Yes, today I have been joyfully fiddling with the NaNo Report Card that I got from the site. A few of them actually. And combining them for my own purposes, etc. So I feel a little nerdy but also really really excited. I might try for a novel in three days, which I read a thread for on the forums.
Anyway...I'm excited.
This is mostly for my own purposes, btw.
What I need for NaNo 08:
- More coffee
- Cheap post-Halloween candy
- Ramen Noodles that you can just add water
- More poptarts
- Other foods that are really easy to just grab and eat
- A cleaner desk
- Finish writing down my plot ideas on index cards
- Start plotting 'Shutter Bird'
- Finish plotting 'Shutter Bird'
- Figure out if I have anything big coming up in November that I need to do before now (like that awful thing I have to write for UBMS)
- Make sure everybody I've recruited is ready (or else!)
That's all I can think of right now.
- Mood:
contemplative
Taylor Kitsch talks about being Gambit, and Neil Gaiman Weighs Possible '1602', 'Dr Strange' Movies.
In other news, my epic Buffy marathon continues to be awesome, Dru/Spike kills me dead, and... I made a 98 on my big Philosophy test! Score! I haven't made lower than 90 on anything yet so far! Double score! ...I just jinxed myself!
Also, I changed my layout (The Scarlet Pimpernel FTW), but... I will probably change it again this weekend, because I'm sad like that.
- Mood:
geeky - Music:stupid thing: nickel.
In other news, we heard today that the formal mortgage offer documents will be ready next Monday or Tuesday for us to sign, after which they will be sent to the notaris. With any luck, this means we will still be able to make 31 Oct for our settlement date, hurrah! Arni's Dad is being all Action Man again, and thinks that with a bit of planning and a lot of scurrying we should be able to move in that same weekend. I think it's possible too but I reckon we'll be working our butts off to do it, especially considering the new house is a bit further away than for our last move. Ah well, we can give it a bash. I'm starting to let myself get seriously excited about it now - I hate moving house, but this time I can't wait to get started! It's so, so strange to think that this wasn't even a glimmer of an idea two months ago. Things have moved really fast (even though sometimes they felt as if they weren't moving at all).
In other, other news, Green Wife seems to be resurfacing after all this time. I keep getting flashes of ideas and bits of dialogue popping into my mind while I'm doing the dishes or other mundane stuff, so I've started keeping my notebook handy again to write stuff down in the hope that one of these days we'll be able to squash some writing time into our already hectic days. I hope so, because we both really miss writing and we're noticeably happier when we're doing it. I'm sure we can find some time in the evenings after Mr Shouty-Trousers has retired to bed.
Righty-ho, back to work. Oh yeah, and everything house-related has just turned upside down again, but I haven't any more time to write about it at the moment. Later, perhaps.
Les Misbarack!
- Mood:
stressed - Music:i dreamed a dream: ruthie henshall.
Still nothing more from the bank re: the house. Am getting decidedly twitchy about that too. Gah.
- Mood:
anxious
This annoys me. At one time, your lover was someone you were serious with. Now it's the girl who's bed you happened to fall into. If I see it on the back of a book, I immediately sheer away because it's practically guaranteed to be either a) Drama with a D, b) Soul-sworn sixteen year olds, or c) Both, possibly with a little death. Mind you, I love a good sweeping love story. The Lions of Al-Rassan, or Twilight (which is good, but I think it's a love it or hate it kind of thing) are magnificent (though quite unlike each other). But some idiots who declare their love forever? Please.
I liked it when the word was romantic, not deliciously dirty.
- Mood:
happy
My laptop works just fine. And I love it because it lets me use the net, write, watch movies, and read. That's why I have one. I don't care about how it works (even though I know) as long as it works. I don't code unless I need a program.
I'm still a geek, and I've still got most of the mindset we have, but computers don't matter to me anymore.
Weird.
I've been thinking about writing this post for a while now, but as my political ideas are so strongly democratic--and thus, completely in line with everyone else's--I have not gotten the courage to write about politics. I don't want a chorus of "yeah!" and "I COMPLETELY agree." However, I want to avoid being controversial simply for controversy.
In other news: It is 56 degrees and cloudy outside, but Friday’s forecast is 70 degrees and sunny. Another wtf for Oberlin, OH.
And: I hate cold showers.
I think it will be a long trip because I will be requiring frequent stops. Ugh. Try to think positive.
Here's my new mascot for NaNo. Sadly, my camera is of course broken, so I couldn't tell what I was taking a picture of and I forgot to take a pic of him turned sideways so you can't see quite how adorable he really is but oh well.
Yes my desk is digusting, I realize this. Yes, I was talking to Ashley and Amber when I took the picture.
That crown says 'Will King' on it bc that is the elephant's name. I don't feel like explaining the story behind it AGAIN.
I have absolutely just started a story. Actually I started it last night when I was watching 'A River Runs Through It'. Wonderful movie, if you haven't seen it. I hate fishing and it's still one of my favorite films ever!
Anyway, I was watching it last night and I watched the part about Jessie's icky brother Neil getting on the train and a thought popped into my mind. How cool was that, that somebody could just stand at the caboose of the train and watch everything behind them. Which instantly conjured up and image of a faceless person standing there with their hands on the rail thinking life over.
And so there was born a new character into my mind. At first, I had the image of a rough looking girl standing there with slitted eyes and a cigarette furling smoke into the wind. But I think that that is a little cliched for me, so I am stepping off the boat into a world of new. I'm writing this from a young man's perspective. And I hold him dear already. Mind you, he'll probably be giving me hell.
It's so far set sometime in the 1920s. The first date that popped to mind was 1929 but eh...who knows.
Ah, Bree, you're once again getting back into the shitorical fiction scene. Hi everybody, I'm admitting myself once more.
When I first started writing, I got really excited because it felt like a short story. And I can never write short stories though I read a lot of them and I absolutely love them! But I've never been able to do it. I doubt this will stay short for long either. Knowing me, it'll end up being just another 300k project that will never be finished. Yuck.
He doesn't have a name yet, but he has a story. And I fully plan on telling it.
I was considering doing this as the other half of my NaNo this year but...I don't think so. It might get a little confusing for me, working with a different perspective. I think a switch from Jo to the comical chick for Shutter Bird/The Way Grasshoppers Do It will be confusing enough. With bringing an entire new sex to the board.
I have a few things for you too. This is the very beginning of the new story. It feels really good to be writing again, too.
Here we go again:
- Location:Psych ward for historical fiction novelists who won't stop
- Music:Chicago | Graham Nash
