pjthompson | Moving On (Reply)

It's been a week:

of recovering from the cold that laid me flat all last week. Still coughing but at least I have my energy back.
of packing up the office I've occupied for the last seven and a half years. It's amazing how much cr*p one can accumulate in seven years. Purging is good, they tell me. The building we're leaving is World War II era. The new building is so strangely modern and clean—don't know if I can handle that.
of emergency car repairs. Perhaps just bad luck this time, not vandalism. My distributor did a full collapse. And yes, since my car is old enough to have a distributor cap, at first I was deeply suspicious (too many mystery novels in my past). The mechanic said he didn't think it was sabotage this time.
of finally arriving at a decentish 5 page synopsis for my 586 page novel. Yes, I do enjoy having my teeth extracted through my anus—why do you ask? My synopses always suffer from what I've come to call "factulence" in their first drafts. I am so determined to get every "important" fact and plot point into 5 pages that those first drafts read more like resumes than stories. Usually one of my friends has to remind me that I am indeed trying to tell a story, then I go through several revisions of storyizing. It was deeply painful, but after four drafts I think I'm in a much better place. Is that a white light I see up ahead? Is that the voice of a loved one calling to me?
of presidential debates

Which, of course, allowed plenty of room for being phylumsophical. But perhaps those musings are best left for a separate post, one that is carefully labeled so those wishing to avoid it can do so.