Episodes … 6 and 7, or something like that, of La Femme Nikita, were definitely better than the first several. I’m not actually convinced of any of them as actors yet, although it’s possible that in Peta Wilson’s case this is because I’m distracted by her somewhat odd accent and her extraordinary features. I don’t think she’s pretty or beautiful, but she’s certainly interesting to look at. (She reminds me a bit of the Myrys women.) Anyway, it’s possible those things are sufficently misdirect-y that I’m failing to grasp she…
more compulsive hair disorder, and writing
*does a little dance* 3800 words, chapters 20 and 21 finished, another 200 words would start ch 22 and put me at 4000 words, and it’s early yet, so I might just do that. I have dinner to cook, though, so that might peter out my enthusiasm for writing. Still, I’m very pleased with today’s accomplishments, and liked this last chapter, too. Very good. *beam* Next chapter involves Sniking Around, and maybe an explosion. :) On the compulsive hair disorder topic: it appears several people have been Just Waiting for…
compulsive hair disorder
Those of you who know anything about me will not be surprised to hear I’m having compulsive hair disorder symptoms again. For once, amazingly enough, I can pretty definitively say this is not a result of being unhappy with either my weight or my book, which are the usual two triggers. I’m just bloody tired of my hair. Or, more accurately, of the style it’s currently cut in. This may be because it’s not cut in much of a style at all. It also has a bit to do with…
cat exploded!
It turned out to be a cat exploded kind of writing day. I didn’t quite write two full chapters (more like 1.75), but I got 4200 words done, hit page 250, and am stopping in the middle of a fight/chase scene that’ll be easy to pick up tomorrow. Page 250 is something of a landmark page. Even on longer books, it’s kind of the sign that there might be an end to this damned thing somewhere, but on the Bombshells, which are 360 pages max, it means you’d better have…
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“You’re a noob,” she said. “What’s a noob?” “You are!” she replied with the infallible cheer of circular logic. I’ve had that circulating in my head for the last twenty minutes. There’s no place for it in this book. (Shocking, I know.) Perhaps getting it out into the blog will release my brain from its evil ways. Back on my head.