I had a dream this morning that I joined a weight loss group here in Longford. It had line dancing and Simon Cowell. Simon judged the group. There was some guy who who wasn’t fat, and Simon told him he didn’t need to lose weight but he thought he should put on a little more muscle, after poking the guy in the belly. :) And he was horrified by the line dancing. Both by the idea and the execution, which was dreadful. (It was line dancing of the sort you’d…
Gah.
Gah. I just had a perfectly horrible moment where I looked at the numbers and thought I still had 40,000 words left to write on this book. Then I realized I was subtracting the number of words I’d written this month from the total necessary, rather than subtracting the total words written from the total necessary. The 10K difference there is rather important. The first number, by the way, is 70,000, and will be 73K by the end of the day. Nanowrimo is for weenies*, and 70K in April is…
in more detail :)
Not spoilery, I don’t think, but with commentary:
the really important part
Here’s the really, really, really important part: Gambit didn’t suck! Also, stay through the credits.
nibs & nobs
If it were not for the word wars, I *know* I wouldn’t have gotten my chapter done today, and I got the impression several other people wouldn’t have written much, either. But about seven people showed up despite this general malaise, so I’m really delighted by that. The wars are working! :) The inestimable Judith Tarr is commissioning original short stories, mentoring opportunities, and perhaps even a commissioned novel, so if there’s a world of hers you’d like to revisit, or if you’re an aspiring writer who would like advice…