... or computer.
How I feel about this rewrite wavers daily. It's overwhelming. This is the very last time I'm rewriting it. Period. From now on, I'm editing - or I'm moving on to another book.
Of course, if someone wants to buy it and offer me money to rewrite it, I'll happily change my mind. --hahaha
Knowing I'm not doing this again is... FREEING. So far it's been a lot of fun. Right now I'm in it to make myself laugh and fall in love. I'd lost sight of that.
I've been playing with my MC's voice a bit. Seeing how far I can push her without her sounding overbearing, or how much I can pull back to show her vulnerability without making her look like a wet noodle.
I have decided to use my last draft as extensive outline -- keeping the parts I love and dropping what I don't. There are large portions of plot that I'm going to keep. Granted, I may have to change much (or all) of the actual writing so that it reflects the MC's new voice.
The best way to do that is to work with the versions side-by-side. Something that is super easy on my desktop. However, I can not think in the living room. For some reason, in this house, I am only productive when I'm working upstairs alone in my bedroom (go figure *wink*). I'd love to have an office but, hey, it is what it is.
Out comes the laptop. My current laptop, while perfect for writing trips to Starbucks, stinks for side-by-side work. It's only as big as a wallet. I can barely see one Word document, let alone two!
I got out my 17" behemoth. It was one of those buys where after I got it home I thought, what was I thinking?! It's HUGE! It was quickly replaced with something a little more reasonable.
Once I got it set up (after the trouble of finding the plug...) I realized it's perfect for what I need. I'm happily writing upstairs by myself. Ahhhh nice.
I love this computer now! I'm fickle. I know it. I own it. Moving on...
Bekah strolled into my room last night and did a double take. "Where did that come from? It's huge! Where's the tiny one?"
Steven (who was on the bed with Seth and me) said, "She fed it."
I nodded. "Yeah, food and water."
Steven gave me the 'you're seriously dumb' look. "NOT water."
"Er, right." I admit, that wasn't the brightest thing to say in light of her previously 'washing' my iPod and Steven's computer. "Not water. Computers can't have water, they're like Gremlins."
"Gremlins?" she asked.
Seth was more than happy to fill her in. "You know, those crazy monster things. They can't have water, they can't go in the sun and... What's the other one, Daddy?"
"They can't eat after midnight."
"Right." Seth nodded.
Okay... Let's just back up right there. I needed to know something. "Seth, you haven't watch Gremlins in over a year. How did you remember that?"
"I remember everything." He tapped at his head.
"Yeah... and you still can't read."
He huffed. "That I don't want to remember!"