December 28th, 2007

criminal minds garcia girls who wear gla

Ode to a silver hair found in my hairbrush:

Your bottom half is blonde and straight.
Your top half is white and curly.
I guess we ran out of melanin halfway through production.
I am not quite used to you guys yet,
But I hope I live long enough to meet more.

So, on Thursday afternoons, I leave the apartment with my gym bag containing a change of clothes and shoes, my guitar, my bow, and my messenger bag. And as I trucked it down to the car this afternoon, struggling through doorways, and fit everything into the trunk (the Honda has a two-body trunk) I realized that if I added the sleeping bag and the climbing gear already in the trunk, and about ten pounds of food and four pounds of water, I would be as encumbered as the average AD&D Bard.

If I were strapping a sword and a main gauche, that is.

Medium encumbrance?

Is pretty damned encumbered.

I'm thinking about beginner mind a lot lately. I think I need to keep reminding myself that really, it's a more positive way of looking at the whole "I will never know nearly as much of this stuff as I want and need to know" part of art.
can't sleep books will eat me

can the blogosphere talk about something else nao?

Re: the fake publicist thing? So don't care. Worried about my own career, thanks.

And speaking of which:

I will write this five hundred times on the internets:

The scene does not have to be perfect. The scene has to be written.

I can fix it on the second draft. I can fix it on the second draft. I can fix it on the second draft.

Right. Beginner mind. Just because you aren't good enough to do this, and never will be, doesn't mean you can't do it.

Trust the story. It's always worked before.

1782 words on Bone & Jewel Creatures this morning, to a total of 18,146. And it's looking like the novella will come in very tidily around where it needs to, because there's just the zombie apocalypse and the climactic space battle to go, now. And some angst and pathos. I'm hoping for around 25,000 words, which would be just perfect, I think. And still might get itself written by the end of the year. Tomorrow and Sunday are scheduled as Word Days, and I plan to get as much done as I can.

I have figured out some things about the villain, and some other things will have to wait until the second draft.
criminal minds hotch my fandom's mom

don't try to stop it. you'd best take shelter.

Yeah, so--guess who forgot she's supposed to be places Saturday, Sunday, and Monday? I seem to have a baby shower, an AD&D game, and a lunch date on Monday. So scratch that thing about holing up in my hole and trying to finish the novella before year's end. I am going to try to stick to quota, though, and get the requisite 1500 words a day.

I am scheduling today and Tuesday and next weekend as Introvert Days, though. Hello, overscheduled/overpeopled Bear.

Man, this apartment is a pit. Maybe I can get it cleaned somewhat tomorrow. I can tell it's not happening today, as I have the Weary.

232 more this afternoon, for a short transitional scene. And I'm not exactly sure what happens next. Except the Zombie Apocalypse and the Climactic Space Battle. It's possible I need to put it away for a little bit and let it cook until my brain fields an answer to "And how does this all end?" So on that note, I'm not going to stress it. I'm within striking distance of the end, and it can hang fire for a little while it cooks and other tasks get done.

Maybe I will try write about the minotaurs later, or try some longhand writing, or both, and see if that helps any. Right now, though, I have this other Dennis Lehane novel to finish reading. And some guitar to practice, maybe.

The year-end self-love roundup continues with two nods from the Romantic Times Reviewer's Choice nominee list (for Whiskey & Water and A Companion to Wolves, which are listed along with many stellar novels.)
comic tick ninjas hedge

christmas is interesting, like a knife in your heart

Book Report #88: Dennis Lehane, Sacred

There is a point this murder mystery where the protagonist says "I never saw this coming."

Always a bad sign.

Because I did, on page ten.

Also, the plot only works because the protagonists are too stupid to live, and there's one secondary character whose characterization seems sort of wildly inconsistent.