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You know what's my favorite thing about The Walking Dead of Wilkes-Barre?

I just had an idea for a play on that whole writer's-block cliche. You know, if things slow down, have a guy walk into the room with a gun.

I think I'm going to have a guy walk into the room with a gun ... and then have him immediately get eaten by zombies. *maniacal cackle*

EDIT: *whistles happily*

5,018 / 50,000 (10.0%)

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Bad Education -- Okay, whoever said Gael Garcia Bernal dressed in drag looks exactly like Julia Roberts ... that's just scary. True, but scary.

It's official. I'm addicted to chai latte from Starbucks. I was too broke to get one yesterday, and I swear I went through withdrawal. That stuff is laced with the crack ... the cheap, tasty, 80s-yuppie-esque CRACK.

Also, I'll be taping The O.C tonight. I wouldn't do it, because I've only seen one episode (the one with Summer dressed like Wonder Woman, which put Rachel Bilson right on my Get Out of Heterosexuality Free list), but the part of me that used to watch CBS soap operas with my grandma and the part that was hooked on Melrose Place formed a gang, got some properly intimidating weaponry, stood over me silently with evil glares, and told me I had no choice. Well, at least I know what's going on -- TWoP been berry, berry good to me. :) (Dude, while I'm on the subject, why the hell didn't my high school class have a Seth? All I got were thirteen Ryans, thirteen Lukes, at least two Olivers, and a closeted best friend. Then again, considering all the O.C. slash, maybe the closeted best friend was the Seth. Which explains a lot, come to think of it.)

My deal with myself -- and I think we all know how well those turn out -- is that if I can hit 10,000 words in The Walking Dead of Wilkes-Barre today, I get to buy myself the first season of The O.C. on DVD. Yay, cheese! (Of course, I'm probably going to pick it up anyway, but at least this way, I can taunt myself into a higher word count.)

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( Cut because I don't doubt everybody's tired of seeing these word-count bars constantly )

Also, I finished a chapter! Yay! Yes, I skip around, and you can tell because that chapter I finished was the last one. Hey, whatever works, right? ;)

EDIT: Got another 400 or so words done at Starbucks before work (woohoo!). I really hope I can get both of these stories finished by the end of the year. And that third story idea I had the other day has turned into an actual novel in my head. I think it's going to end up being The Vampires of Vandling, because I want to play with the whole vampire slaying cliche.

These characters want me to write a book series about them. HELP ME. Okay, so maybe don't help me. :)) (One character in particular wants me to write an entire book about him. Which, okay, he's self-centered, so it's understandable, and he's fun, so it'd be worth it, but he's also not Sean, so he's screwed. *g*)

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Elizabeth Edwards, wife of former Democratic vice presidential candidate John Edwards, was diagnosed with breast cancer the day her husband and Sen. John Kerry conceded the presidential race.

Fate can officially blow me. That sucks.

EDIT: Everybody's been saying that if you're upset about how the election turned out, you should do something about it, like help out at a soup kitchen or donate to Planned Parenthood or something. I think in light of this, I'll see about making a donation to breast cancer research this week. Elizabeth Edwards is a nice person, and I'm sure she'd appreciate it.

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Okay, so I said in that election meme that if Bush won, I'd write a drabble for everybody on my friends list who requested one. Now, you'll have to be gentle with me, because a.) I'm in the middle of NaNoWriMo and also writing the story that comes before the story I'm writing for NaNoWriMo, b.) there's only so many fandoms a girl can know, and c.) there are over seven hundred of you.

So this may take a while. A long, long, looooooooong while.

However, if you respond to this post with a drabble request, I swear on Drew Fuller's pretty, pretty face that I will write it for you. In all honesty, you might not get it for a month or two (or three, or however long it takes), but you will get one. And I probably won't go in order, but as the muse strikes, so just be patient with me.

These are the fandoms I feel perfectly comfortable writing fic in right now. You can go ahead and request something in a fandom I haven't listed, but please list a backup request or two in that case just in case I can't write in that fandom.

HINT: I don't know any anime, but I'm good for most movies you might want me to write a story for.

( Fandoms I know )

Like I said, though, if it's not on the list, go ahead and try another request anyway ... just make sure to make a secondary request in one of the listed fandoms.

Drabbles for everyone (eventually)! Yay!

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So remember the problems I had last week with my paycheck? So yeah, they eventually sent me a check, and I'd thought I'd gotten paid.

NO.

Today, I got a paycheck for last week -- for fifty bucks. They counted last week's check as an advance. Why? Because apparently, DHL's payroll is entirely peopled with BRAINDEAD MORONS.

*headwall*
*headwall*
*headwall*

At least Colin, God of Sex is on the case. But still, blech.

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*stares at gigantic stack of airbills I still have to type up*

GRRRRRR.

You know, I'd protest a little more tonight, but I could use the money -- you know, if they'd actually get my paycheck right next week -- and if I stay longer, then I'll get stuck waiting for a ride and I'll have more writing time.

Okay, see, the fact that I'm not bitching about being forced into mandatory overtime while I'm working on two freaking books at the same time is just fucked up, y'all. *sigh*

EDIT: I've taken to singing now to see if that'll make someone come running. If anything'll get people to help me leave earlier, singing as badly as I do should do the trick. :)

GIP all over the place. :)

Hee. 'Cause, really, who doesn't need a Statler and Waldorf icon sometimes?

( Plus, two more ... )

I'd work on writing tonight, but after work, I'm exhausted. I did get what I wrote at Starbucks today uploaded just now, at least, so the current word count:

7,049 / 50,000 (14.1%)

Slowly, but surely, I'm getting there. I suppose I'm lucky I didn't get the rest of my paycheck today. Otherwise I would have gone to buy the O.C. DVD set when I hadn't hit my personal quota. But hey, like that's ever stopped me before. :)