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apocalypsosThis entire place smells like peppermint patties. No, I have no idea why.
NaNoWriMo has taken over my brain, I swear. I don't know what the hell happened, but all I can think about when I'm not sitting in front of my computer writing is that I should be in front of my computer writing. I keep swearing I'm going to play hooky from work one day and specifically treat working on The Monsters of Minooka like a real job. One eight hour shift, with a real lunch hour and breaks and stuff. If anybody wants to be my annoying NaNoWriMo co-worker with a goofy nickname who constantly drives me nuts, the line starts off to the left. ;)
Then again, at the rate I'm going, I should be done with my 50k a little before the 30th. *crosses fingers* But even if I do finish early, I'm still taking that day off as a present to myself and writing some more. God, I need to finish these things and get them bloody published. *sigh* (I'm not allowed to go back and look at the chapters I've finished anymore, either. I was looking at a couple of the ones from The Monsters of Minooka yesterday and I got the serious urge to edit. No! Bad writer! No donut!)
Meanwhile, my main character is saddled with a failed assassin he's captured who's had his eyeballs accidentally destroyed by Sean's powers, so out of all the options in the world of what to do with the guy, Sean has taken him to Wal-Mart. No, I don't know why yet, although Sean swears there's a good reason and he'll tell me why just as soon as he gets some nachos. And now I roll my eyes -- no pun intended -- 'cause sometimes with these characters, I swear to God I feel like a bloody documentarian. The only difference between me and a committed mental patient right now is the outfit.
*sighs*
*looks around office*
*sighs again*
Write now? *wibble*
NaNoWriMo has taken over my brain, I swear. I don't know what the hell happened, but all I can think about when I'm not sitting in front of my computer writing is that I should be in front of my computer writing. I keep swearing I'm going to play hooky from work one day and specifically treat working on The Monsters of Minooka like a real job. One eight hour shift, with a real lunch hour and breaks and stuff. If anybody wants to be my annoying NaNoWriMo co-worker with a goofy nickname who constantly drives me nuts, the line starts off to the left. ;)
Then again, at the rate I'm going, I should be done with my 50k a little before the 30th. *crosses fingers* But even if I do finish early, I'm still taking that day off as a present to myself and writing some more. God, I need to finish these things and get them bloody published. *sigh* (I'm not allowed to go back and look at the chapters I've finished anymore, either. I was looking at a couple of the ones from The Monsters of Minooka yesterday and I got the serious urge to edit. No! Bad writer! No donut!)
Meanwhile, my main character is saddled with a failed assassin he's captured who's had his eyeballs accidentally destroyed by Sean's powers, so out of all the options in the world of what to do with the guy, Sean has taken him to Wal-Mart. No, I don't know why yet, although Sean swears there's a good reason and he'll tell me why just as soon as he gets some nachos. And now I roll my eyes -- no pun intended -- 'cause sometimes with these characters, I swear to God I feel like a bloody documentarian. The only difference between me and a committed mental patient right now is the outfit.
*sighs*
*looks around office*
*sighs again*
Write now? *wibble*
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Date: 2004-11-09 10:58 am (UTC)