No, the title of this entry isn’t about free love. (Is there such a thing?) It’s about books. I’ve been editing the novella I finished over two weeks ago, along with the one I’m currently working on. I originally thought that the one I’m currently working on had structural problems. Turns out, it doesn’t. The other book is a different story. I started editing it and realized in short order it’s going to take a lot of work to get this particular manuscript into shape. Ugh! I actually thought this story would be a piece of cake to get together. I was wrong. This one will take tons of elbow grease before it will be ready to present to readers. Sigh… Thank goodness I have great critique partners.
On a different, less frustrating note, I was feeling ambitious enough this morning to get out a workout tape. I know, exercise isn’t my favorite thing to do either, which is obvious since I’m beyond out of shape. (Don’t let the picture fool you.) The tape is called the Goddess Workout. I believe it was made famous by an episode of Sex in the City. Who knew bellydancing could be so hard? Actually I did know, because I have a dear friend who’s good enough to compete in the dance and makes her own costumes. But I guess I forgot. Twenty minutes later muscles I didn’t know existed, started to show themselves. I decided to stop and give it another try tomorrow…that is if I can move in morning. Until next time…Jordan, who thinks it’s bad enough to have to be on the Atkins diet…
April 12th, 2004
