I didn't get much writing done on the first; I was plotting. And last night I skipped writing for a much needed drinking and talking session with Rosie. So tonight and tomorrow and this weekend, I need to catch up. I have a good plot in my head. Doing horror/thriller this year, and I think I can take it. I want to get into some psychological stuff ( Read more... )

I can't believe the years go by so fast.  I've been so used to tweeting short status reports that I haven't even looked at LJ in ages.  I won't bore you with the rundown of my life in the five weeks since I've last posted.  I moved in to Watertown, and the space is wonderful - creaky and cold and filled with personality.  My life is currently ( Read more... )

I've decided that Nanowrimo isn't really for me. I always mean to do it, but I completely slack off during and never motivate myself. Then I fall so far behind I feel like it's pointless to try. So instead, I'm engaging myself in Nanofinishthethreegoddamnnovelsyouvestartedfromnanowrimowithinlikeayearortwoseriouslyplskthxbye. Which I just ( Read more... )

The only thing I'm actually doing worse than Nano right now is my actual job. I'm in a position that sucks so hard right now; the position of having moved, but being unable to live fully at my new residence. My room at my parents' house is a jumble of books, spare clothes and junk that has not yet been trucked up. The only furniture is a desk ( Read more... )

It's only a scant few days, as in, one and a half, until Nanowrimo. I'm excited to begin my "30 days and nights of literary abandon." I've stocked up on booze and pretentious sneers, and I'm already practicing explanations. "Well, my novel's about the relative ennui of life as contrasted to the inherent pain of failure and the depth of human ( Read more... )

In case you're wondering what the best part of life is, I can tell you that it ain't sitting at your desk avoiding work. Although Nancy's cat is dying, so she took the day off. Not that I wish animals harm, but anything that gets rid of Nancy is A-1 in my book ( Read more... )

I think tonight I may pack up the car for a faster getaway. Then I can leave tomorrow after work and head straight home ( Read more... )

Amanda Christie forced me to buy a country CD. She didn't hold me at gunpoint or anything, no - she was far more insidious. She simply got Johnny Cash stuck in my head ( Read more... )