Working on: RECKLESS
Chapter: 10
Page: 189
Music: Still Fountains of Wayne and Norah Jones…really want to hear Mary’s Prayer though.
Went for a long walk to try to get things straight in my head. For some reason, the sex writing just isn’t happening today, and I’ve spent my time online fooling around with this thing instead.
I decided when I started writing this story that–aside from the first three chapters, which I wanted to send to my editor as polished as I could–I’d just keep writing, not go back and fix anything, just get the book out, and then go back and edit and cut. With my other stories, I’ve sent each chapter to my critique partners as I finished; this story, I’m keeping to myself until it’s done. It’s a new process for me, and at the moment I’m finding it hard. I’ve discovered new aspects of the characters’ personalities (such as Marianne’s REFUSING TO GO FOR A CHEESEBURGER, grrrrr–see yesterday’s post) and I want to go back and refocus some of the previous scenes.
But I think, since I’ve set myself goals of writing a LOT, it’s going to be better just to forge ahead.
I don’t think it helps that I’m also facing a revision of my mainstream novel, SPIRIT WILLING, FLESH WEAK, and I’ve got a lot of anxiety about that. I love that book, and while I can see small changes to make, some shifts of emphasis, some plot to add, I don’t actually want to change the main focus of the book. I could do it. But I don’t want to.
I think, overall, it’s just an anxiety day today. I’m gonna make myself some decaf and try to write some sex. Oz (the hero) wants to make a comment about frostbitten buttocks. Think I’m gonna let him. 
