Another Village Pub writing session.

After a week off from my mother visiting from Oregon. I'm trying to delve back into the post apocalyptic world of my character.
I told my mom I'd let her read my manuscript up to page 50. Well, a week before she arrived i went back, threw out 10 pages and rewrote the rest. I was yelled at before about this. But these changes make me so happy, erasing all but my grammatical worries about this manuscript.
What did I do? SIMPLIFY!!!
But, I think I pissed off my mom not having anything ready for her to read.
Today, I added only 2 handwritten pages, but they were good, in my opinion. Adds more action, less cutesy crap, and a bit more grit.
I'm on 3 pilsners so I should get home. Type this up. Besides the guys at the bar are wondering why I'm typing on my iPhone so much. Half this place is reserved for a singles group arriving in half an hour. Don't need to see that!

Cut and paste...

Well I was up to nearly 12000 words typed last night. Then I realized how a whole character didn't work out. So taking him out and some scenes dropped me to 10500. But that's ok! It works!
I do have about 3000 handwritten words to incorporate, hopefully tonight.

Pub writing.

As I mentioned in an earlier blog. I was using Thursdays as my mass writing day. I went to the library branch near my house and immediately hated it. I came home angry and remembered the pub down the street opened at 4. Drove down and wrote about 6 pages in a matter of a few hours. Downed only 2 pints... I'm working, remember! Still here and ready to go home. If only they'd bring the tab!

Designation: handyman

Actually the title should read: designation: screw this! Apparently my newer style round physic is not designed to bending over a tub and scraping caulk and mold all day. Also there is an old guy on YouTube that demonstrates how easy it is to scrape the caulk... I wanna punch that guy.