December 14, 2007

Treat and Retreat Were Sitting in a Boat…

Oh BBs. I have drafted and revised ALL of chapter 3 in the last two days, AND HERE! Mark it! HERE AND NOW! Here on this day, working again in this chapter, THIS is where the book got hinges and opened up for me. Right now I am going backwards through Chapter Two and it is my sincere-true-hearted-clear-eyed faith-tastic belief that it is CLOSE to being just as right as three, and when it IS, it will do for Chapter 1 what three has done for two---and then I can go FORWARD. I am SO pleased with myself it is POSITIVELY REPULSIVE. I keep pretending I have to go to the bathroom so I can shut the door and do a silent but manic prance away from the eyes of my fellow retreaters.

I still don’t have even a working title though. It WAS Texas Rose Red, in my head, but that has been nixed. Too bad. TRR had a lot of appeal for me, especially after the Acronymaliciously titled THE GIRL WHO STOPPED SWIMMING which was called first Togwiss and then Tibby-tak-em, . Texas Rose Red meant I could be writing a book whose abbreviated title was not a word, but a SOUND. I enjoyed pronouncing TRR by saying the T and then vibrating my tongue very quickly against the roof of my mouth in a VERY LOUD purring trill noise.

It was especially satisfying to announce in a loud voice, “I am going to work on TRILLLLLLLLLLLL” and listen to the immediate thunder of 12 paws on hardwoods as every non-aquarium bound animal in the house came bounding to me to say, “WHAT! WHAT???! WHAT?! Was that SOUND? Does it mean COME HERE I HAVE TREATS? Because it SOUNDED like it meant that. Truly.”

ANYWAY. I am going to get back to it, so here is fellow retreater Renee Rosen --- the parenthetical asides are from me...

Welcome to day three of the retreat, or what I prefer to call Camp Gruen. Aside from the fact that Joshilyn and Karen nearly banned Sara and I from TV viewing last night for chatting all during Project Runway, (BB’s CHATTING during Project Runway is a federal offense and the punishment is DEATH---Sara and Renee got off EASY!) we gals have had a stupendous couple of days. I will be returning to Chicago with significantly more words written and the distinct possibility of a bobcat love kitten, courtesy of Possum’s ahem ‘condition.’ (Sara HAS seen a BOBCAT! It was slinking lynxily along in the sideyard, sucking on a limp squirrel carcass as if it were a LOZENGE, and according to the supremely trustworthy internet it IS entirely possible that Possums alleged Lovah was a WILD BOY.
Sara would like me to commit to two love bobcat-kittens but one must walk before she runs…

Another treat here at Camp Gruen is the horseback riding adventures. With Joshilyn as my trusted guide, I got my post-back surgery body up on a horse. Getting off the horse was a different story. I’ve learned that it’s important to take one’s foot out the stirrups prior to dismounting. Live and learn, live and learn… As this is officially our final retreat night, I must return to my girls and my Possum’s Cherry-Lime Bomb (a Joshilyn original bar creation).

P.S. Karen a.k.a Pig Pen will be next up to blog and DO NOT listen to what she says about me. I’m only SLIGHTLY OCD and she is obsessive about licking my utensils. Let that be the cliffhanger…Tune in for more tales from the bunker.

Posted by joshilyn at December 14, 2007 9:06 AM

First the Dex-tini and now Possum’s Cherry-Lime Bomb. It sounds as if you could make extra cash as a bartender in an upscale cocktail lounge. Just think of all the stories you'd hear from patrons that could be used in material for future books!

Congratulations on having a wonderfully productive week!

Posted by: Elizabeth at December 14, 2007 9:42 AM

A cherry-limb bomb sounds like, well, da bomb. You must share the recipe.

And why did you have to hide to do you manic prance? I woudl think that you could be your true manic prancing self with THOSE gals more than anybody else. In fact, I bet they would manic prance WITH you, in celebration. Boy, that would be a sight to see, especially given what we know about Joshilyn's and Karen's dancing skillz!

Posted by: Leandra at December 14, 2007 10:08 AM

I meant cherry lime bomb, not cherry limb bomb. That's what happens when you don't proofread.

Posted by: Leandra at December 14, 2007 10:09 AM

I am SUCH a 12-year-old! I can't read "Possum's Cherry-lime bomb" without snickering like a little pervert ;-)

So good that everyone is getting writing done!!

Posted by: Beth at December 14, 2007 10:27 AM

"Sara would like me to commit to two love bobcat-kittens but one must walk before she runs…"

Dood, you are SO already committed to two. You may not remember, but I do. Oh yes, I do. Are you going to make me post that picture? Because I will. And then I'll say LOOK WHAT YOU MADE ME DO!!

Posted by: Sara at December 14, 2007 1:16 PM

I just want to know how ANY of you get ANY work done with all of that humor flyin' around.

And the wild cat sex.

And the booze.

Posted by: Roxanne at December 16, 2007 2:51 PM

Is Texas Rose Red a relationship rose? ; )

Posted by: Elizabeth at December 17, 2007 6:33 AM

Can I have a bobcat kitten? Does it come with a cocktail? can we have sentence from each of your brilliant WIP's? Is anyone else bathroom dancing? Can I keep asking questions?

Posted by: linda at December 17, 2007 11:13 AM