Festival Madness

On a roll last night until 1:15 a.m. Back at the keyboard this a.m. , butt planted in chair. Always such fun to write the ending, once you're geared up for it. 93,780 words. Yikes. I do want to keep this one under 100,000. A writing teacher once told our class to put everything you like into the first draft. It's easier to subtract than add scenes, he said. So here's hoping.

Writing group thought the Snarklings were really cruel about my pitch. Maybe my group is too supportive. And mystery writers are really nice people, whereas the Snarklings could be writing anything. Lots of Sci-Fi, lots of fantasy, some chic-lit, a tad of literary stuff, a few mysteries, a bit of YA, the whole enchilada. Still, I would never trash anyone's writing. Well, hardly ever.

Have you ever noticed that any group that has "Concerned" or "Family" in the title has an agenda that makes you want to flee and fast? How does Concerned Wellness sound? Or Family Wellness? Flee faster? Concerned Family Wellness? Get out of there at the speed of light.

Scroogie Thoughts, none merry. Amen.

Onward,

Grapeshot