It's raining. The non-pleasant variety. It's chilly and damp and yucky. I want real spring rain. You know, the gently falling variety on a cool but comfortably so kind of day. Yesterday, I sat outside on the porch and waited for a storm to hit. It was mild out, and the breeze was cool. Thunder was rumbling very low and steady for a while. It was nice. You could feel that anticipatory charge in the air as the storm approaches.
Unfortunately, or fortunately, the storm fizzled out. I was kind of looking forward to one of those mellow storms without all the hail and freaky lightning and crazy winds. But it was enjoyable while it lasted.
WIP-wise, Janie is nearing the end. I didn't think I'd ever get there. Kind of hard to write diligently on a subject that hits a little too close to home. I think I spend a lot of time trying to avoid dredging up old emotions. But now that I've passed the 90K mark, I'm determined to finish the draft by month's end.
Naturally, since the story is nearing the end, I'm an emotional wreck. My beta-girls know why. See, Janie is dealing with things I had to deal with not so long ago - losing her father. And the timing of these final chapters coincide with the anniversary of my own father's death coming up on April 27th. So it's definitely tweaking some very sensitive nerves. I'm bawling like crazy as I write, and spend my days contending with puffy eyes and a stuffed up nose.
I think my one fear, as I was writing Janie, was duplicating my own father's illness. But looking back on some of the things I've written, I'm glad to see that I've managed to keep my father's experience separate from the fictional account of illness I'm crafting. There are a couple of quotes I recall from my father that I have snuck in as a subtle homage of sorts. Literally one or two. But anything regarding my father that makes it into the story seems to be clinical in nature. And Joe is definitely his own person in the story, though I think his essence is inspired by my dad.
Still, I find myself unwilling to let Joe go. *sigh*
In other non-news, I made chili. It is yum.
I need a beach. I know I say that repeatedly, but I really need to get to the shore and chill on a beach for a few hours. Every time I get two days off, it coincides with me feeling like total crud, so I don't have the energy to get there. Plus, I really want to see Folly Beach and the lighthouse there. *pats camera*
It would also be nice to see Tybee when it isn't completely frigid outside. Myrtle isn't far away, but I find it too resort-oriented. Edisto is beautiful, but it's too rental-oriented. I need a secluded beach with a nearby affordable hotel, dammit!
Been looking at conference announcements, and it seems like I'll have to pick out one this year and hope I can scrape together the dough to get there. Looks like SCWW is the only feasible one, which is awesome, but I'm sad that Pennwriters doesn't seem likely. Too bad I can't play writer beggar and put a virtual tin can on my website for people to contribute to my need to take classes on how to avoid passive writing. *snort*
Anywho, enough whining. I must get back to the writing, yo. /weekly required blog post.