My nice husband gave me a volume of novels by Edith Wharton for Christmas. I’ve been reading House of Mirth, and tonight I just could not put it down till I finished it. So I have a very literary reason for this week’s Wuss-out Wednesday post. Doesn’t that sound higher class than “I’m tired” or “I’m drinking wine”?
In fact I am tired, and I have to admit that it is for no discernible reason. I worked for a mere eight not very strenuous hours and did not go running after work. I obviously did not write a blog post while at work. Did I write? Oh my, yes, I did. Just not a blog post.
I am working on the actual script for the murder mystery Ilion Little Theatre is putting on for a church’s fundraiser. I started it yesterday, dragging one sentence at a time out of my brain. I knew how I wanted it to start, so I wrote that. Then what? Another line. What next? Another line. Then a line that gave me a few more lines after that. Maybe this would work.
Today it was different. I had ended yesterday not exactly sure where to go next, but thinking in a vague sort of way that I would figure it out. While I worked I just sort of let the characters float around in my head. Full disclosure: I’m not even sure who the murder is yet. Soon a few lines of dialogue magically appeared. Then a few more.
When it was lunch time I wrote like a maniac, quickly getting down everything I had been composing in my head. Then I came up with a few more things. The only problem was, what I came up with does not follow consecutively with what I wrote yesterday. This is a problem I shall easily solve in editing.
Ah, now I must get to editing, mustn’t I? I came home and fired up the desktop to type in what I wrote. Then I was overcome with fatigue. I called my mother for a pep talk. I told her how tired I was, but when I got off the phone I said I would try to do something useful. She said I should do something fun, “like read a book.” So I picked up Edith Wharton JUST FOR A MINUTE.
And that brings us to the present. Ooh, and it’s 400 words. That’s pretty good for a Wuss-out Wednesday. Hmmm…. would that have made a better headline? “Pretty Good for a Wuss-out Wednesday.” Discuss amongst yourselves.
Or do you suppose I used it before? I’m too tired to check.
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