I didn’t get a jump start on the writing today, and I think that’s why it took me so long to cover the ground I wanted–two hours butt in chair? Ha! More like three.
But I did it. I’ve got another 3000 words done, which means the first fifty are ready to go.
Not that I’m sending anything out until the entire thing’s done, but they’re good and I shouldn’t have to polish them again.
For the record, I’m still liking the novel. Go figure.
Stuff I still need to figure out: women’s roles in this society other than as traditional. Mareet’s definitely not traditional, and I’m going to have to work it out in my head as to how she’s managed to make it this far. I also have to figure out what happens to unwanted children–which would apparently be most of them, because otherwise, roving hordes of small children, which are nowhere in this book. Or how they deal with the separation of the sexes in a society that allows them to mingle.
Lots to ponder.
Tomorrow’s going to be double word count, because Saturday’s all taken up with the Master Chorale rehearsals and performance. I’m familiar with most of the music (at least the melody lines, which I’m sure I won’t be singing. Because, alto, d’oh.)
Sunday night will be one of my vocal studio classes. You show up and sing one of your current pieces to a small group of people. My teacher (and possibly others beside) give you a little critique of what they liked, or what they think you need to work on. It’s very supportive and I’ve grown to enjoy them–as opposed to being terrified. Which is a step in the right directions for my performance anxiety.
As I improve vocally (and can count on keeping my voice stabilized), that seems to be slowly fading. I’m grateful.