A Kid Again

I'm sooo not ready for Hannah to grow up (see icon).

The top of my baby sister's head reaches my breasts now, but she is too far from me in years to be so tall. I wish there was an anti-growth pill, or perhaps a vise for her skinny body. What if I couldn't bend down to kiss the part of her blond hair? What if, when I stalked her with the Tickle Hands of Doom, she stood to look me in the eye and say, Bring it on, Rae! What if her wide eyes stopped delighting in all the amazingly stupid things, the things I can't see without her?

*mourns*

Writerly Stuff for 7/2/05

Progress: 707 words on Elisa's Belly

Words so far: 14,105

Made-up words: N/A

Barely avoided clichés: errant page boy, also the copious noting of Alejandro's eyes in every frickin' scene.

The words I'll hate most to cut: It's hard to keep my hand in Alejandro's. I don't want to give him something of myself so easily because I'm not sure he cares.

Thank God an editor didn't see this: obsessive repetition of "interminable" *adds to list of words she may not use for at least two chapters*

General thoughts: In one scene, I didn't feel like describing stuff (again) so I made Elisa too tired/distracted to notice. *lazy* Then, I re-read and saw that it worked better that way. I guess the moral of the story is to trust my instincts. If I'm bored with something, then the poor reader is probably in reading hell. "Boredom" = "get on with the plot already"

Time for a movie and a glass of wine.