At least, a theoretical end to the media blackout. I should probably carry on with it to a fair degree, because it was pretty successful. I think I got around 40K written in September, maybe as much as 50, including all the synopsizing and stuff I did for the epic proposal. It made a dent, anyway, in my to-do list, and I’m considerably less freaked out than I was at the beginning of September. The epic proposal isn’t quite done, although that had been my hope. The bulk of the…
all in a day’s work
So bright and early this morning I went downtown to run some errands, figuring the shops I needed probably wouldn’t be open until 10 but thinking I’d go to the library to work until they opened. Turned out the library didn’t open until 10 either. @.@ Anyway, I rented a spot at a cafe and got working and after a while thought well, I don’t have to pick Young Indy up until noon, I’ll just work until 11 and then do errands. Moments later my phone rang and the guys…
time travel
The way I think about time travel scenarios you’d think I was likely to be caught up in one AT ANY MOMENT. My current mental scenario obsession: I awaken on Jan 1 of the year I turn 13, with as much knowledge about the future as I can, y’know, remember. What do I do? (Answer: the 1st fucking thing I do is find a way to stop the Challenger launch. Call in a bomb threat to NASA, I don’t know, but *something*. 2nd thing I do: start acquiring fake IDs.…
wordcount triumph
I set myself a small, realistic wordcount goal this year, because last year was so phenomenally bad. 200K, that was my goal. I had over 100K by the end of March, so it was something of a letdown to take until yesterday to reach the 200K mark, but I have triumphed and heck, there are still 3 months left in the year! (And I, uh, want to finish at least 2 more books in that time. And write 3 or more short stories…) Still, I reached goal, so that’s nice.…
Roadhouse
So I just got done working and went downstairs and glanced into the living room as I walked by, and a shirtless Patrick Swayze was on TV, and I said to Ted, “Roadhouse?” And then I thought, and said to Ted, “Why have I seen Roadhouse often enough that I can identify it by those particular two seconds of half-naked Patrick Swayze?” and concluded (also aloud) that the answer was probably “Well, Patrick Swayze.” A few minutes later there’s a sex scene and it’s up against a rough stone wall…