Warhead On Legs

Swear to God, I'm going to make a FAQ of me, or something. Either that or I'm just going to stop talking on the nanowrimo community. Because everything I say is going to come out as either, "oh, 1667 words, that's not that much" or "so, yeah, I'm doing six novels this year... "and you can imagine how well that goes over. I'm honestly surprised no one has called shenanigans yet. It would probably include some basic questions that I wind up going over every single time; how do I do it, why do I do it, that kind of thing. Maybe just a couple of paragraphs on how I try to write a few thousand words every day for the bulk of the year, and once you start doing that the rest is easier. Something. I don't know.

So, I was watching The Princess Bride the other day, and I had a mini-revelation about my childhood. David Bowie in Labyrinth was the dark, intriguing movie-boyfriend who is so very bad for you and yet you still can't resist. Wesley is the sweet movie-boyfriend you bring home to your mother. Jack is the slightly spacey, possibly on drugs, yet absolutely adorable movie-boyfriend you probably shouldn't have gotten involved with but you did anyway, one summer. Amalthea is the movie-girlfriend you experimented with. I could go on, but you probably get the picture. My movie-dating history echoes my actual dating history. You know how frightening that is?

I'm tired. I don't wanna write, I want to sleep. On the plus side, I have mastered the art of clicking the microphone off before I cough or sneeze or sniffle so that it doesn't interpret my having convulsions as my saying "is" repeatedly. That just looks really weird and screws up my word count. Apparently, though, burps still don't register. Good to know.

A toddler is found wandering in the middle of a highway, and where it came from paints an even grimmer picture than the baby's brush with death.
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Teyla and Michael reach a mutual understanding, behind the masks they both must wear.


Five words: Space. Elf. Fairy. Mecha. Porn.


Have you ever gotten the feeling that you're writing your life inside out? The fantasy you create is sometimes so much more real than the life you lead.

12020 / 50000 words. 24% done!
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Come away o human child / To the waters and the wild / With a fairy hand in hand / for the world's more full of weeping / than we can understand
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A barely-literate mercenary stumbles over a book that could return magic to the world, and put an end to a war that threatens to consume countries.
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All right, evidently Dragon interprets sniffles, giggles, and sighs, but not burps. Good to know.

So, this is Nanowrimo 2007! It's 6:15 p.m. on the first day and I haven't written a god damn thing. I'm off to an excellent start.

No, seriously. I think I can do this. It's not like I haven't done it before. However, because I'm lazy and because at least one of these novels is fan fiction, everything I write is going to my journal. And because four out of six novels are not fan fiction, everything in those four novels is going to be friends locked. I don't think this would be a problem, except for the fact that I think I have some readers on my journal who aren't on my friends list. I'm very bad about friending people back. Most of my entries are public anyway, so it doesn't really matter, so I forget who I haven't friended yet. So, if you're on my friends list and you want to read the nano novels, well, you're set. That wasn't what I meant to say.

If you're not on my friends list, but you have me friended and you'd still like to read the nano novels, speak up! If you don't have me friended, and you read this journal and you still like to read the nano novels, speak up! Just tag this post and say I want to read the nano novels and I'll add you on there. Hopefully in the next couple of days I'll have all my nano entries tag, and I'll put an entry up with banners and everything linking each novel to its appropriate tag. And then I'll link that on the links list to the left. Eventually, after Nanowrimo is over, I'll figure out which novels I want to try to publish and which I don't really care about, and put the ones I don't really care about publishing online on my web site. The fan fiction one will automatically go on the web site, because the odds of me actually publishing that one are somewhere out there with the odds of me sprouting wings and flying to Ireland. And then, fair warning, I may actually de-friend the people whose journals I probably won't read. This is not an expression of dislike, it's just because I may or may not know you by that time, and I may or may not be reading your journal. As I said, most of my entries are public anyway, so if you're not on my friends list you're really not missing much.

I think that's it for the disclaimers, provisos, and warnings. Those of you who've been around for a couple years know that nanowrimo is my crazy month, and I'll probably wind up freaking out about trying to six novels at once. Those of you who have never paid attention to me during nanowrimo, yes, I really do try to write six novels at once. Those of you who still aren't paying attention, carry on!

And now if you'll excuse me, me and Dragon has some srs bizness to do.