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Apr. 1st, 2006 04:26 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
With the head. And the hurting. Ow.
On the plus side? The outline for the 'tec novel is finished, and I rock. On the minus side, I just looked at all the synopses and outlines I have to do, plus the actual task of inserting scenes into the novel for the editor's appointment in three weeks time. Ouch. I think the only actual writing that's going to get done today is the first couple scenes in the 'tec novel.
It also occurs to me that I'm not only treating writing as a career, I'm actually enjoying the hell out of it. The organization, the planning, the writing, every last piece of it. It's fun. It feels good. If I somehow manage to make it as a writer, I will be the luckiest bitch on the face of this planet for being able to do something I love so thoroughly. I love it long time. I love it the way the camera loves Orlando Bloom.
Basic Instinct 2 fills me with a curiosity about Basic Instinct 1. Which I have never seen. I have also never seen Predator, Rocky, Vertigo, and a bunch of other movies.
Possibly it's aspirin time. Then it's time to knock down some of the synopses and outlines I have to write. I may start writing more detailed outlines rather than the one-line scene summary icons.
ALSO. I am taking the world of comic writing by the throat and writing some of The Adventures of Kitty in Writing, or whatever. Inspired by Nutty's absolutely hilarious comic. Comic scripts will ensue. Hopefully they will not suck.
Yahoo Word Racer is far too addictive. WORK, DAMMIT.
OH FUCK. This means I really do have to figure out the government of Mars, the districts, the cities, the domes, the culture... Ah, hell. Right. List of things I have to make up tonight, and I guess I know what I'm doing tomorrow. Fuck.
On the plus side? The outline for the 'tec novel is finished, and I rock. On the minus side, I just looked at all the synopses and outlines I have to do, plus the actual task of inserting scenes into the novel for the editor's appointment in three weeks time. Ouch. I think the only actual writing that's going to get done today is the first couple scenes in the 'tec novel.
It also occurs to me that I'm not only treating writing as a career, I'm actually enjoying the hell out of it. The organization, the planning, the writing, every last piece of it. It's fun. It feels good. If I somehow manage to make it as a writer, I will be the luckiest bitch on the face of this planet for being able to do something I love so thoroughly. I love it long time. I love it the way the camera loves Orlando Bloom.
Basic Instinct 2 fills me with a curiosity about Basic Instinct 1. Which I have never seen. I have also never seen Predator, Rocky, Vertigo, and a bunch of other movies.
Possibly it's aspirin time. Then it's time to knock down some of the synopses and outlines I have to write. I may start writing more detailed outlines rather than the one-line scene summary icons.
ALSO. I am taking the world of comic writing by the throat and writing some of The Adventures of Kitty in Writing, or whatever. Inspired by Nutty's absolutely hilarious comic. Comic scripts will ensue. Hopefully they will not suck.
OH FUCK. This means I really do have to figure out the government of Mars, the districts, the cities, the domes, the culture... Ah, hell. Right. List of things I have to make up tonight, and I guess I know what I'm doing tomorrow. Fuck.