Enter villain, stage left

Writing: 2,547 words today, in two sessions.

Seems like its taking forever to assemble the key players on stage. This is one of those things where in the outline I simply wrote "N's funeral" but I've been writing for a day and a half now, and still haven't gotten to the funeral. I figure it's at least one, possibly two more scenes before I get all the set up done.

I know this stuff is vital and important, and I'm sure that once I have someone else read it, they'll tell me that it's not dragging. But right now I'm cursing myself. I mean, come on, N's been dead for days, how long is it going to take me to get the body in the ground and get on with the next act of the conspiracy? Something's starting to smell around here....

Writing. Some days it's good. Some days it sucks. Some days you write pages of great stuff but then feel like you've only moved the ball a couple of inches towards the goal line.

The other side of rejection

I think most people who read my blog also read arcaedia's, but those who don't may want to check out her excellent post on rejection as seen from the agent's side of the fence.