Old Dogs is done. All 91,000+ words. Two people are reviewing my first draft now and I'm anxiously awaiting their verdict. Until then, I'm not touching it, I'm ignoring the story completely until I get those reviews and start rewriting. I need another reader though. (Maria, are you listening? ;-) I've even toyed with drafting a query letter, though that scares me more than someone reading my entire story!
I've re-applied to UF, hoping to hear from them soon. I've paid TWO application fees, not paying it a third time. I'll find an online Englis degree somewhere. The UF website is so friggin' hard to negotiate I'm pretty convinced that finding the correct link to apply is part of the weeding-out process. I think if you can successfully apply to the University of Florida through their website, you should be accepted just because you were able to find the stinkin' form again.
I need to spend a day writing a to do list. There are so many things we need to do around this dump that it's getting out of hand. The car is still dead, the wiring along the one side of the house is still kaput, there is still no stucco on the shed in the backyard (that I didn't want in the first place) and no fresh panit on the house. And, no money to pay for all these projects anyway. Maybe I don't need to write that to do list after all...
In other, completely inane news, I found khaki pant on the Old Navy website for under ten buck a pair. I ordered eight pair. Let's hope they fit so I'll have some pants to wear to work. Of course, I would be nice if Old Navy had plus sizes in their store so a person could try them on before comitting to buying them. Old Navy doesn't think that women should have that option apparently. I wonder, do their men's clothes in the store only go up to certain sizes? Inquiring minds want to know.
Otherwise, today is pretty blah. It's drizzling and miserable out, the things I wanted to get done today/this weekend, like getting glasses for myself and DH didn't happen, or getting the heat in the Scion fixed (Yeah, I broke it, what else is new?)
I must remember the words of Scarlett, though.
Tomorrow is another day.
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blah
The serenade went on for hours, culminating in the neighbors firing off massive quantities of illegal fireworks directly over my house (I can throw rocks from my yard and hit the dwelling of ALL my next-door neighbors). Except for the threat of fire, it was pretty funny.
- Mood:
tired
2009 saw some bad things and good things. Friends have had it far worse than me. I wish for them a wonderful 2010. For myself, I want to keep on climbing. And maybe to stay awake until midnight.
And something to get the sounds of Open Arms being massacred out of my brain.
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complacent
If I manage to stay awake until the ball drops, it's a big deal. DH and I share a kiss, then it's usually off to sleep. I've been out on NYE before... never again.
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amused
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sad
The smell of fresh cut grass in the summer, the smell of clean kitty fur, said cat purring, quiet time spent writing and coming up with a great scene or charatcer, quiet companionship with friends and family, the usual...
::rant ON::
If the prospects for finding a new job with comparable pay weren't so poor, I'd be considering the very thing right now. Fuck benefits and health coverage, who needs retirement if I don't fucking survive to see the end of the year from the physical exertion and stress?
::rant OFF::
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irate
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amused
Still rattling away. Under the banner of research, Molly now has a collection of bartender t-shirts. My favorite slogan so far is “I can do it a number of ways; straight up, on the rocks, or, if you’re flexible, with a twist.”
- Mood:
cheerful
Yeah, I tend to be optimistic at the beginning, No doubt something will come along and piss in my cornflakes. But, until then, onward and upward!
Crossposted to The Pen Whore
Progress meter found at Writertopia
- Mood:
excited
Finish my book and bust ass to get it published, hoping it sells well. I have a lot of debt.
What's that on the horizon?! Yet another month of writing insanity, called National Novel Writing Month! I 'won' last year, by writing 50,000 words in 30 days. That story, my werewolf idea, has gone nowhere since, but that's probably because I've concentrated on the myriad of other stories that harass me at any given moment.
What to write this year? Well, I have a couple of choices. One is expanding on that dream that so captured my attention last month, tying together dreams, alternate universes, the concept of One True Companion for another, and Shakespeare. This might require me to become much more of a Shakespeare scholar in the long run, just for details or, since this is specualtive fiction, I can just make shit up. Probably the latter.
Tentatively titled Downtown Babylon, after a Paul Thorn song, my next choice is another non-supernatural, non-fantasy, non-weirdness story about normal people. Molly (have I picked a last name for her yet? It'll be an Irish name, to take full advantage of the Irish-owning-a-bar thing) owns a bar in a Navy town in Florida (might as well say Jacksonville or vicinity.) It sits across the street from a church. She and the members of the church have a policy of mostly ignoring one another. Her place is more of a family place and she tends to mother-hen her clientele in her own way, tossing them on their ear when they're too loud and obnoxious being part of the policy. Therefore her patrons tend to be pretty well-behaved. She is challenged by a young man who works at the church across the street, as to her lifestyle, which is not at all as decadent and sinful as he would like to believe. Typical for her, she pushes right back. Did I mention the on-again, off again musician boyfriend that comes around once in awhile just to shake things up? Or the homeless man she helps out? Or the dog?
Then there's A Single Self, an idea I've had for ages, about a person who is the result of a single birth, in a world where identical twins is the normal way of things. Probably mostly psychological.
And I could always write on New Tricks, the sequel to Old Dogs that I'm writing right now. There's plenty of material there and the characters won't shut up, but I may give Valerie and Daniel a rest for the time being, just so I can come back to them fresh and with new ideas.
So, what're you planning to write for NaNoWriMo 2009?
C'mon, spill.
*Crossposted to The Pen Whore*
- Location:my office
- Mood:
creative - Music:the voices in my head
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amused
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giggly
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amused






