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4 March 2020

Song Mood: Monster Mask by Pomplamoose.  Pomplamoose, though misspelled, is French for grapefruit.  Monster Mask is what I’m feeling.  Like a story that I want to write of a young woman in pigtails walking around with a leashed monster, ie the older guy.  With the collar and leash, he has to do her every command.  In the story that I thought up (I don’t a year, two years, four years ago?) she commands him to help her escape the trouble she’s in the world that they are in and he burrows into our world.  ‘Everyone feels like a monster, sometimes’ goes the chorus of Monster Mask.  Sometimes I feel like a monster.

I put in thirty hours and will do five hours each day till the weekend.  Tomorrow I will get some writing done.  With luck I will finish the rough draft at 20,000 words plus.  I decided that when I go back to edit the story, I will add a lot of description and reaction to events.  I will try to emulate Gideon the Ninth with the descriptions that I will add.  I may not have the humor that Tamsyn Muir has, but I can see that adding the description is vital.

Even though I’m switching things up, I’m going around in circles.  Yes, I’m writing more, reading more.  But I’m in this loop where I’m mostly by myself on the weekends until like Sunday.  Where I’m not really having conversations or for that matter hanging out with anyone.  When I make my little trips, I making them by myself.  Not engaging with any conversation with people in the places that I go.  So something needs to change and I’m not sure how to go about it.
In every bad romance novel or movie, there is one element that they have in common with the best romantic movie or novel.  That is lead proximity.  The male and female leads are always close to each other.  Most of the time, they share 70% of the scenes together.  So it doesn’t matter if they were once together, complete strangers, once dating but now on a break, the more time they have together will make them realize that the were meant for each other.
I think life is a little like that.  The more times you bump into the person you have feeling for, the better the chances that you be with that person.
I like to think of the proximity concept for groundhog’s day.  If that day repeated itself, who did I see and who would fall into the lead proximity with me?

So plans from now until Saturday, finish the final fight scene for the current project.  Write the beginning of the next project.  Figure out this whole in detail active description thing.
Write the first scene of the next project.  Decide on a trip or find a writer’s conference to go to.  Or decide on a Red Sox game.  The Red Sox plays the Twins (or as I like to call them, the Twinkies) at Fenway Park on my birthday.  It wouldn’t be much of a game.  The Red Sox would sluff off the first five innings and then crush them in the end.

There is a project that I would like to write and or a variation of it as well.  I call it ‘the Witch.’  It’s story where the male lead can’t figure out why his love life sucks.  There is a witch among the women he knows and talks with who has cast a spell on him.  And then it ends with him finding out who the witch is and kisses her.  The variation of that story is the guy is really a ghost and the witch’s spell keeps his spirit within proximity to her.  It will be a couple of years before I get to that.
I need to finish the next several projects first.  And for once, I think I can.


At the moment, life will be the same but with little changes here and there.  I will get more writing done.  I will read more stories.  And one day, before I know it, the change that I wish to see will have already taken place.

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