
Stew and sauna
Ah. Think my parents have thought the same with us kids in the past.
Re: Stew and sauna
Ah, but skunks can also be turned into gloves . . .
Something tells me Hobkin is not too concerned about becoming a zippy bisque.
He’d end up eating all the good bits in the stew pot anyway. Guess I’m going to have to learn to live with early morning wakings via skunk tail and skunk feet.
Linus and Candi tried to physically push me off the bed last night. Is that equivalent?
They’re ganging up on you now??
Every night. They don’t believe that beds are for sharing. They believe beds are for Linus and Candi.