Other Things to Do During Naptime

Some of us enjoy writing novels.  Others, staging elaborate photo shoots.

My only question is...has this baby ever slept in her crib?

That is one good sleeper.

Mirror, Mirror, On the Wall

I'm growing my hair out.

For those of you who have attempted such a feat, you hear the steel grit of determination in my voice.  For those of you haven't, bless your virgin hair.  

I'm on the tail end of the awkward stage.  The first two trips to see my hairstylist (who I love...no, really, who I love), I proclaimed my intentions and watched in fascination as she trimmed around that horrid chunk on the right side of my head (oh, the horrid chunk).  Third visit, I almost cracked.  Whack it all off!  But Kelli kept a cool head and a clear eye.  No, this is the worst of it.  Just make it through this.

She was right.

This last Saturday, I went in for a fourth visit.  It's not quite where I want it to be, but it's getting there.  Three more weeks, and we're in ponytail territory.

There's a point to all this.  I'm waist deep in revisions right now.  It's not pretty.  That adage that sometimes you have to create a bigger mess to clean up the one you've got?  Yeah, I'm there.  Yesterday, my critique partners and I passed something like 1,182 e-mails between each other regarding a messy plot point that needs to be chopped off.  (Okay, I exaggerate.  It was more like 127.  And, yes, that number is fairly accurate.)  But the result?  The final e-mail was a resounding "LOVE IT!!!"

What is it about your own hair and your own writing that makes it so difficult to see the truth, to acknowledge it for what it is?  I don't know.  Maybe it's a combination of simultaneously loving and hating it too much.  Maybe it's staring at it day in and day out in the mirror.  Whatever it is, I can't tell you how thankful I am for levelheaded hairstylists and critique partners.  Not necessarily in that order.

My Toughest Critic

I mentioned in my last post that I'd been doing a lot of writing this summer.

As in, a lot.  (For me, that is...if you're one of those people who whips out a first draft in 17 days, please don't tell me.  I may have to lunge through my computer screen and hurt you.)

What to show for it?  A sparkly, frosted early MG novel that I finally got around to revising...while...taking a break from my first draft YA WIP (the first page of which is here, if you remember that particular awesomesauce blogfest from earlier this year).  Right now, I'm in the process of making the list (insert fiendish dah-dah-duhhhh music here) of needed revisions.

The Pea had his own suggestions:


Also, whatever you do, don't go here.  It's this icky-poo-poo blog contest over at Night Writer that I know you don't want to win.  I mean, Kiersten White's Paranormalcy and Stephanie Perkins' Anna and the French Kiss and Shelley Moore Thomas's Good Night, Good Knight?  Ick!  (I'm serious.  Don't go there.  I want to win this one so bad, I'm about to pee in my pants.)