Ted, last night, while he was standing in the living room waiting for the cab to pick him up and bring him to work, read the top page of one of the copies of the QUEEN’S BASTARD manuscript that’s lying around. (I think there are two copies currently floating around the house.) He came into the kitchen and said, in amazement, “It’s all… *descriptive*. It’s *gooey*.” I said, “*Gooey*?” and he considered that perhaps that was not the best word for him to have chosen. It was too late by…
i am WEAK!
*giggles helplessly at self* I should not. I should not be this weak, but there is a perfect and irresitable Princess Bride homage setup at the end of this chapter. I *should not* end this chapter with, “We’ve a wedding to plan, a throne to topple, and Scotland to frame for it.” but i’m GOING TO My editor will probably make me take it out. My editor probably *should* make me take it out. But by God I will keep it in until somebody makes me remove it. :) Man.…
sometimes she does things she can’t understand
I’ve just signed up for NaNoWriMo. I have no idea why I’ve done this. If I’ve gotten everything done by November 1, I should be signed up for NoMoWriMoEVAH and should lie under the bed with a cold compress on my head for a month. Yeah, but what the hell, right? Right?
not feelin’ the love
Totally not feeling the love this morning. Don’t wanna write. Suspect this mostly has to do with being disappointed in myself for not getting up to go swim (which became even more disappointing when I discovered that instead of absolutely pissing rain as I expected it to be, it’s *gorgeous* out). I have really *got* to arrange with a cab company to just have somebody here to pick me up at 7:15 MWF, which will eliminate the whiny Idon’wannagetupgonnastayinbed that has now prompted grumpiness. Writing or exercise. I seem to…
nothing to see here, move along, move along
Hoo-aah. 95,200 words on the book. Hit 400 (and one!) pages today. It can wrap up any time in the next hundred and fifty pages, thanks. *counts on fingers* Yeah. Something like that. I’m averaging 7800 word chapters (for God’s sake) and I figure I’ve got about five left. I hope it’s not more than that. o.O Honestly, I got nothin’. This is what happens when I’m up to my ears in actual writing. miles to Isengard: 299 ytd wordcount: 330,100