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Tracking election results is almost exactly the opposite of writing.

(Via Ian.) Meme time! What’s the first sentence of your NaNoWriMo novel? Slaughterhouse Jane starts like this: David threw down the rifle and ran.

Here’s me, writing longhand in a leather, unlined notebook (it smells so good), sitting in front of my computer and listening to random music while I’m writing. I have no idea what my wordcount is, but it’s five small pages and three small scenes so far. The theme is folk-influenced music in a minor key.

NaNoWriMo starts tomorrow. My screen name is dknippling – if you care to add me as a buddy, feel free. Send me an e-mail with your name or drop it in comments if I can add you, too. Log lines welcome 🙂 The current title is Slaughterhouse Jane. The book’s a YA fantasy set in

I started writing up Ray’s birthday party after the party, then went WTFAYDDA?* and took a bath instead. Now I can’t get the post date to put it to the top of the list, so click here if you want to read about it, because it’s all further down and I don’t want to tire

I’m cleaning out my inbox — got this at work. The Bacon Tree Two Mexicans are stuck in the desert, wandering aimlessly and close to death. They are close to just lying down and waiting for the inevitable, when all of a sudden……. ‘Hey Jose, do you smell what I smell. Ees bacon I is

Ann loaned me a book, Stuff White People Like, by Christian Lander. There’s a website, too. Now, most of this book does not apply to most white people, but most of it applied to me–either directly or because I know someone who’s like that. As the temperature starts to drop, many white people are forced

Ray’s birthday was on Friday the 17th. We ordered pizza (she picked Italian ham, pepperoni, and pineapple), opened presents, played World of Warcraft together, and played a good bit of a round of Pet Shop Monopoly. The joys of turning seven in a geek-positive house. Sunday the 19th was her birthday party, with kids from

Lee’s brother Dale is in town for two weeks!

I went to the PPW Fall writer’s workshop, “Goal, Motivation, and Conflict and the Writer’s Journey,” presented by Debra Dixon. I took a lot of notes, I mean, a lot of notes. (It’s not that I don’t love you, it’s just that I’m too lazy at the moment.) Little lightbulbs went off all the time.