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So I divvied up the story into chapters and I'm not going to do my word count for the rest of the weekend if I can help it. ('Cause doing my word count anymore is giving me hints of writer's block, and NO. I can have writer's block on December 1, but not right now.)

Instead, I'm going to do my trick of just finishing off chapters, which works a hell of a lot better. Right now, I have five chapters finished. Here's to seeing how many more chapters I can finish this weekend. *offers 2-liter of Sprite up for a toast, chugs half the bottle in one swallow*

EDIT: Here's another article on the whining over Alexander the Great's sexuality, which I only post because of this line from the article: A line from the film says: "Alexander was defeated only once -- by Hephaestion's thighs." *dies giggling* Okay, so who's writing that PWP fanfic? 'Cause, seriously, that begs for it. :)

SON OF EDIT: The only overtly sexual scene in the movie is a wedding night love scene between Alexander and his wife Roxanne that starts with her putting a knife to his throat after she catches him accepting a ring from Hephaestion, who is played by Jared Leto wearing eyeliner. You know, the fact that they pointed out that Jared Leto is wearing eyeliner is a close second in the running for best line from this article. :)

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Why the heck did I watch the funeral scene from "Four Weddings and a Funeral" while I'm trying to write comedic action scenes? Now I'm wiping tears off my face. *grumble*

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That Bissell commercial with the restaurant where you eat off the floor and that Truth ad where the girl walks down a garbage alley and licks everything make their points by being two of the grossest things I've ever seen on TV. EW.

So I've finished one whole chapter today and three chapters of mostly dialogue (I tend to construct the bare bones of a chapter in dialogue and finish off by filling in the action) so far. If I can finish another chapter's worth of dialogue tonight (in between watching Love's Enduring Promise on the Hallmark Channel -- seriously, I don't know why, although one of the guys is hot and the other one is MacKenzie Astin, who's playing the straight-laced one so you just know he'll never get any in this movie), I can easily get three chapters finished tomorrow. Also, the Hallmark Channel is having a movie marathon on Thanksgiving Day I actually want to watch. Yeah, I don't get my brain, either. (Although if some channel isn't showing Home for the Holidays, I'll feel deprived. Who needs my family when I can just watch another family behave exactly like them? ;))

My new sweatshirt is awesome. It's entirely possible it has superpowers. Mmm-hmm.

EDIT: Now I know it's the holiday season, because they just played that hundred-year-old Folgers commercial where dorky Peter comes home on Christmas morning and wakes up the entire house with coffee. Shut up, dorky Peter. Your lame hairdo is the only thing seriously dating that commercial.

ANNOYED VIEWER OF EDIT: You know, in the vein of cliches I'm sick of, just once I'd like one of these movies to end with the heroine turning to the stalwart farmer guy at the end and saying, "I'm sorry, you're a very nice man, but I'm in love with the rich guy." And have her not be a bitch for doing it, because the rich guy is actually a real sweetheart.

Gacked from everybody else ... :)

Post a favorite line from a film here. Any film. Don't tell me what film it is. Then go tell someone else to do it, or pimp it in your LJ or something. It will be great--Charge of the Non Sequitur Brigade.

"I love you. And not, not in a friendly way, although I think we're great friends. And not in a misplaced affection, puppy-dog way, although I'm sure that's what you'll call it. I love you. Very, very simple, very truly. You are the epitome of everything I have ever looked for in another human being. And I know that you think of me as just a friend, and crossing that line is the furthest thing from an option you would ever consider. But I had to say it. I just, I can't take this anymore. I can't stand next to you without wanting to hold you. I can't, I can't look into your eyes without feeling that, that longing you only read about in trashy romance novels. I can't talk to you without wanting to express my love for everything you are. And I know this will probably queer our friendship - no pun intended - but I had to say it, because I've never felt this way before, and I don't care. I like who I am because of it. And if bringing this to light means we can't hang out anymore, then that hurts me. But God, I just, I couldn't allow another day to go by without just getting it out there, regardless of the outcome, which by the look on your face is to be the inevitable shoot-down. And, you know, I'll accept that. But I know... I know that some part of you is hesitating for a moment, and if there is a moment of hesitation, then that means you feel something too. All I ask, please, is that you just, you just not dismiss that - and try to dwell in it for just ten seconds. Alyssa, there isn't another soul on this fucking planet who has ever made me half the person I am when I'm with you, and I would risk this friendship for the chance to take it to the next plateau. Because it is there between you and me. You can't deny that. Even if, you know, even if we never talk again after tonight, please know that I'm forever changed because of who you are and what you've meant to me, which - while I do appreciate it - I'd never need a painting of birds bought at a diner to remind me of."

I would pick a long one. Hee.

In other news, my new trick that's working pretty well? Choreographing scenes by putting on my NaNo playlist and putting on a blindfold so I'm not distracted by anything else and I can focus solely on what the characters are doing in my head.

EDIT: I just noticed I always break Triscuits in half when I eat 'em, without exception. I always noticed this stuff after years of doing it, like when I noticed my dad and I both eat dinner rolls by ripping little pieces of 'em and eating them that way. (I think I get this from my mother. It took the woman twenty-three years to realize I like extra mushrooms on my pizza. It's like culinary amnesia or something. Hmm. "Culinary Amnesia" would probably be a great name for a punk band composed of chefs.)