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Cut for a few too many word meters )

I haven't started working on my NaNo yet -- breakfast first, then writing. I don't know ... I'm just going to sit down after I eat and whichever muse shows up first and with the most enthusiasm, that's the one that's getting written.
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Heroine Addiction:

75052 / 100000


Look, three-quarters of the way done! \o/

I'm still not done with the two chapters I have to get done before I can go to bed, but the good thing is that I can stay up late tonight and not worry since I have nowhere to go tomorrow. Or for the next four days after that. I think I'd have an easier time getting the chapter I'm currently working on done if I hadn't skipped around a lot at work and written bits here and there I wanted to get down, but hey, that means less work later on, right?

Anyway, I may actually be able to pull this off. WOOHOO. I will be so thrilled to get this manuscript done and out of the way, I swear to God. I've been working on Heroine Addiction for six months this week, and it feels like FOREVER.

*

Oh, and by the way, I apologize to anybody who's kinda sick of hearing me yammer on about writing. Here, let me give you a taste of what you came here for: Hardcore nudity! The jokes, the boykissing, and the fic.

Why did the chicken cross the road?

Because that's where the two hot roosters were making out.

The chicken brought popcorn, lube, and a video camera, and a good time was had by all.


You're welcome. :)
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I'm officially signed up for NaNo.

I'm working on Gilded, which is the vampires-taking-over-except-not YA story. Well, it's currently YA, although I don't plan on that changing anytime soon. The main character's African-American, which I hadn't decided on when I first started sketching it out but realized I really wanted to do when I watched all that True Blood and figured out that while I'm touch-and-go on Tara, I find Rutina Wesley really really ridiculously pretty and now I can't stop picturing her (well, her at sixteen) as the main character.

It's times like this that I wish I were better at art, because while I do pretty well copying from a photo right in front of me I have a difficult time coming up with drawings from scratch, no matter how vivid the mental image is in my head. 'Cause the mental image in my head is very costume drama/steampunk/Harry Potter/Firefly/what-the-fuck-ever and I honestly cannot even begin to describe what the hell's going on in there without pictures. I just know what I like and I know what I'm writing and I know I'm going to be spending boatloads of time in the next few weeks worldbuilding my PANTS off.

But hey, I've gotten that taken care of. Now to actually, you know, write the damn story come November.
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Heroine Addiction:

55180 / 100000


The Grand Prize Winner:

120195 / 100000


Fic (\o/):

3381 / 3500


July word count:

9948 / 25000


Year-to-date [livejournal.com profile] getyourwordsout count:

100344 / 300000


WOOHOO! I know I'm way behind where I should be with [livejournal.com profile] getyourwordsout but I'm really just thrilled to have cracked 100k. Even if I just keep going at this rate, I'll get 200k by the end of the year, which would make me ecstatic even if I don't hit my [livejournal.com profile] getyourwordsout pledge.

Oh, and I'm counting yesterday's fic to last month simply because the majority of it save the last section were written in July, so screw it. :D

My goal for today is to try and get the finished chapters of Heroine Addiction edited and out of the way so that I can get back to writing it. Then there's editing more Grand Prize Winner chapters to do and comments to respond to and other novels I want to look over and assess. I still have to go over that writer's guide for the Regency story and take notes and things. Ugh, I wish I would get a callback for a job already so I can stop feeling like I'm delusional for putting so much time into my writing. Le sigh.
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Chapters of Grand Prize Winner that I've edited so far:



A lot of it right now is small continuity errors and sentence structure I hate and whatnot, but the next chapter's right about where I've got to start streamlining. I was really guilty in GPW of doing a lot of throwing-stuff-at-walls-and-seeing-what-sticks, which I have a bad habit of doing, although thankfully I seem to kept from doing too much of it in Heroine Addiction because I had way more figured out for that book at the same stage that I was while writing GPW.

But, yeah. I tend to throw a lot of loose ends into the mix and say, "I'll fix them later!" and that works ... sorta. It obviously wasn't working well with GPW, so the plan is to shave off the majority of the "Hi, I'm a clue!" moments, since so many of them turned out not to be, because I'm stupid and sometimes can't plan for shit. Cue headdesking.

On the bright side, I was only planning on getting to chapter three today, but chapter four snuck in there and out of the way, so that was nice. :)
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Uh, there is none?

The creative part of my brain feels like a desert right now. Just completely barren. Absolutely nothing's been flowing lately. Consider my brain a wasteland. *headdesk*

Part of the reason I really hope that I get the warehouse job is that between the pay and the regular employment I think it'll do me a world of good in regards to my writing. Not having to worry about paying my bills or the fact that I've been making up excuses to get out of my house at this point -- I practically tripped over myself taking my parents up on their offer to go visit family in Massachusetts with them last weekend -- would be a nice change of pace. I can't believe I miss my last job a little at this point, if only because I had more social interaction and plenty of work time by myself to brainstorm, both of which helped my creativity immensely.

I tend to inadvertently tie a lot of my self-esteem into my writing, since it's the one thing I feel like I do well with any consistency, so when I'm not writing it makes me feel like shit, and that just makes things worse. The problem of putting it front and center is that I end up taking a lot of pride in people liking my stuff even though I pretty much completely shut down when people throw compliments my way and turn into the painfully shy geek I was in high school who can barely get a thankful word out even over the internet, and then when I slip into a dry spell I feel like nobody wants to be anywhere near me because, hey, who wants to waste time with her when she's not even that interesting without a pen in her hand?

Hence, longer dry spell. *sigh*

Currently, I'm struggling to squeeze out words on Heroine Addiction, which I spend a lot of time using to kick myself in the ass over by making grumbly self-deprecating comments about how it deserves a writer who's not in severe need of mental repair. I think I may need to redo my outline for the rest of the chapters in a bit more detail to get going there. Trying to edit The Grand Prize Winner is making me go cross-eyed, so I can't even imagine how blind I'd go working on Dead Men In Dark Suits or the Books of Boggs. And there's Blood Red Carpet and Chapter and Curse to work on but can't. I'd be tempted to just write time-stamp ficlets or something based on my novels just to attempt to generate something, but even that much feels like trying to squeeze blood from a stone.

The one thing I was looking forward to when I got laid off was the free time to work on my writing, and that's sort of gone directly down the toilet. So basically, the one thing that inevitably picks me up when I'm sad or depressed is letting me down. Urgh.

You know, it's times like this that I go and do stupid stuff like buy bacon-flavored gumballs. (What? They're bacon-flavored.)
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Untitled:

9864 / 100000


I just finished chapter five. Now I'm going to take a little break and start in on chapter six.

Still no title. Heh. Usually I've got one by now, and instead I'm pouring all my creativity into writing the damn thing. Hell, I'm certainly not going to complain about THAT. :)
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Untitled:

8445 / 100000


That's chapter four done.

Tomorrow, chapter five, at least part of chapter six, and I'm going to come up with a goddamn title for this thing if it kills me.
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Untitled:

6201 / 100000


Eventually someone will get to read this. I think. Heh.

And my nonspoilery reaction to Heroes goes like this: LOL WUT.

EDIT: Heeeey, Adrienne Palicki's on tonight's episode of CSI Miami! I don't know if she's coming back, but hey, there she went.

*squeak*

Apr. 27th, 2009 07:29 pm
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Untitled:



Oh, my God, you guys, don't distract me. This is the most I've written in a MONTH.

You know what I think is helping? With the past couple of stories I've been working on, I've been really worried about getting other people's opinions on them. With this one, I'm just trying to WRITE the damn thing. Maybe I'll let someone read it after I hit 10k. Maybe. ;)

But now I'm off to make myself dinner and then watch the finales of Chuck and Heroes. Eh, Gossip Girl can wait.

Huh.

Apr. 27th, 2009 01:10 pm
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Untitled:

4064 / 100000


I just started the third chapter. I should have it done by the end of the day. This feels odder than it should considering I started it only three days ago. I'm going to dig up some sneakers and head over to the park to shoot around for a bit, but then it's back down to the apartment to write some more.
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Untitled story:

2408 / 100000


And now I'm going to eat dinner and then write some more. Did you hear that, people? I'm going to write more. \o/

I need to come up with a title. It'll make things go faster for me. Hmm.

EDIT: My brother's been in Maine this weekend meeting some girl he met online, and they went down to Boston today. He saw Jennifer Garner shopping somewhere. How does he DO that? I never see anyone famous.

Oh, right, I'm regularly too broke to leave my house. Never mind.
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Zac Efron drops out of Footloose remake.

THANK FUCK. I love Footlose, and I like Zac Efron okay, but for God's sake, NOT TOGETHER.

*

8 Awesome Cases of Internet Vigilantism

The cat abusers made the list. GOOD. Lousy fuckers.

*

Current word count of Blood Red Carpet:

OW.

Mar. 22nd, 2009 03:02 pm
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So last night I don't know what the hell I did to myself in my sleep, but my right shoulder is so sore I can barely move it and my tummy is KILLING me. Basically I've spent the entire day on the couch with a Thermacare patch alternating between my shoulder and tummy and curled up under my electric blanket. And what with all the heat, the cat won't stop curling up on my legs. Aside from the annoying pain, I'm comfy.

Also, there's this.

Current word count of Blood Red Carpet:



I don't effin' KNOW.

I do know that I want Chinese food, though, but I feel like crap and no one will go get it for me, so I guess I'll just have to live without it. DAMN IT.
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Current [livejournal.com profile] getyourwordsout count:



Hopefully I'll get started on The Hollow Girl tomorrow. The rest of today is probably going to be me scheduling the whole damn thing and getting as many details straight as possible.
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So far this morning I have:

1. Printed out calenders for the rest of the year so I can figure out Mary's entire first semester of school for The Hollow Girl.
2. Printed out a random course list so I can plan out what classes she's taking.
3. Started looking for a map of the area to NO NO WTF WHY IS THE POWER GOING OUT AAARRRRRGGGGH.

And it's NOT Monday? Oh, come on.

I am getting waaaay too much done on this. It's a little weird, actually. I never get this much done before starting a book. Huh. (Okay, technically I have the first three chapters done. Close enough.)
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I've had a tab open in Firefox for Drastically Redefining Protocol since about ... oh, the day it was posted, and I think half of the reason I haven't gotten anything written since yesterday is that I keep dropping things to go reread parts.

Somebody take the pretty Merlin/Arthur story away from me? Pretty please?

URGH. I only have two chapters to finish, damn it. Why do I make this so freaking hard on myself, honestly? *headdesk*

Okay, if I can at least get this chapter done today and the dialogue for THE VERY LAST CHAPTER OF THIS DAMN THING I HAVE TO WRITE FUCK YEAH, then tomorrow after my dentist appointment I can go to Panera and kill the FUCK out of this damn first draft. Fuck making sure everything's tied up. I'll worry about that when I'm editing the fucker.

I'm telling you guys, when I finish this goddamn thing, you will hear me cheering. Even if I have to post a YouTube video of me celebrating.

... aaaaaand now I'm going to have to do that, aren't I? Heh.

EDIT: I would fail miserably at No Cussing Week, wouldn't I? I'm already crap at Lent. I had booze and chocolate this weekend on purpose. Why stop there, right?

Also, listening to the Party Hits station when you're trying to write a serious scene doesn't work. I don't think the Martini Lounge station is going to be any better. Hmm.

WOOHOO.

Feb. 28th, 2009 10:59 pm
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Current word count of GPW (goal adjusted for new planned end):

Zokutou word meterZokutou word meter
109,178 / 115,000
(94.9%)


Chapters done on GPW:



Day 59 on my [livejournal.com profile] getyourwordsout pledge:

Zokutou word meterZokutou word meter
26,529 / 300,000
(8.8%)


Dude, I don't even care that I'm behind on my GYWO count. I got one more chapter done, and that's good enough for me for today.

Of course, the real test will be if I can manage to get the other two done before I'm supposed to go out to the bar with Jess on Monday night. I told her I'd only go if I finished the whole damn thing so I could celebrate, SO. *rubs hands together in anticipation*

(Also, I got a shit-ton of planning done for The Hollow Girl the other night at work. I forgot how having twelve hours to let my brain wander helped me write. ;))
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Current word count of GPW:

Zokutou word meter
107,536 / 100,000
(107.5%)


Day 56 of my [livejournal.com profile] getyourwordsout pledge:

Zokutou word meterZokutou word meter
24,887 / 300,000
(8.3%)


A few things:

1. I will just be happy if I get the two chapters I'm close to finishing done by the end of the month. Er, week. Well, same dif. *sigh*
2. I currently have what I should have had done for all of last month. Urgh.
3. I still haven't started my Big Bang.
4. I really wish I could get over my brain's refusal to work on anything else until I finish GPW.
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Current word count of GPW:

Zokutou word meter
105,093 / 100,000
(105.1%)


Current word count of Nearly Departed:

Zokutou word meterZokutou word meter
5,945 / 100,000
(5.9%)


Day 47 of my [livejournal.com profile] getyourwordsout pledge:

Zokutou word meterZokutou word meter
22,444 / 300,000
(7.5%)


I'm sick of not being able to write, y'all. I feel like I broke something and I'm waiting for the bone to heal and it just WON'T.

Tonight I'm resorting to putting a dent in a six-pack of Smirnoff Grape, which ... let's face it, is never a good sign. Urgh.
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Current word count for GPW:

Zokutou word meter
104,403 / 100,000
(104.4%)


Day 43 of my [livejournal.com profile] getyourwordsout pledge:

Zokutou word meterZokutou word meter
21,404 / 300,000
(7.1%)


I am SO far behind. I think I'm something like 13k behind where I'm supposed to be today.

I'm trying to give myself more ideas to play around with so I can see if something will stick by adding to my list of story ideas. I've added three since this morning. They're really basic, and there's a couple I think would work better as screenplays anyway. But still, better than nothing, I suppose.

Huh.

Feb. 8th, 2009 08:50 pm
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Current word count for GPW:

Zokutou word meter
103,281 / 100,000
(103.3%)


Chapters written:



So ... that happened, I guess.

You know what I think my problem is? I think it's because I'm just trying to get done with the first draft, and I started writing this stupid thing a year ago and it bothers me that I haven't gotten it done yet, but at the same time ALL I can see is the revisions I'm going to have to make. There will definitely be revisions. I already can see the problems. I know where I'm going to be slashing things and adding things and cutting things and my brain is like, "Why are you trying to write stuff you know you're going to have to trash it later?" without taking into consideration that there is tons of stuff in the book that'll get altered all to hell that I adore and is vital and I'm at that point where I love it but I don't even like it anymore and LOOK I'M JUST A BIG STRESS BALL, OKAY?!

*headdesk*

Also, I hate that I'm beginning to suspect that the only reason I got anything written today is because I've been listening to opera for four straight hours. On the plus side, if I played by the rules right now I'd be in gym at work. So there's that.

Fuck it. I'm going to go play Faux!Wii tennis for a while.
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Current word count for GPW:

Zokutou word meter
102,050 / 100,000
(102.0%)


Current word count for Heroine Chic:

Zokutou word meterZokutou word meter
865 / 100,000
(0.9%)


Day 36 of my [livejournal.com profile] getyourwordsout pledge:

Zokutou word meterZokutou word meter
19,051 / 300,000
(6.4%)


I have to run to the bank and straighten up my apartment so the rest is going to have to wait, but hey, better than nothing. :)

URGH.

Feb. 4th, 2009 07:05 pm
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I need someone to come to my house and shake me. Like, literally. Internet-shaking just isn't cutting it anymore.

I haven't written a damn thing since Saturday. And it's not like I don't have any story ideas to work with. I've got twenty in my file right now. I am just having the hardest time either writing on the stuff I've already gotten started or starting something new. I feel like there is a blank slate in my head and nobody's bothering to walk up and write anything on it.

Where are my creative monkeys, you guys? I think Jeff from Top Chef borrowed all of my creative monkeys and his creative monkeys riled them up and now they won't shut up and this is why we both have problems.

In related news, Bravo decided that instead of rerunning most of this season of TC like they do before a new episode, today they mostly played Millionaire Matchmaker. Quite frankly, I'd rather scrape my eyeballs with a fork.

Hell, maybe I'll play with my Faux!Wii. I couldn't justify spending all that money on a Wii when I need a new desktop or bills paid off more, but there was a fifty-dollar version at Dollar General that only have seven sports games on it and you can't get any more and the graphics look like NES-era cheese. In essence, it's crap by anyone else's standards but works just fine by mine. I'm hooked on the tennis already.

*grumbles*

Jan. 31st, 2009 08:20 pm
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Current word count for Nearly Departed:

Zokutou word meterZokutou word meter
5,595 / 100,000
(5.6%)


Current word count for GPW:

Zokutou word meter
101,823 / 100,000
(101.8%)


Day 31 of my [livejournal.com profile] getyourwordsout pledge (January total):

Zokutou word meterZokutou word meter
17,959 / 300,000
(6.0%)


I'm not terribly behind where I'm supposed to be, but I think I'll just step back from the computer. All I'm doing is stressing myself out and frying my brain, so that's enough for now.
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Current word count on GPW:

Zokutou word meter
101,249 / 100,000
(101.2%)


Current word count on Nearly Departed:

Zokutou word meterZokutou word meter
5,563 / 100,000
(5.6%)


Day 31 of my [livejournal.com profile] getyourwordsout pledge:

Zokutou word meterZokutou word meter
17,353 / 300,000
(5.8%)


If I do compete in NaNoWriMo this year -- which I want to, but I wanted to keep up to the non-NaNo word count for each month just to make sure -- I should be at 22,700 words by the end of the day. Considering my writer's block, I don't expect myself to make the non-NaNo word count of 25k without a miracle. Quite frankly, at this point I'll just be happy to crack 20k, which really isn't that far behind.

Okay, back to work.

EDIT: To make up for the word count meters, here is a picture of Fabio from Top Chef dressed up like Wonder Woman. )
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Current word count for The Grand Prize Winner:

Zokutou word meter
100,461 / 100,000
(100.5%)


Day 25 of my [livejournal.com profile] getyourwordsout pledge:

Zokutou word meterZokutou word meter
16,425 / 300,000
(5.5%)


Chapters done:



I am so fucking close.
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Current word count for GPW:

Zokutou word meterZokutou word meter
97,339 / 100,000
(97.3%)


Day 22 of my [livejournal.com profile] getyourwordsout pledge:

Zokutou word meterZokutou word meter
13,303 / 300,000
(4.4%)


Wow, I thought I was much further behind in my [livejournal.com profile] getyourwordsout pledge. That's not so bad. It's certainly not completely insurmountable. I'm only something like two or three thousand words behind, I think.
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Obama takes oath of office once again from Roberts because of flub at inauguration.

Great! Now the really crazycakes conservatives can go back to complaining about the stupid birth certificate. Yes, still.

*

I am curled up on the couch with my wee little netbook writing and watching Top Chef reruns. God, I love this thing.

You guys, I am so stressed out. If I could afford to go pay for a massage, I totally would. It's not about money or my job, not right now anyway, just the writing. I want to get this book done in the worst way. I started it about this time last year and I think I'm having such a hard time getting my ass in gear to finish because I'm ashamed it's taken me this long to finish. I know I can do better. I will do better. There is no reason I can't finish 300k this year. NONE. Hmph.

I think I would get more done if Rahm Emanuel came to my house when I'm feeling lazy, called me a lazy motherfucker, and glared at me until I finished the chapters I need to finish.

*whimpers*

Jan. 21st, 2009 06:33 pm
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Current word count of GPW:

Zokutou word meterZokutou word meter
97,339 / 100,000
(97.3%)


I just want to crack 100k tonight. That's all I ask. It won't be the end of what I need to write by any means, but it's the hurdle I've been looking at with this book for almost a year now and I just ... yeah.

*fidgets*

Okay, I need to go get food before I starve.
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However, before I go, my current word count on GPW:

Zokutou word meterZokutou word meter
96,737 / 100,000
(96.7%)


Chapters done:



I really didn't get anything done today thanks to the inauguration. And tonight I will be wasted and watching movies with my friends, so that's right out. But look at that. I'm less than 3500 words away from 100k. That's ... wow. I'm figuring with what I have to get done right now that the book will end up somewhere between 110k and 115k with the first draft, and probably 120k to 125k later on. There's stuff I want to buff up and polish but if I go back I'll mire myself in editing for far too long, and if I get this done it can stop being a distraction from the nine bajillion other things I want to write.

So, yes. Now I have to pack up all my crap and leave.
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Oh, sweet fucking tap-dancing Christ, I'm exhausted. Really ridiculously exhausted. My body completely forgot how to work a twelve-hour night shift, to the point where I was so tired this morning I nearly drove off the road. Faaaaabulous.

I'm trying not to think about the rumors I heard around the place last night. They haven't come true yet so I'm hoping these won't come true either. But basically what we're hearing now is that the main company wants to cut jobs and the local place is trying to keep as many people as possible until we get busy again by rotating the two-week layoffs. My aim right now is to resist the temptation to use my shiny new personal days at all, take the layoffs when I can, and hope they don't shut the plant down. God, this entire situation sucks on toast. Someone remind me to buy a Powerball ticket before I go to work. Maybe all of the bad luck I've had my entire life has accrued some sort of good-luck surplus in my name somewhere and I'll luck into $150 million. Hell, at this point I'd take $150.

I just saw a commercial for the Moonlight DVDs. Heh. All I think of when I see that is that chick who stole all that money from the Moonlight fans.

I need a haircut in the worst way. I'm trying to grow it out again but I really want to trim it up this time so it looks less like a rat's nest as it grows, and I can't afford to run to the salon every couple of months to neaten it up right now. Yuck. Oh, and I bought red hair dye a few weeks back and I still haven't done my hair again. Actually, I haven't done it in a long time, so most of the red's grown out. I think I'm putting it off until I get a trim. Yeah, that'll probably be sitting in my bathroom for a while.

Someone needs to keep me the hell away from the clothing section at Etsy. I am particularly not allowed to buy this no matter how happy it makes me just that it exists.

Also, writing! I should do some. I probably will not get any done today, thanks to the dryer debacle which I can't even recall right now if I told you guys. (Basically, boiled down -- my mom bought me my cousin's old dryer, she asked me to have my landlord take my old non-working dryer out, I ask the landlord, he says sure and asks when my dad wants his help, my mom says just to make sure it's out and my dad will install the other one later, my landlord says ... look, whatever, it doesn't matter, these people are friends, why am I the one playing phone tag aside from the fact that it's my apartment? BAH.) I could be working on the novel I have to finish or the stories I still have to work on, but instead I'm killing time until the landlord shows. On the plus side, I forgot how having so much time at work to let my mind wander lets me play creatively with new ideas. I have an idea for another story. It might not work out. I still have to carve out the details. But it's good. It's really good. There's a library and strong women who aren't skinny shopaholics or ripped asskickers and my usual hopeless addiction to urban fantasy. I like it bunches even now, at its barest bones. I seriously hope it'll polish up nice.

In other news, my mom's doing a fabulous job of keeping my goody bag away from me until I finish The Grand Prize Winner. I have a frightening suspicion that she might ask me to prove I finished, which ... eh, maybe not so much, it's my first draft, I don't feel comfortable being anywhere near it, much less letting anyone else look at it right now when it's a mess.

And here's Keith Olbermann, alternately depressing me and making me giddy that Tuesday's rapidly approaching:

Eight years in eight minutes )

Good cheesy Lord, we're getting rid of that jackass. FINALLY. \o/

EDIT: The Discovery Channel is about to talk to me about a robot apocalypse. Life's wonderful sometimes, isn't it?
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The current word counts for all of the novels I plan to (but may not actually) finish (or at least start) in 2009:

The Grand Prize Winner: 91,984
Nearly Departed: 5,438
The Hollow Girl: 10,089
The Walking Dead of Wilkes-Barre: 49,159
Heroine Chic: 0

Granted, if I manage to finish five books in one year, regardless of the state they're in at the beginning of the year, I think I've earned the right to nail the Supernatural actor of my choice. *nods solemnly*
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... the more I can't stop giggling as I picture the faces the reporters must have been making as he spoke.

Anyway.



I could finish one more if I didn't feel like I was about to faceplant directly into the keyboard, but I'll just save it for tomorrow. It's one fewer than it was when I woke up, and that's the important thing.

Current word count for GPW:

Zokutou word meterZokutou word meter
90,636 / 100,000
(90.6%)


Day nine of my [livejournal.com profile] getyourwordsout pledge:

Zokutou word meterZokutou word meter
6,600 / 300,000
(2.2%)


EDIT: Hey! When did it go from "we're only getting a couple of inches of snow tomorrow!" to "stay the fuck indoors, we're getting a foot of the white stuff!"? Where was I?! *sigh*

*whimpers*

Jan. 9th, 2009 02:38 pm
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I just wanted to post this.

Current word count of The Grand Prize Winner:

90028 / 100000
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Current word count for The Grand Prize Winner:



Day four in my [livejournal.com profile] getyourwordsout pledge:



I'm going to finish at least one chapter tonight, that's for sure. It's the most I've gotten done in the last few days. Maybe I should spend the entire day buzzed on mixed drinks more often. ;)

I'm trying not to worry too much about the details, because when I'm done with the first draft, there's tons I need to tweak and fix and whatnot. But for right now, it's just about getting the first draft done. Now that I have toys to play with when I finish, I'm encouraged. \o/

I've been watching Doctor Who episodes while I write. It's been so long since I've watched all of these. I forgot how much I liked Nine.
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Current word count of GPW:



Day two in my [livejournal.com profile] getyourwordsout pledge:



I'd try to get more out but I'm thoroughly exhausted. I think I'm going to hit the sack early and get up early enough to stay at the cafe the whole four hours it's open tomorrow. *sigh*
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I have gotten pretty much nothing done today no matter how hard I try. *sigh*

I think I'm right at the point in writing where it would be better if I had something to look forward to when I was done other than ... you know, a finished book. I was going to just buy myself some clothes but I got so many new things for Christmas it just doesn't seem special enough, I guess. (Which I should have seen coming, I suppose. *shrugs*)

I have the first season of True Blood and Slumdog Millionaire on my computer right now but I can hold off on watching them until I'm done unlike something I'm absolutely craving to play with. With the first book it was the first season of Arrested Development that I made ye olde roommate hold onto until I was done. This time ... eh. I honestly can't think of one thing I desperately want other than, like, Jensen wrapped up in a big bow in my bedroom while holding a triple chocolate cheesecake in one hand and a book contract in the other. Somebody get on that for me, because there's no way in hell I can manage to get myself THAT.

Somebody yell at me to write? That might help. *pouts*

*sigh*

Jan. 1st, 2009 08:27 pm
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Current word count of GPW:

Zokutou word meterZokutou word meter
84,861 / 100,000
(84.9%)


Day one of my [livejournal.com profile] getyourwordsout pledge::

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825 / 300,000
(0.3%)


I was going to put in a couple hard days just to get the book done, but I think I just needed the break right now after the last few days and spent most of today slacking off. My plan for the next few hours is basically organizing. Right now I'm probably going to put on The Incredible Hulk or Iron Man and write out Hollow Girl notes.
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I am in a really good place right now. A REALLY good place. Here's how it's looking:

-- There's still a lot to do. BUT.
-- There are at least two if not three chapters I can done tomorrow in about an hour each.
-- I have a great deal done on most of the other chapters I have left to write, enough so that I string in the dialogue and get those chapters done fairly quickly.
-- There are two chapters I have absolutely nothing for. My plan right now is to step away from the computer, grab a pen and a notebook, and write out the dialogue for them.
-- I will probably not finish the book tomorrow, considering the most I've ever written in one day is 10k. However, I'm at the point where if I play my cards right, I can get it finished on the first. No, seriously.

*fidgets happily*
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The cat wriggles under my blanket and stretches out on my legs, and NOW I have to pee. *sigh*

I've only gotten a couple hundred words written today, but it's a couple hundred words more than I was starting to believe I'd ever get out today. I think if there's one thing I'm learning from Yuletide this year, it's that I work a hell of a lot better (and possibly even write better) with deadlines and timers. Honestly, I should try writing the rest of the novel on Write or Die. Hey, it dragged the first chapter of Nearly Departed out of me. I can just see it now -- four straight days on Write or Die trying to pump out 28k words. Oh, man, such a glutton for punishment.

I really need to make Yuletide recs. Hell, I still need to leave comments on the stories that were written for me. Urgh. I think I need to curl up under my new electric blanket and read a cheesy romance novel and try not to think too hard until I pass out.
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Is it time for my six days in a row off yet? *rubs temples*
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I'm mostly sketching out dialogue right now. If I can get the dialogue finished today and tomorrow on the chapters I don't already have it finished for, I'm hoping it'll unlock the part of my brain that's all frustrated and annoyed and perfectly fitting that third-week-of-NaNo essay from Neil Gaiman.

And now I have to go throw on some clothes and get down to the dentist, and hopefully I can make a bit more of a dent in the book at Panera later. Stone by stone, brick by brick, la la la.
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I have not eaten dinner yet. I'm going to go do that and then see what I can do about pushing myself to get another chapter done tonight.
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1. Finish outline for DMIDS.
2. Add a thousand words to Nearly Departed.
3. Finish a chapter of GPW.
4. Tear down the DMIDS wallpaper and put up new brown paper for a Hollow Girl outline.
5. Eventually get up from the couch for something other than using the bathroom or raiding the fridge. (I've decided that getting up to put the paper on the wall totally counts)
6. Become rich, acquire superpowers, fuck Jensen Ackles.

Now I'm going to finish dinner, change clothes, go grab some soda, and get to work on knocking off #2 and #3. (Um, #6 may take a while. Hmph.)
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It's like I figured. The boss just called me to offer me a layoff and pretty much told me that if I hadn't said yes, I probably would have gotten mandated anyway since nobody else was willing to take this week off. Considering I don't plan on going anywhere or doing anything other than write for the next week, this shouldn't be a problem about whether I can afford it or not, especially since this now means I'll only be working three days for the rest of the month and so I'll maybe be spending twenty bucks on gas and thirty bucks on food what with the holidays. And if my grandfather gives me money for Christmas AND I end up getting a refund for that necklace for my mom that never made it here, I really won't have a problem.

Ahem. So, my schedule for the day looks like this:

1. Finish outline for DMIDS.
2. Add a thousand words to Nearly Departed.
3. Finish a chapter of GPW.
4. Tear down the DMIDS wallpaper and put up new brown paper for a Hollow Girl outline.
5. Eventually get up from the couch for something other than using the bathroom or raiding the fridge.
6. Become rich, acquire superpowers, fuck Jensen Ackles. (What? It's not like I've got a good history of finishing things on lists. Why not reach for the sky?)

Also, TWoP recommended Let The Right One In (a Swedish coming-of-age vampire romance) as a better alternative to Twilight, so I'm downloading it to see if they're right. That can be my present to myself if I manage to get more than one of the things on that list done. HA! Shyeah, right.

EDIT: *checks Yuletide website* Fourteen hundred people have to post their stories in six days?! Oh, man, that website's gonna craaaaaaaash.
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I'm going to end up begging the mailman for anything and it's not going to be pretty. (I haven't even gotten bills, for crying out loud. Not that I want any bills, but still.) (EDIT: I got mail! YAY! I got a card saying the other half of my dad's Christmas present is at the post office, and my parents's Christmas card with the pictures of all of the cats, and this.)

My boss called last night and asked if I wanted another week of layoff before I go back to work. I'm sorely tempted. I can afford it to do it, and it's time off to write, and it's not permanent so I wouldn't feel too guilty.

*

So, writing! The status of everything and all that.

Yuletide: I'm almost at two thousand words. I think I'm just going to be padding it with a few hundred words here or there until I hit an ending sometime this weekend and then tweak it bit by bit the first couple of days of next week. The good thing is that I know where I'm going and what I'm doing, and that it's a popular enough source that finding a beta shouldn't be that difficult at all. (In fact, quite frankly I think I know exactly who to bug for a beta. :))

The Grand Prize Winner: I didn't write yesterday even though I wanted to because when I did sit down to write I realized that what I really needed was a goddamn break. And I may not be writing today, either, because I have the dentist at noon and after that I may just relax by trying to learn how to knit. Yes, again. Let's see how well it turns out this time. In any event, GPW's fine. Barring any major complications, I should be able to finish the novel by New Year's, no sweat.

Nearly Departed: I pulled this out because I was thinking of signing up for [livejournal.com profile] getyourwordsout but then I remembered just how futile it is for me to sign up for anything. Ever. At all. Heh. Anyway, I think I can finish two books next year, no problem. (To be honest, I think if I'm motivated enough I can finish two books and the second one in the Books of Boggs series, but I'm trying not to count my chickens here.) The good thing about Nearly Departed is that it's a no-apologies story where I don't have to censor myself and right now I really don't have a plot, which sounds worse than it is. It's a story that really works well with Write Or Die, though -- just half-hour bursts of whatever pops into my head -- so I may do The Hollow Girl as the main novel I want to finish and Nearly Departed as the side project I throw a few words at every once in a while. I think it works best as the literary version of an angry snarling mongrel who has to beg for scraps. :)

The Hollow Girl: I still only have the first three chapters because I put it aside to finish GPW and ... well, we all know how that's going. It's not like I'm not making progress, though. This is probably going to sound really stupid but when I'm walking around my apartment cleaning or driving anywhere I'm usually talking out loud to myself about the characters, and lately it's been running about even with GPW characters and Hollow Girl characters. And it might help if I sketched out the plot because just talking about the characters is doing lots more to develop the plot than I'd thought.

Dead Men In Dark Suit: You know, I should include DMIDS in my finish-this-novel-in-2009 list, because really, I have the plot, I have the characters, I just have to rewrite it so it doesn't suck. See? Not a problem.

The Books of Boggs: Oh, they're plotted, I just have to write them. Blah, blah, blah.

So ... let's say I'm swearing to write 200k words next year, except I'm not really. Ahem.

*

The cat decided he wanted to sit on my arms but I kept shoving him off. So he hopped unto the other end of the couch and wriggled under the afghan so he could sneak over to my side, poke his head up from underneath, and put his head cutely on my elbow. Awww. It's still a no, sweetie, but awwww.
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The Grand Prize Winner, word count and chapters finished )

So basically I've got half of the chapters done and only thirty-five thousand words to go until I'm theoretically done. I'm going to go eat something and make food for work (damn it) and then I'm going to come back and see if I can make more of a dent in the word count.

I just ... I wish I had someone here who gives a shit if I finish, you know? It's one thing to get encouragement online which, don't get me wrong, is great, really ... but if I finish this by the end of the year the celebration's just going to be me and a six-pack of Smirnoff. I really should see about getting myself an actual "Yay! I finished!" present. The one I got for myself to encourage myself to finish The Monsters of Moosic worked like a charm.
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The Grand Prize Winner:

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61,479 / 100,000
(61.5%)


Okay, now I'm up to the chapter where I stalled when I was still writing the chapters in order. Let's see if I can handle nailing a few more chapters before I crack.

I'm going to go check and see if the mail's come yet and then I'm going to sit my butt down in this chair and not stop writing until I hit 70k. It'd be a lot easier if I could stop myself from checking my word count every ten damn minutes, for the record. *sigh*

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