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Nov. 1st, 2018 02:02 pmHalloween did its Halloween thing, with the costume that won the night being a kid in tails and a tophat with a 'sorry' sign hung around the neck. And when the boy asked "What's the sorry for?" the response was "I'm a formal apology" and I have been laughing about that ever since let me tell you. We definitely need to get more lit decorations next year though. Or more decorations in general, and put them out earlier. The front walk was in no fit state to be seen by people with standards but I'm pretty sure the kids that come out on Halloween have no standards except "does this house give lots of candy", which is something my worrying brain must remember. Anyway, we were the cool house at which kids could just reach in and grab candy, so that was good.
Work after the fiber show is quiet. I'd say it's terrifyingly quiet but we're not doing bad business, it's just that all the money is coming in from schools, camps, and large purchases, and in between then there's less to do. And I end up half falling asleep at my desk, which is no good. I have work to do, self. I have writing and things to do.
It's Nanowrimo! I woke up and I wrote a shitton of words and if I can manage to go to sleep on goddamn time for once ever I will be able to wake up, do my exercise and definitely put on my makeup first, and then sit down at the desktop and write a thousand or so words and get a start on the day. We'll see if this actually happens, but I got 1,200+ words written before I landed at work and then finished off the daily minimum for that novel at work, so my start of Two Nanos One Month is pretty damn good.
All that said, I didn't fully appreciate the task I'd be taking on when I decided yes, Southern Gothic on a Generation Ship was a thing I was going to write. I picked up a few Southern Gothic novels or collections of short stories (Dorothy Allison, William Faulkner, Flannery O'Connor) and am reading them for atmosphere and suddenly wondering how I'm going to translate this to in space! I mean it's possible, it's definitely possible, but oh boy I'm going to have to focus and put effort into this in a more detailed, slower way than I usually do. I can't just assign chunks of this to the backbrain, I need to get into the right gear. This is gonna be an interesting Nano.
Plus on top of that I discovered Huevember is a thing, and I Do Not Have Enough Markers For This. (What I need to do is use my gel pens, because between the shitpile Mr. Editrix got me and the shitpile I've accumulated over the years on my own, adding the gel pens to the markers will make a fine range of color for Huevember. But my stupid magpie brain still wants more markers and watercolors. Not or, and.) I'm not yet sure how I'm going to do it but I rather want to do it tieing into the novels I'm writing so I have to think about subject matter less and work on color more. Which I guess is the point of Huevember? IDEK. If I do one drawing every day though I've decided I will get myself a watercolor pack to start with. Because what I need is more ways to put color on things.
Work after the fiber show is quiet. I'd say it's terrifyingly quiet but we're not doing bad business, it's just that all the money is coming in from schools, camps, and large purchases, and in between then there's less to do. And I end up half falling asleep at my desk, which is no good. I have work to do, self. I have writing and things to do.
It's Nanowrimo! I woke up and I wrote a shitton of words and if I can manage to go to sleep on goddamn time for once ever I will be able to wake up, do my exercise and definitely put on my makeup first, and then sit down at the desktop and write a thousand or so words and get a start on the day. We'll see if this actually happens, but I got 1,200+ words written before I landed at work and then finished off the daily minimum for that novel at work, so my start of Two Nanos One Month is pretty damn good.
All that said, I didn't fully appreciate the task I'd be taking on when I decided yes, Southern Gothic on a Generation Ship was a thing I was going to write. I picked up a few Southern Gothic novels or collections of short stories (Dorothy Allison, William Faulkner, Flannery O'Connor) and am reading them for atmosphere and suddenly wondering how I'm going to translate this to in space! I mean it's possible, it's definitely possible, but oh boy I'm going to have to focus and put effort into this in a more detailed, slower way than I usually do. I can't just assign chunks of this to the backbrain, I need to get into the right gear. This is gonna be an interesting Nano.
Plus on top of that I discovered Huevember is a thing, and I Do Not Have Enough Markers For This. (What I need to do is use my gel pens, because between the shitpile Mr. Editrix got me and the shitpile I've accumulated over the years on my own, adding the gel pens to the markers will make a fine range of color for Huevember. But my stupid magpie brain still wants more markers and watercolors. Not or, and.) I'm not yet sure how I'm going to do it but I rather want to do it tieing into the novels I'm writing so I have to think about subject matter less and work on color more. Which I guess is the point of Huevember? IDEK. If I do one drawing every day though I've decided I will get myself a watercolor pack to start with. Because what I need is more ways to put color on things.