I am awesome. The first draft of The Magic Thread is finished! That’s the good news…the bad news is that it’s only about 44K. I’m going to throw in my Storyball stories and do some brainstorming for a future novel rather than try to up the wordcount for Thread, because I’m burnt out on it […]
Apologies, all. I won’t be posting much until the beginning of December, as I’m trying to finish my NaNoWriMo novel, and everything else is getting pushed aside. Especial apologies to the Storyball cohorts…I will get caught up, but it may not be until after the first. With heroic effort, I should be able to finish.
I received the following e-mail from NaNoWriMo founder Chris Baty: Dear Author, You remember those overachieving participants I talked about in last week’s email? The ones speeding past us with word counts in the 20,000s, and “kick me” signs fluttering from their backs? Most of them will be cruising into the 50,000-word winners’ circle this
Outcast Genius 100 % Nerd, 56% Geek, 52% Dork For The Record: A Nerd is someone who is passionate about learning/being smart/academia.A Geek is someone who is passionate about some particular area or subject, often an obscure or difficult one.A Dork is someone who has difficulty with common social expectations/interactions. You scored better than half
This is petty. I realize this. I went to Panera Bread yesterday to do some writing (out of work early), and this really annoying guy was working at the bakery counter. Luckily, he didn’t take my order. For example, this older gent walks up to the counter with an older lady, pretty obviously his wife.
By Robert A. Heinlein and Spider Robinson. It’s hard to judge a book like this–a plot written by the late Heinlein (it’s definitely a Heinlein plot…oh, it’s a Heinlein plot), but the story was actually written by Spider Robinson, a man who much admired Heinlein, but who has entirely different sensibilities. He wasn’t instructed to
Ray’s totally into Scooby Doo right now. We watched Scooby Doo: Where’s My Mummy? tonight. There’s a part where Fred is trying to put himself in Scooby and Shaggy’s places in order to figure out where they might be, and mimics their voices. So imagine my amusement when I was watching the credits, and the
You know the part of the novel when you’re done with the beginning and just beginning the middle? I hate it. I hate it, I hate it, I hate it. I have finally passed it, and I only have another six thousand words to do tomorrow before I’m caught up again. For now. (NaNoWriMo.)
Ray and I went to the Veteran’s Day parade this morning… Last night, we went to a Chinese buffet. Lee was working late, and I figured I could get some writing done at the mall while Ray played at the playground, so I offered up mall plus supper at anywhere Ray wanted to go. (I
