"Down by the river, where nobody goes..."
Nov. 4th, 2003 03:59 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kittydesadeI miss that song. I need to bother my mother for another copy of the CD, if she has it. Or my dad, more like.
Nanowrimoe (sorry for all those who are tired of hearing about it!) is going rather well. Same problem that cropped up last year has walked in again, but this time I'm ready for it, mua ha. I've written 43,000 words so far (roughly, give or take a hundred) in six different novels, and I'm so far ahead of the game that I should be able to do what I have planned for tomorrow. If I can get a little more ahead tonight. I think I can.
Namely, I want to go see Matrix Revolutions. Twice.
I know it's going to completely derail my brain for at least a day. If I'm lucky I'll be able to rework the outlines I want to rework for a good half the novels, and actually write an outline for the novels I want to outline now. And do the timeline for Walkabout. And that's if I'm lucky, because I'm fairly sure I won't be getting any writing done between afternoon Wednesday and afternoon Thursday. But.. eh. The price we pay for enjoying ourselves at the movies. And by we I mean me and all the voices in my head.
... I think the Sentinel is Amy's ex-husband...
Okay, never mind. I should really be writing, but I'm trying to wrap up this one scene. And wondering why all my heros and heroines seem to somehow be having crises of romance. I don't understand it. I may just scrap Walkabout entirely before her lack of romance and lack of caring about whether or not she has a lack of romance completely rips my heart out and eats it in the market-place. I swear... I don't know what to do with Laurel, I really dont.
Hmm. I could do that. I could scrap the novel and start over, if I can manage to pull a whole lot of writing out of my ass tonight. It's the lowest down on the progress chart so far. And Laurel... her not-romance with one of someone else's characters is going to kill me, it really is. She's completely given up. Maybe I can write something about Amber instead. She may be angry a lot of the time now, but at least she's alive.
And now I'm depressed again. Time to write some pointless cuddling from Martine... at least he's happy when he's surrounded by his ladies.
Nanowrimoe (sorry for all those who are tired of hearing about it!) is going rather well. Same problem that cropped up last year has walked in again, but this time I'm ready for it, mua ha. I've written 43,000 words so far (roughly, give or take a hundred) in six different novels, and I'm so far ahead of the game that I should be able to do what I have planned for tomorrow. If I can get a little more ahead tonight. I think I can.
Namely, I want to go see Matrix Revolutions. Twice.
I know it's going to completely derail my brain for at least a day. If I'm lucky I'll be able to rework the outlines I want to rework for a good half the novels, and actually write an outline for the novels I want to outline now. And do the timeline for Walkabout. And that's if I'm lucky, because I'm fairly sure I won't be getting any writing done between afternoon Wednesday and afternoon Thursday. But.. eh. The price we pay for enjoying ourselves at the movies. And by we I mean me and all the voices in my head.
... I think the Sentinel is Amy's ex-husband...
Okay, never mind. I should really be writing, but I'm trying to wrap up this one scene. And wondering why all my heros and heroines seem to somehow be having crises of romance. I don't understand it. I may just scrap Walkabout entirely before her lack of romance and lack of caring about whether or not she has a lack of romance completely rips my heart out and eats it in the market-place. I swear... I don't know what to do with Laurel, I really dont.
Hmm. I could do that. I could scrap the novel and start over, if I can manage to pull a whole lot of writing out of my ass tonight. It's the lowest down on the progress chart so far. And Laurel... her not-romance with one of someone else's characters is going to kill me, it really is. She's completely given up. Maybe I can write something about Amber instead. She may be angry a lot of the time now, but at least she's alive.
And now I'm depressed again. Time to write some pointless cuddling from Martine... at least he's happy when he's surrounded by his ladies.
