Jennifer Crusie's Blog: Argh Ink

I’ll get a real post up here as soon as I scrape myself off the floor. Quick updates: I turned 62, I’m back home, and that house I bought in NJ has to be completely gutted.

In the meantime, I need titles with “wild” in them. Shorter is better. Already used: Wild Night, Wild Ride, and Wild Child. So some more snappy two-syllable titles would be best although at this point, I’ll take anything. I need three of them. No you’re not going to see anything by these titles any time soon. The problem is taking up space in my brain that I need to write other things. So I’m moving it into your brains.

Braaaaaaaaaaaaaains.

Sorry. It’s been a grueling month. And I’m old.

So, Wild Titles. Have at it.

The screen on my laptop just went wonky. We took it to the Genius bar and they say it needs a new display. Which they don’t have. The display should be in with five days and then if I leave it with them overnight . . .

Okay, my screen is WRIGGLING. And they’re not going to be able to fix it for A WEEK???

Pardon me, I had to go lie down for a minute. read more >>

I’ve been distracted and I never told anybody about Lani’s next revision class and it starts Sunday. So to ease my guilty conscience:

Saturday is the last day to sign up for Lani’s Revision class at Storywonk. She’s teaching structure and she learned everything she knows from me, so it’s very good. She’s still wrong about the end of Indiana Jones, but hey. No one’s perfect.

I’ve been e-mailing with a friend who’s struggling with her romance novel. She’s very smart and she’s studied hard and she loves the genre, but she’s having a hard time understanding how to write romance, which I can understand because it’s a damn hard thing to do. So at first I gave her a pep talk on following her instincts: read more >>

Day Three without internet. We think that the problem might be that the last guy to fix it, a descendent of B. S. Johnson, routed the line through the dog door. Thank God, Panera, McDonald’s, and Beechmont Toyota all have WiFi, but still, ARGH. I told Mollie I was going crazy without the net and she said, “Why? You don’t need it to write, do you?” And I do because when I think of something while I’m writing, anything at random, I want to go check it, to see it, to ask somebody about it. I have to go and find out. Which makes me feel guilty because obviously it would be better to just concentrate on writing the book which is so grossly past deadline I’m having trouble sleeping at night. Then I read an article in Scientific American Mind, and it all became clear and the guilt disappeared. read more >>