"Play it, Sam. Play it again."

I like my new icon.

And now for a randomness of topics.

Big Brother is on LiveJournal!
Waugh! At least I think that's the Big Brother who just added himself to my friend's list. Wahoo and whee! This ought to make for some interesting days, one hopes.

I got my second rejection letter today!
This one was much more promising. It included an actual signature, a real letter, and the "we didn't think it was right for us but feel free to keep sending material" line. I love that line! Now I have to figure out what to send them. Maybe another walking undead story. It was a suspense mag, after all, and the story I sent them wasn't exactly fluffy puppies but it wasn't all that suspenseful either. But, yay! I love getting mail from publishers. Even if it is rejection letters, that's the best kind of rejection. And so quick, too!

Web-spinning frenzy
I'm revamping my web page, mostly because everything personal I could think of to put on the web is pretty much on LiveJournal anyway. So it's just going to be my writing page. And then to that I'm going to add a link-exchange thing wherein I sort links that people (or maybe just my friends) toss me and put them up in some kind of chart/index thingie. And then I'm going to update DC.com too. Now that I figured out how I can upload to my web domain thingie.

And a poll
It's about time to start cycling things out of my mp3 player. Actually it's more than time. Now, for those of you who object to such things, let me note that the poll (polls, really, 'cause this isn't a fraction of what's available) consists of all the CDs in mine and my boyfriend's collection. I rip stuff, stick it on my mp3 player, and then delete it when I cycle it out again. Because mp3 players are so much easier than CD players to run with: they don't skip. So, a poll.


[Poll #268511]

The Room of Requirement

( October 13, 1972 )

"Potter, when I want to hear nonsense, I will force-feed you a Babbling Brew through your nostrils."

Not that he said that. But it would have been funny if he had.

Wow. Just with the slacky writing I've done this year so far I'm already 4% of the way to UltraMadness completion. With my projected finishings for Nanowrimo that ought to get me to...

*quick math*

29% Hah. that was easy. Or 35% if I can actually manage to do six novels this year. Which I think I'll be able to do, the only thing that stopped me last year was the fact that both novels I was putting in slot six petered out after a while. So... somewhere I have to come up with 650,000 words worth of crap to write. Gyah. I think I can do this. I hope I can do this.

And I still need to figure out what the hell the Book of Fancy is. And what its world is. It's frustrating enough that I really want to light up a joint and just lie back and see what happens. Which is somewhat hampered by the fact that I have no idea where to get one. So instead I will lie back and listen to music and stare at the ceiling and see what happens. Or just write down a lot of things and see which of them ... uh. Ping. You know what I'm talking about.

And I need to write more short stories. More short stories, more submissions. More submissions, better odds at getting a short story published. With publication comes credits and a longer writing CV and happiness. Mmmm. Writing. And stories. And oh the stories I have to tell.

And now I'm just babbling. It's probably time to take my NyQuil, my fortifications against the plague of doom what's running around the household, and go to bed. Yeah. Definitely.

Ta.