NANO Madness Subsides

Finished a few days ago and Nimster just crossed the line. So goddamned glad it's done and now, now...I get to clean it up, add 100,000 words and get with finding an agent. I'm so old. She's only 25 and has years of writing ahead. I've WASTED years in that time.

So, here's the thing...I think I'll shelve the space opera for two weeks and grab it back up after I have pondered what I'm writing next. Carry about the new Palm and make some random jottings....etc.

Oh I am soooo glad I don't have to work today. Wish I had one more day off, but I'm PF'd I think. Yeah, PF'd.

I'd re-watch all three LOTR's and get back to ME. I might anyway, but I doubt it.

More later, I pray...If I'm not distracitificated. I'm cruising Karl LJ's...I'm so naughty.

Starting My Own Religion

I have always been a firm believer in multi-dimensional space. I have also pondered the idea that anything envisioned, is real...somewhere. And, to icing this religiosity moment, I believe that the more people who can 'see' it in their minds or have believed it, strengthens the reality of it.

So, Jesus Christ, Cthulu, Legolas and King Arthur have alot goin' 'bout now.

I need a name for my religion.

NaNo Doneness

"'Ere I am, mindin' me own bidness, mind you, and up walks this lolly of a lass..."

I'm done!
Squeeeeee!
Legolas Fan Girl Squeeeeee!

Ok. I'm lying. I have 50K out of ohhh...a 125K book, but I came, I saw, I crisised, I arc-ed, I denumounted, I wiggled, I blasted, I hovered and I...made it over 50K.

Right now, I have a little song and dance for you. It's more of an anthem, but it involved shaking ones ass...

"I went over 50K, so I shake my round booo-tay!"

Not Shakespeare quality, but it's the best my sleepless brain can manage.

Now I have the dilemma of friendfromNCintown vs buying food.

sighs.

Off to get paper paycheck (wtf are those, anymore?) and get busy. This whole Thanksgiving, steal a country from a people with a few trinkets and smallpox blankets gets to me, yah know? And don't get me started about St. Paddy and those fucking Irish snakes...

Bold and Beautiful, as always,
Morgan

Today's Accomplishments

Nausea...treatment, sleep and Phenergan. Shitfuckdamn. I hate this. Will it ever be 'right'?

Watched a few hours of "Firefly" episodes in the background and wrote part of a bar scene that might open the book or hit within just a bit of the beginning of the book.

I went to Office Max and had three notebooks made with spiral bindings...two of two hundred pages and one of one hundred. Gorgeous speckly paper! Far far cheaper than buying notebooks. I also found a Waterman pen that Shelle might get for b'day gifty. Gorgeous!

Well, I'm off to bed soon. Tomorrow comes and I hope to get some writing done. DL'ing gag reel right now and have to leave puter on...hope its safe.

NaNoWriMo

A quicky posty to let everyone know word count has hit 14K. With hard editing, that might drop to 13K, but it'll still keep and sustain me through next Wednesday morning when I get out of work.

Pissed I'll not be a house stupidvisor this Sunday, but I am slated to become a PICC nurse. How's that for cool?

(trust in me, it is)

Off to bed.

"Firefly rules...."

NaNo Madness

My hand is freaking killing me as is my head, but I've spent over two hours typing on Nano stuff and have posted 3500 ish words towards my 50K. No, it's not much, but I have a headache now and am going to drug myself into sweet oblivion. I spent Samhain watching "Empire Records" and "The Breakfast Club" with my kids, which was actually kinda fun. Good soundtracks and better stories. My boys are in love with Ally Sheedy, which is only natural, since they love goth chicks.

The music in my head is some weirdass combo of NIN and Toby Keith's "What Happens Down in Mexico...". Don't ask. I was despirate for music on the way home and flip and flopped like a fish.

Help.

No one's online tonight. Nim ran off early and crashed or something. Eryn, who usually comes around is not answering. CJ was on earlier, but I had to leave him despite the great Foamy postcard! I think I'll drop a line to Circe and hit the potty and the sack.

Work tried to call me in. On Samhain. Not.

ttfn...