Look! Two in a row!
Dearest internet, how are you this very cold afternoon? I’m freezing, so I shall be right back after I grab a sweater of cuddliness +2. You should probably get one as well. There. Now that I am properly cuddly, we can begin.
Day four of living with taking caustic pills that make you want to violently empty the contents of one’s stomach is going better than expected. Well, better then days one and two, but that’s not really saying much. I had salsa as a part of my breakfast with solid foods, and I’m even drinking coffee! Granted, it’s more of a latte with warmed milk and lots of honey, but damn it, it’s coffee not tea. I get so sick of tea after a while. I don’t think that I’m going to be back to drinking coffee like water until probably a few days after I finish the vile poisonous pink pills, but progress is a great thing indeed. Still trying to take it really easy, the last thing I want is to bad slide. Again.
Speaking of progress, I did end up writing over 1,500 words yesterday, as I worked for a bit on my fan fiction. Sister helped me a lot with the direction of how I wanted Draco’s character to progress in relation to Hermione’s, and I think that putting in more flash backs will be better in the long run than the bricks of unwieldy prose I had before. I’m still not happy with the secondary plot that I have going on, but I can’t write about a magical cop without having her work at least one case. I think I’m going to scale back, however. The original idea was to have a whole serial killer thing going on, with the intent on becoming the next dark lord. I think that I’m going to keep that idea, but maybe stretch it out through a few different stories. Gah, this whole thing is turning into a huge soap opera with way too many characters for me to juggle! I think that’s one of the issues with Harry Potter fan fiction as a whole. The world is really way too big to deal with as one writer. It really explains why JKR just made all the Death Eaters foils. I honestly don’t think that she’s a good enough writer to deal with that many characters in one novel. The lack of first person doesn’t help either. Harry Dresden and Anita Blake also both have tons of characters, but they both also have tons of books to add to the world slowly. I think Dresden’s up to eleven books, and Anita Blake is up to thirteen or fourteen. It’s insane.
Harry Potter fan fiction writers also have the trap of having tons of work in fan fiction and other high fantasy works to draw upon. A problem I have more often than not while writing in the Harry Potter world, is that the magic system is highly simplistic. The magic works because it works. Only in potions is there any sense of natural laws and consequences. In my stories, at the very least, I really do try to add some kind of restrictions upon the magic used, or at the very least some kind of explanation for why the magic works as it does. I personally really like the ideas of Old and New magic, where the Purebloods have some kind of archaic magic that is for some reason taboo or not used. I also really like the idea of magic as a religion, and with some kind of god and goddess system. It would also explain some of the logical resentment that the Purebloods have against the Muggle borns. The illogical hate is still there, but there’s not much you can do to explain that other than to say that people are idiots.
There is also the possibility that I think way too much about these things.
There is another possibility that maybe one of these days I’ll become a novelist and write about hair and magic.
What do people write about when they write every day? Honestly, not much has happened in twenty four hours.
The Super Bowl was fun, if for no other reason than I got to cuddle up to Boyfriend (If you’re reading this because you’re bored, you should know that I try not to talk about people with their real names on this blog. Only handles and descriptive tags.) and ask him silly questions about the sport. Most went something like this:
Me: So what’d the magical orange line?
Boyfriend: it doesn’t really exist, you know…
M: I know, but what does it mean?.
B: Well, you have to line up on the line of scrimmage-
M: that’s the magical blue line?
Father: Yes, that’s the magical blue line. They have to get from the blue line to the orange line.
M (to Boyfriend): Well, why didn’t you just say that? Why do you have throw silly football words in there?
B: because that’s what’s it’s called?
M: well, this game is stupid.
B: I think you’d like it if you gave it a shot.
M: Doubtful. I just like asking you stupid questions.
B: I noticed.
M: you’re going to ask me about a hundred questions about onsides and offsides when I watch proper football aren’t you?
B: Yep.
M: I love you.
B: I love you, too.
M: Why are they on the blue line again? They just did that!
B: *face plant*
Or something like that at the very least. It’s close enough to what happened, anyway. Sister and Mother watched the Puppy Bowl, which I was going to watch with them, but I got my dose of cute cuddling with Boyfriend and my Build-A-Bear Workshop blue, winter-y bear named River. Because she can kill you with her brain, don’t think that she can’t. I kind of want to knit her a pink turtle neck like River Tam wears in the show, and maybe some motor cycle type boots as well. I think baby patterns might be the best for this, since the bear is a fairly good size.
I have ten more words until I can get to 1,000 words. See, you just can’t do that kind of crap with NaNoWriMo. Well, you could, but it’s not all that kosher. More’s the pity. I often wonder if some of these novels people write don’t have random sentences like that. I know mine do, but then I delete them. Maybe next year I won’t.
NaNoWriMo is just at a bad time for me now, though. Frightland is just ending, and I am normally really exhausted the whole month. Seriously, last year I totally forgot about NaNoWriMo! Something I haven’t done since I found out about it in 2004. Hopefully next year my work schedule will be less frightening, though. As in, I might have a day off here or there. That would be a nice change. Doubtful it’ll happen, but hope springs eternal and all that meshugas.
Boyfriend just called and surprised me with his coming over soon since his work took less time than he expected it to. I’m very excited, as I always am when I get to see him. I think I could see him every day and still be excited when he comes home from work or the pub or fishing or whatever. Yay for silly happiness.
Now, it is time for our Yiddish word for the day! Brought to you by Bubbe’s Latkes. Don’t eat any latkes! It’s only real, if it’s Bubbe’s!
Fleishig- made of meat. As in, “Is that soup fleishig?”, which could be a very important question for veggies at a potluck.
And with those 1,296 words, dear internet, I wish you a great day. Hopefully cuddled up with some one or some bear you truly love.
Day four of living with taking caustic pills that make you want to violently empty the contents of one’s stomach is going better than expected. Well, better then days one and two, but that’s not really saying much. I had salsa as a part of my breakfast with solid foods, and I’m even drinking coffee! Granted, it’s more of a latte with warmed milk and lots of honey, but damn it, it’s coffee not tea. I get so sick of tea after a while. I don’t think that I’m going to be back to drinking coffee like water until probably a few days after I finish the vile poisonous pink pills, but progress is a great thing indeed. Still trying to take it really easy, the last thing I want is to bad slide. Again.
Speaking of progress, I did end up writing over 1,500 words yesterday, as I worked for a bit on my fan fiction. Sister helped me a lot with the direction of how I wanted Draco’s character to progress in relation to Hermione’s, and I think that putting in more flash backs will be better in the long run than the bricks of unwieldy prose I had before. I’m still not happy with the secondary plot that I have going on, but I can’t write about a magical cop without having her work at least one case. I think I’m going to scale back, however. The original idea was to have a whole serial killer thing going on, with the intent on becoming the next dark lord. I think that I’m going to keep that idea, but maybe stretch it out through a few different stories. Gah, this whole thing is turning into a huge soap opera with way too many characters for me to juggle! I think that’s one of the issues with Harry Potter fan fiction as a whole. The world is really way too big to deal with as one writer. It really explains why JKR just made all the Death Eaters foils. I honestly don’t think that she’s a good enough writer to deal with that many characters in one novel. The lack of first person doesn’t help either. Harry Dresden and Anita Blake also both have tons of characters, but they both also have tons of books to add to the world slowly. I think Dresden’s up to eleven books, and Anita Blake is up to thirteen or fourteen. It’s insane.
Harry Potter fan fiction writers also have the trap of having tons of work in fan fiction and other high fantasy works to draw upon. A problem I have more often than not while writing in the Harry Potter world, is that the magic system is highly simplistic. The magic works because it works. Only in potions is there any sense of natural laws and consequences. In my stories, at the very least, I really do try to add some kind of restrictions upon the magic used, or at the very least some kind of explanation for why the magic works as it does. I personally really like the ideas of Old and New magic, where the Purebloods have some kind of archaic magic that is for some reason taboo or not used. I also really like the idea of magic as a religion, and with some kind of god and goddess system. It would also explain some of the logical resentment that the Purebloods have against the Muggle borns. The illogical hate is still there, but there’s not much you can do to explain that other than to say that people are idiots.
There is also the possibility that I think way too much about these things.
There is another possibility that maybe one of these days I’ll become a novelist and write about hair and magic.
What do people write about when they write every day? Honestly, not much has happened in twenty four hours.
The Super Bowl was fun, if for no other reason than I got to cuddle up to Boyfriend (If you’re reading this because you’re bored, you should know that I try not to talk about people with their real names on this blog. Only handles and descriptive tags.) and ask him silly questions about the sport. Most went something like this:
Me: So what’d the magical orange line?
Boyfriend: it doesn’t really exist, you know…
M: I know, but what does it mean?.
B: Well, you have to line up on the line of scrimmage-
M: that’s the magical blue line?
Father: Yes, that’s the magical blue line. They have to get from the blue line to the orange line.
M (to Boyfriend): Well, why didn’t you just say that? Why do you have throw silly football words in there?
B: because that’s what’s it’s called?
M: well, this game is stupid.
B: I think you’d like it if you gave it a shot.
M: Doubtful. I just like asking you stupid questions.
B: I noticed.
M: you’re going to ask me about a hundred questions about onsides and offsides when I watch proper football aren’t you?
B: Yep.
M: I love you.
B: I love you, too.
M: Why are they on the blue line again? They just did that!
B: *face plant*
Or something like that at the very least. It’s close enough to what happened, anyway. Sister and Mother watched the Puppy Bowl, which I was going to watch with them, but I got my dose of cute cuddling with Boyfriend and my Build-A-Bear Workshop blue, winter-y bear named River. Because she can kill you with her brain, don’t think that she can’t. I kind of want to knit her a pink turtle neck like River Tam wears in the show, and maybe some motor cycle type boots as well. I think baby patterns might be the best for this, since the bear is a fairly good size.
I have ten more words until I can get to 1,000 words. See, you just can’t do that kind of crap with NaNoWriMo. Well, you could, but it’s not all that kosher. More’s the pity. I often wonder if some of these novels people write don’t have random sentences like that. I know mine do, but then I delete them. Maybe next year I won’t.
NaNoWriMo is just at a bad time for me now, though. Frightland is just ending, and I am normally really exhausted the whole month. Seriously, last year I totally forgot about NaNoWriMo! Something I haven’t done since I found out about it in 2004. Hopefully next year my work schedule will be less frightening, though. As in, I might have a day off here or there. That would be a nice change. Doubtful it’ll happen, but hope springs eternal and all that meshugas.
Boyfriend just called and surprised me with his coming over soon since his work took less time than he expected it to. I’m very excited, as I always am when I get to see him. I think I could see him every day and still be excited when he comes home from work or the pub or fishing or whatever. Yay for silly happiness.
Now, it is time for our Yiddish word for the day! Brought to you by Bubbe’s Latkes. Don’t eat any latkes! It’s only real, if it’s Bubbe’s!
Fleishig- made of meat. As in, “Is that soup fleishig?”, which could be a very important question for veggies at a potluck.
And with those 1,296 words, dear internet, I wish you a great day. Hopefully cuddled up with some one or some bear you truly love.