Bookshelves and Boot Camp

I like to think that I got a lot done in my self-fashioned Writer's Boot Camp. Actually, I got a lot more done than I would have if I had stayed home and a lot more got done than I really expected. Still, I wish I would have done more.

What did I do in Rachael's Writer's Boot Camp?

Tuesday I waited for J in the room and played on the wireless internet. We went to Pizza Hut for dinner, went for a swim, and watched the Piston's game. Wednesday we went to breakfast then J went to work. I went for a swim then heard housekeeping coming up the hall and halled out to the nearest Target where I bought all kinds of useless stuff and hairdye (which is not useless). Went back to the room. It was not clean. I edited about 30 pages of YA1 when I heard housekeeping enter the room next to me. I packed up and went out for lunch but could not find anywhere to eat and ended up at a couple of thrift stores. I got lost in Muskegon but found a library and stopped to check it out. I finally found a BK about ten minutes away from the hotel. I went back to the room. It still was not clean. Frustrated, and out of money and things to do, I drove around for about a half hour then sat in the parking lot and edited. I went back to the room. It was clean. I changed my myspace page twice. J came home. We worked out then went to Pondrosa then watched meaningless TV.

You know, I had a great time. Even editing was fun. I hate to admit it but this was the first time that I have edited anything. Because I was terrified that it would suck. It doesn't. While I was reading, I was struck by how good the writing actually was. I noticed the kinks in the story right away and noted how to even them out. I liked it. I found myself with tears in my eyes and a grin on my face. I think this could be the one.

This morning, I did not want to leave. J didn't want me to leave. I could have just called in and stayed an extra day. I would have loved it. But I was responsible and made it across the state way too quickly. I am indifferent to going home. I don't even miss the cats that much. Don't tell them. They have claws...

I need some damn bookshelves.