Daily Stats
Words: not counting
Caffeine: morning cup + midmorning cappuccino
Evil Calories: Peanut Butter Blossoms, Pumpkin-Chocolate Chip Bars (curse this holiday!)
Reality TV: The Biggest Loser Finale
Ok, fan base. I'm sorry I've been so absent lately. I'm taking a month breather to enjoy (survive) the holidays. I haven't written boo, save the first two hundred words of a short story that I need to finish by tomorrow to make a contest deadline. No problem, though, because tomorrow...I'm getting new cappuccino maker! A real cappuccino maker. Not the poopy stovetop kind or a $15 second-hand hunk of crap off of Craig's List. It's a Starbucks Barista. I know...Starbucks...gag me with a vente nonfat caramel-orange-mint-raspberry mocha, but they make a damn good machine. It claims to steam for 4 minutes straight. We'll see if it meets my velvety foam standards. The machine I have now makes the milk look more like Calgon. Blegh!
Anyway, I may not be back until the new year, so happy, merry Yuletide glee to everyone! Come January, it's back to my new book, that I vow to finish by summer. Ahhhhh....summer. I HATES winter!!!! Filthy snow!!!!!!!
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
Saturday, December 1, 2007
Insert Long Sigh of Relief Here
Daily Stats
Words: several handfuls
Caffeine: morning cup + midmorning cappuccino + afternoon cappuccino (my stovetop espresso maker is dying a slow death. Let us pray...)
Evil Calories: Snickerdoodles
Reality TV: Project Runway reruns on Bravo
Ah, the absence of word count pressure. I loved doing Nanowrimo, but I'm basking in the aftermath of not having to worry about meeting that 1600 word per day quota. I can also focus back on submitting to writing contests. I've sent two short stories to the Writers Digest Short Story Competition (one of which is actually an excerpt from my Nano novel), and I have a deadline on the 20th for a Writers Journal contest. Can I say that I really, REALLY hate paying money to submit work to contests. I know both magazines are well respected, and I'm sure they do all they can to actually read everything that comes in (or, they read a random few and use the rest as kindling). It's a bit like gambling I guess, but I'd much rather spend $12 at the Blazing 7's machine (not that I ever win at that either, but...you know....the flashing lights and sound effects are fun).
Words: several handfuls
Caffeine: morning cup + midmorning cappuccino + afternoon cappuccino (my stovetop espresso maker is dying a slow death. Let us pray...)
Evil Calories: Snickerdoodles
Reality TV: Project Runway reruns on Bravo
Ah, the absence of word count pressure. I loved doing Nanowrimo, but I'm basking in the aftermath of not having to worry about meeting that 1600 word per day quota. I can also focus back on submitting to writing contests. I've sent two short stories to the Writers Digest Short Story Competition (one of which is actually an excerpt from my Nano novel), and I have a deadline on the 20th for a Writers Journal contest. Can I say that I really, REALLY hate paying money to submit work to contests. I know both magazines are well respected, and I'm sure they do all they can to actually read everything that comes in (or, they read a random few and use the rest as kindling). It's a bit like gambling I guess, but I'd much rather spend $12 at the Blazing 7's machine (not that I ever win at that either, but...you know....the flashing lights and sound effects are fun).
Friday, November 30, 2007
I FREAKIN' DID IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
50,695 words!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Am now going to watch TV, take a shower, go shopping, call friends who most likely think I'm dead, win back fan base (kitty is pissed) and sleep!!!!!!
Am now going to watch TV, take a shower, go shopping, call friends who most likely think I'm dead, win back fan base (kitty is pissed) and sleep!!!!!!
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
Mother of Crap!
Daily Stats
Words: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!
Nanowrimo Novel Word Count: 42,153
Caffeine: morning cup + midmorning cappuccino + afternoon cappuccino (my stovetop espresso maker is dying a slow death. Let us pray...)
Evil Calories: Snickerdoodles
Reality TV: suspended due to Nanowrimo (DVR-ing reruns of Life of the Dlist)
Can't talk!! Have 8000 words to go to finish Nanowrimo!! Story is disjointed pile of doo, but will fix later over copious amounts of egg nog and peppermint bark. Wrists ache and fingers stiff. Hair looks like several different kinds of bad. May Posh Spice forgive me. Have no time for hairdryer or favorite Bumble & Bumble styling wax. Must just write! Write, write, write!
Words: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!
Nanowrimo Novel Word Count: 42,153
Caffeine: morning cup + midmorning cappuccino + afternoon cappuccino (my stovetop espresso maker is dying a slow death. Let us pray...)
Evil Calories: Snickerdoodles
Reality TV: suspended due to Nanowrimo (DVR-ing reruns of Life of the Dlist)
Can't talk!! Have 8000 words to go to finish Nanowrimo!! Story is disjointed pile of doo, but will fix later over copious amounts of egg nog and peppermint bark. Wrists ache and fingers stiff. Hair looks like several different kinds of bad. May Posh Spice forgive me. Have no time for hairdryer or favorite Bumble & Bumble styling wax. Must just write! Write, write, write!
Thursday, November 22, 2007
Run, Poor Little Turkeys! Run! Run!
Daily Stats
Words: Three - Give Me Pie!
Nanowrimo Novel Word Count: 25,287
Caffeine: morning cup + midmorning cappuccino
Evil Calories: 900 pounds of sausage stuffing and pie. Pie, pie, pie!
Reality TV: suspended due to Nanowrimo (another lie, watched Project Runway)
So, it's already Thanksgiving, and I still have 25,000 more words to go on my Nano novel. 25,000 words in 8 days. 3,125 words a day to arrive at 50K by Nov. 30th. There's no farging way. Plus, I just went and got my hair done, and I now look like Victoria Beckham. A little alarming, really. So, I have to spend most of the day checking to make sure I'm not singing bad pop songs. That takes a lot of work. But, I will give it my all. Can't let my fan base down (receiving stern look from kitty as I type).
Gobble, Gobble!
Words: Three - Give Me Pie!
Nanowrimo Novel Word Count: 25,287
Caffeine: morning cup + midmorning cappuccino
Evil Calories: 900 pounds of sausage stuffing and pie. Pie, pie, pie!
Reality TV: suspended due to Nanowrimo (another lie, watched Project Runway)
So, it's already Thanksgiving, and I still have 25,000 more words to go on my Nano novel. 25,000 words in 8 days. 3,125 words a day to arrive at 50K by Nov. 30th. There's no farging way. Plus, I just went and got my hair done, and I now look like Victoria Beckham. A little alarming, really. So, I have to spend most of the day checking to make sure I'm not singing bad pop songs. That takes a lot of work. But, I will give it my all. Can't let my fan base down (receiving stern look from kitty as I type).
Gobble, Gobble!
Thursday, November 15, 2007
Half-Way Day
Daily Stats
Words: 10,000 (yeah right...I also plan on winning the lotto and suddenly losing all my cellulite)
Nanowrimo Novel Word Count: 18,627
Caffeine: morning cup + midmorning cappuccino
Evil Calories: Amping up for those chocolate croissants
Reality TV: suspended due to Nanowrimo (big lie, watched Project Runway)
So it's Half-Way Day for all us Nanowrimos. As you can see from my word count, I'm about 6500 words behind, so it will be a day full of words sprints. In other words, it will be a day full of incoherent babble, but hopefully some of it will make sense come December.
On another note, let's talk about Project Runway for a moment. Why, why, why did they keep that goddess loving, tree hugging, patchouli wearing nut job? Now, I agree, that other girl's construction skills were lacking, but to send her home over Moonbeam McHippiePants? Did you SEE the back of her dress? As Tim Gunn would say, it looked like it came right out of the vomitorium. And she didn't even finish the dry-heave inducing thing! It was all shabby at the sleeves. And then she took a nap, most likely to work through the hallucinations from all the acid she dropped before coming on the show. And what was with her lame-ass excuse on the runway? "I should have listened to my instincts and cut it off". Yeah, are these the same instincts that are telling you to put the dress ON and sew it, you fruitcake? Did you see the look on Heidi's face? I'm fairly certain she thought she was nuttier than squirrel poo.
Ok, must go write. Write, write, write. Tah-dee-da!
Words: 10,000 (yeah right...I also plan on winning the lotto and suddenly losing all my cellulite)
Nanowrimo Novel Word Count: 18,627
Caffeine: morning cup + midmorning cappuccino
Evil Calories: Amping up for those chocolate croissants
Reality TV: suspended due to Nanowrimo (big lie, watched Project Runway)
So it's Half-Way Day for all us Nanowrimos. As you can see from my word count, I'm about 6500 words behind, so it will be a day full of words sprints. In other words, it will be a day full of incoherent babble, but hopefully some of it will make sense come December.
On another note, let's talk about Project Runway for a moment. Why, why, why did they keep that goddess loving, tree hugging, patchouli wearing nut job? Now, I agree, that other girl's construction skills were lacking, but to send her home over Moonbeam McHippiePants? Did you SEE the back of her dress? As Tim Gunn would say, it looked like it came right out of the vomitorium. And she didn't even finish the dry-heave inducing thing! It was all shabby at the sleeves. And then she took a nap, most likely to work through the hallucinations from all the acid she dropped before coming on the show. And what was with her lame-ass excuse on the runway? "I should have listened to my instincts and cut it off". Yeah, are these the same instincts that are telling you to put the dress ON and sew it, you fruitcake? Did you see the look on Heidi's face? I'm fairly certain she thought she was nuttier than squirrel poo.
Ok, must go write. Write, write, write. Tah-dee-da!
Saturday, November 10, 2007
Go Away, Me!
Daily Stats
Words: curses, I'm so behind!
Nanowrimo Novel Word Count: 15,570
Caffeine: morning cup + midmorning cappuccino (side bar - I asked the girl at Starbucks if they were getting peppermint brownies again for the holidays, and she looked at me as I'd just asked her where the mother ship was landing. What's so odd about inquiring about peppermint brownies? Did I miss something?)
Evil Calories: Pancakes for breakfast! Mmmmmm...carbs.....
Reality TV: suspended due to Nanowrimo
I'm so behind on my Nano novel. As much as I tried to resist, I gave in to that evil force lurking at the end of each chapter. My internal editor. I tried to repel her. I tried to distract her with cheese and pictures of Jason Isaacs, but it didn't work, and I found her taking over and dragging me all the way back to chapter 5 to right (or re-write) all my wrongs.
It's not that I don't agree with her. Most of the drivel that's spilling out of me is sloppy, scattered and, in some cases, completely bizarre. In chapter five, my MC spent a great deal of time pontificating about pickles. Yes. Pickles. Sad. But, I don't have time to do self-examination of mental state right now! Must just write.
So, please, pesky internal editor, leave me alone. Don't you have something better to do, like keep me from asking the baristas at Starbucks stupid questions about peppermint brownies? I give you full permission to go on vacation. Spend the month in Boca with Aunt Bernice and Uncle Stan. Have a mojito. Wear a moo-moo! Seriously! I'll call you when I need you!
Words: curses, I'm so behind!
Nanowrimo Novel Word Count: 15,570
Caffeine: morning cup + midmorning cappuccino (side bar - I asked the girl at Starbucks if they were getting peppermint brownies again for the holidays, and she looked at me as I'd just asked her where the mother ship was landing. What's so odd about inquiring about peppermint brownies? Did I miss something?)
Evil Calories: Pancakes for breakfast! Mmmmmm...carbs.....
Reality TV: suspended due to Nanowrimo
I'm so behind on my Nano novel. As much as I tried to resist, I gave in to that evil force lurking at the end of each chapter. My internal editor. I tried to repel her. I tried to distract her with cheese and pictures of Jason Isaacs, but it didn't work, and I found her taking over and dragging me all the way back to chapter 5 to right (or re-write) all my wrongs.
It's not that I don't agree with her. Most of the drivel that's spilling out of me is sloppy, scattered and, in some cases, completely bizarre. In chapter five, my MC spent a great deal of time pontificating about pickles. Yes. Pickles. Sad. But, I don't have time to do self-examination of mental state right now! Must just write.
So, please, pesky internal editor, leave me alone. Don't you have something better to do, like keep me from asking the baristas at Starbucks stupid questions about peppermint brownies? I give you full permission to go on vacation. Spend the month in Boca with Aunt Bernice and Uncle Stan. Have a mojito. Wear a moo-moo! Seriously! I'll call you when I need you!
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