I'm up early this morning. I've gotta get the lead out on this naughty summer wip. Last night, between bouts of tinkering with Twitter and Youtube, I managed to clean up 4 whole paragraphs. Oy vey. No more of that allowed. *face slap*
On the other hand, I'm strictly denying my muse any playtime right now. I've locked her in a corner and she can stay there until she cooperates. That hussy, she wants to jump right on the full length wip and I know her, oh yes I do. I know she'll write pages and pages of notes on that full length, and then go... "Eh, enough of that. I'm sooo done here." And afterward, she won't want to put out again for months. Yes, months. How is a mortal woman to go without for that long?
No go, Miss Muse. Don't make me break out the paddle. You're blocked and barred from even glimpsing the proposed full length until the menage is complete and everyone has walked away satisified. Got it? Good. Now get that ass back to work.
To put myself in a summerly frame of mind, I've resorted to all kinds of colorful propoganda. I've been digging through beach pictures trying to get into the flow again. Let's see, I've got quite a treasure file going: pictures of resorts, palm trees, waves, hot guys in board shorts, girls in slinky bikinis, colorful drinks with little umbrellas in them, dune grass, cut off shorts, sea shells, sea birds, and white sand. Oh yeah, and Jeep porn, too. Throw a couple'a Bob Marley mp3s in on all that, and you have my all encompassing "get off your lazy duff and write something already, Cora" experience.
While rallying for a big attack on the summer wip, I've also had to do a bit of research on surfing in Argentina, and Argentine names for men. I had no idea until yesterday that there is a government list of approved names parents are referred to for naming their children. All baby names must be approved. This is to protect kids from being named something ridiculous or inappropriate, and also to help preserve culture. Until yesterday, I didn't know this.
Now to do the official clean up. I'm still a little short of the require word count, so the story has room to grow - sort of like a good pair of shoes. ;) Wish me luck!