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Sep. 12th, 2004 08:09 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
I'm supposed to be writing, and yet I keep skipping around LJ like a toddler on crack. I just realized I've written twenty Q&A movie reviews. And that I've only got 45 icons when I could have fifty. And that my newly restored urge to write means I'm feeling the need to write fanfic in about five fandoms, like, right now. The last thing I need is something distracting me and ... well, yeah.
Urgh. I'm amending my earlier deal with myself to 15,000 words 'cause it's easier and I already have the frozen yogurt. I'll get to 15,000 sooner, and I'll get to work on the story afterwards anyway, which won't be difficult since I'm on my third Bawls of the day and I'm not going to sleep anytime soon. At this rate, I'm going to have to buy another case of the stuff by Wednesday, but at least CompUSA is on the way to my office. Then again, maybe bringing a case of tasty energy drinks is a bad idea with my DHL station. They'll want to try them and the next thing I'll know, they'll have inhaled the entire case. And I think it's safe to say that if Lieutenant Asshat, Bossman, and Boy-on-Boy Action guzzle down a case of Bawls and have to be individually peeled off the ceiling with a pair of barbecue tongs, I'm going to be in my office building a fort with a pile of Dell boxes and turning one of the plastic envelopes into my first mate Stewie. 'Cause God knows, the best way to avoid responsibility is to start an argument over whether you're attempting to win the International Surrealist Movement Award or you're just fucking nuts.
In any event, I'm starting to think I'm not going to get the story done by my birthday. I'm going to try, of course, but the plot's getting a point to make me wonder, and it's definitely going to be towards if not past the high end of the 40-to-80-thousand-word limit I was dared to reach. Hmph. No matter. It's a book, for Christ's sake. I'm writing a book again, and I'm not slacking off. I'd try to find the bad part, but there is none. :)
Urgh. I'm amending my earlier deal with myself to 15,000 words 'cause it's easier and I already have the frozen yogurt. I'll get to 15,000 sooner, and I'll get to work on the story afterwards anyway, which won't be difficult since I'm on my third Bawls of the day and I'm not going to sleep anytime soon. At this rate, I'm going to have to buy another case of the stuff by Wednesday, but at least CompUSA is on the way to my office. Then again, maybe bringing a case of tasty energy drinks is a bad idea with my DHL station. They'll want to try them and the next thing I'll know, they'll have inhaled the entire case. And I think it's safe to say that if Lieutenant Asshat, Bossman, and Boy-on-Boy Action guzzle down a case of Bawls and have to be individually peeled off the ceiling with a pair of barbecue tongs, I'm going to be in my office building a fort with a pile of Dell boxes and turning one of the plastic envelopes into my first mate Stewie. 'Cause God knows, the best way to avoid responsibility is to start an argument over whether you're attempting to win the International Surrealist Movement Award or you're just fucking nuts.
In any event, I'm starting to think I'm not going to get the story done by my birthday. I'm going to try, of course, but the plot's getting a point to make me wonder, and it's definitely going to be towards if not past the high end of the 40-to-80-thousand-word limit I was dared to reach. Hmph. No matter. It's a book, for Christ's sake. I'm writing a book again, and I'm not slacking off. I'd try to find the bad part, but there is none. :)
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Date: 2004-09-12 05:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-09-12 05:33 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-09-12 05:56 pm (UTC)No wonder all (Google) roads lead to you.
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Date: 2004-09-12 05:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-09-12 05:51 pm (UTC)Why, o why, won't LJ let us buy infinite icon space? The scary thing is that if they offered a way to purchase more than 50, say in increments of 25, I would so do it.
I'm frightened. Hold me!
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Date: 2004-09-12 05:54 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-09-12 06:02 pm (UTC)*strokes teaware possessively*
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Date: 2004-09-12 07:48 pm (UTC)