Alyssa Alexander here! I was wracking my brain for an interesting post and couldn’t come up with anything. So I procrastinated by eating pistachios and making coffee. Then I procrastinated again by eating salad with leftover taco meat on it. Then I procrastinated more by telling myself I really needed to eat the cheese stick in my fridge.
When my tummy became too full, I procrastinated by doing something truly fun: Critiquing. I have the absolute pleasure of being critique partners with Kimberly Kincaid, whom I love, adore, worship and envy. (Envy, because she writes twice as fast and twice as polished as I do.)
Not every author writes with critique partners, as we all have different methods of getting ideas out on paper and editing the words. But when critiquing works, it can work miracles.
It’s also good for procrastination.
Just yesterday, during my epic procrastination stint, I hit on a little something in one of Kimberly’s scenes that was bugging both of us. Neither could put our finger on it, though. I read it through for the third time yesterday and figured out what was off. All she did was tweak a few things, delete 350 words (ouch!), and then I received a deluge of emails and texts full of love. Also, she may have said, “I cannot believe I didn’t see that? I feel like an idiot.” To which I responded: “Forest. Trees. And I didn’t see it either until this time around!!!”
This is why authors need friends. All those trees on the page—in the case of a full length romance, about 90,000 trees on the page—and sometimes we lose sight of the forest. All we need is another set of eyes to observe the forest in its entirety. (And now I’m done with metaphors or similes or whatever that was.)
Now, Kimberly lives in the DC area-ish. I live smack in the middle of the Mitten State. I have never been to her house, nor has she been to mine. (Which is good, actually, because she’d be lucky to find my floors between the laundry baskets and Legos!) I typically get to see Kim about once a year at the National RWA® conference. This year the conference is July 13-16 in San Diego—and it will be the first time in 6 years I haven’t attended.[Imagine a very sad face here. 🙁 But I went to Europe in April and can’t manage two such trips in a year.]
Which means I won’t get to see Kim, nor will I get to cheer for her book, FIRE ME UP, which was nominated for a RITA Award (that’s the Oscars of the Romance World). I won’t get to hold her hand as they announce the winner on Saturday, July 16. I won’t get to dress up in my fancy gown and wear toe-pinching stilettos and have champagne and wish her luck.
I will get to cheer her on (and another critique partner up for a RITA, Tracy Brogan) as I watch it live, streaming over the internet from my living room.
Probably while wearing jammies and procrastinating on folding laundry.
And, just because I miss her terribly, I’m giving away a copy of FIRE ME UP, ebook or print! Open to International and US (because I don’t mind shipping Adrian, the hero, to anyone. He is SO HOT and my favorite of all of Kimberly’s heroes). 18 years or older. Winner to be chosen by random . org.
Just comment below and tell me what you do to procrastinate! Hopefully it doesn’t involve pistachios. Or cheese sticks.
Though, if Adrian hits your doorstep, you may feel free to procrastinate with him. I might have mentioned…Ahem. SO HOT.