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Oct. 22nd, 2008 08:07 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kittydesade"Tell me something true."
"Something true... I hate peas."
"No... tell me something real."
And then I remember that that conversation had Heath Ledger in it and that he's dead and he will never act in any movies where he has conversations about peas while still spattered in paint and I want to cry.
I was a good kitty and went and made the sweet and sour chicken instead of ordering out, so now I am exhausted and wondering if I can make it through tonight's round of tv shows without passing out. Which, really, is what iTunes is for, but I at least want to stare at Reid for a bit. I am still no closer to making an outline for Astrid, but I already have a sequel in mind. This is just a little bit sad. I want a beer.
On the other hand, Astrid is coming along better than I thought she would. Apparently all I needed to do is toss her non-boyfriend out of my head and into someone else's (still not my fault, Kiki!) and she started talking. A lot. I should actually be able to complete Nano with her which leaves me with another problem I'm already anticipating.
For me, Nano goes as follows. Write novel. Let it sit for six to eight weeks. Go back, edit roughly a third of it. Get fed up, leave it for about six months. Remember, hey, you liked this once upon a time and long ago. Apply edits, continue editing for about another third of the novel. Give up for three to six months when you realize no one's ever going to publish this shit. Read some article or something, make a list of publishing houses and agents that might take it, write query letters even as you force yourself to finish editing the goddamn novel.
Collect rejection letters.
I don't want to go through this again. I really don't. I'm bracing myself to go through this stomach-churning vale of tears again and I don't want to. I can't change whether or not agents and publishing houses like my novel, but I can change my own attitude, right? God, I'm tired. I can also change the fact that I'm thinking about this now, and I shouldn't be. Not right now. Not when I'm probably going to go to sleep after Criminal Minds unless I can get a second wind.
Tangent: Is it really necessary to have 40+ Sam Winchesters on LJ and 30+ Deans, and counting? Especially when so many of them are so, so bad at it. We're talking Invader Zim taking over the Earth bad.
Poked some people's dragons. Still tired. Not sure what to do about this. I had fic ideas before but they all went away. Oogh. I should do my outline, or at least start it, and go to bed, but I was so tired today that I forgot I was supposed to take the bus home from work and only remembered when the Elf Lord said "Hey, aren't you taking the bus home from work today?" About ten minutes before closing. Which is right when I should be leaving. So I zipped on out of there without my book. And now I have no book and only half an idea of how many scenes I should be outlining for. Which shouldn't necessarily stop me since I can always edit it later. Right. Getting off my dumb ass and doing this. Poke the dragons.
"Something true... I hate peas."
"No... tell me something real."
And then I remember that that conversation had Heath Ledger in it and that he's dead and he will never act in any movies where he has conversations about peas while still spattered in paint and I want to cry.
I was a good kitty and went and made the sweet and sour chicken instead of ordering out, so now I am exhausted and wondering if I can make it through tonight's round of tv shows without passing out. Which, really, is what iTunes is for, but I at least want to stare at Reid for a bit. I am still no closer to making an outline for Astrid, but I already have a sequel in mind. This is just a little bit sad. I want a beer.
On the other hand, Astrid is coming along better than I thought she would. Apparently all I needed to do is toss her non-boyfriend out of my head and into someone else's (still not my fault, Kiki!) and she started talking. A lot. I should actually be able to complete Nano with her which leaves me with another problem I'm already anticipating.
For me, Nano goes as follows. Write novel. Let it sit for six to eight weeks. Go back, edit roughly a third of it. Get fed up, leave it for about six months. Remember, hey, you liked this once upon a time and long ago. Apply edits, continue editing for about another third of the novel. Give up for three to six months when you realize no one's ever going to publish this shit. Read some article or something, make a list of publishing houses and agents that might take it, write query letters even as you force yourself to finish editing the goddamn novel.
Collect rejection letters.
I don't want to go through this again. I really don't. I'm bracing myself to go through this stomach-churning vale of tears again and I don't want to. I can't change whether or not agents and publishing houses like my novel, but I can change my own attitude, right? God, I'm tired. I can also change the fact that I'm thinking about this now, and I shouldn't be. Not right now. Not when I'm probably going to go to sleep after Criminal Minds unless I can get a second wind.
Tangent: Is it really necessary to have 40+ Sam Winchesters on LJ and 30+ Deans, and counting? Especially when so many of them are so, so bad at it. We're talking Invader Zim taking over the Earth bad.
Poked some people's dragons. Still tired. Not sure what to do about this. I had fic ideas before but they all went away. Oogh. I should do my outline, or at least start it, and go to bed, but I was so tired today that I forgot I was supposed to take the bus home from work and only remembered when the Elf Lord said "Hey, aren't you taking the bus home from work today?" About ten minutes before closing. Which is right when I should be leaving. So I zipped on out of there without my book. And now I have no book and only half an idea of how many scenes I should be outlining for. Which shouldn't necessarily stop me since I can always edit it later. Right. Getting off my dumb ass and doing this. Poke the dragons.