I’ve been writing a lot. Well. Last weekend I was sick. Let us not speak of it.
My action chapter is still kicking my butt, because, well, it’s action. It’ll be okay, and the next chapter should have fun stuff in it. Well, there was something fun tonight–I wrote a kiss. It’s more than just a kiss, though, it’s a sexual awakening. Yay!
And, you know, just to make up for my not posting in so long, have a LOLcat. Aw, Pandora is so cute!
This is one of them. I was last at work on December 21. I’m not expected back until after New Year’s.
You may now hate me. 😉
Sadly, this is not ending up being insane amounts of writing and working out. But I had a very busy year, and probably need the rest. I’m doing things like watching Frida for the billionth time instead.
My cats are in stink heaven. They think I’ve finally come to my senses and realized that working thing is a terrible idea. Now, if I would just forget that writing business and spend less time on my laptop goofing off, all would be well. I should devote myself to them as is their due. In fact, a couple have velcroed themselves to each outer thigh, which is nice because they’re furry and warm.
Instead of writing, I’m pondering the impending death of my PDA, and whether or not I need a new cellphone. These are clearly burning issues that must be pondered at length. Clearly.
Right now, however, the burning issue is my bed, and how it’s managing without me.
The first rule about kitty fight club? Is you don’t talk about kitty fight club!
Because Brian double-triple-
dog-cat dared me.
Filed under: cats
Filed under: cats
I can promise you that you’ll never have to take another pill, will never need any more bloodwork. There will be no more vet visits. No more sucky car rides. Goodbye, little ballerina kitty, who two months ago could jump over my head at the ripe old age of 14. I already miss you.
Edited 12/28/06 12:43pm to add mp3 and link to Brian’s post.
I’m at 33,717 words, but I also have a sick kitty. She’s our current Queen Kitty, and the other cats are worried.
I completely blew off yesterday, and am having trouble talking myself into doing it today. I’ve been trying to do 2,000 words a day; maybe I can manage 1,000 tonight.
I used up my outline in the first week. D’oh! I’m starting to think I just suck at outlining.
The last pages of my script are just grinding out like cement. I don’t know if it’s laptop death trama and the associated rebuild/migrate/etc., the distraction of the new Precious, being busy at work, all of the above, none of the above…
In short, I’m not writing. There must be writing. There needs to be script.
In other news, the cats ate my Navajo loom. In other, other news, fie on Quicken, for I have migrated to something that runs on linux.
I had two stories in progress when my cat got sick in December, and I hadn’t touched either of them since until today.
Well, I just worked on one a little, and I really like it. It’s also 2700 words so far and I don’t think it’s even half-finished, although I could be wrong. I’m very bad at estimating first draft lengths. Partly because I have the basic story beats so far, but not an outline or anything.
Yeah, I’m one of those weirdos who writes to find out what happens next. 😉
This one is surprising me; it’s coming out pointed. And there’s a lot of religion in this one. Not so much conventional, organized religion, although there’s some of that, too. More… what people value.
I suspect that the former cliché story stalled because I was resisting the romance that might occur. And also, yes, it needs more conflict. I don’t think that one is completely ripe, although I think I’ve figured it out a little better.
I kind of wish they’d all come out in a big rush like the Just Not Right story, though. Speaking of which, well… *looks at submission tracker, raises eyebrow*