telaryn: (Sins Icon)
Yes, my love-hate relationship with my four young mages continues apace. I'm hoping against hope that the Surfer meeting on Sunday will give me the jolt I need to at least get through this latest So-Mo rewrite.

Because...we have NaNo plans looming on the horizon! Plans that I'm excited about! Plans that will roll directly into a virgin query package I can send out immediately! One that if the scuttlebutt from Writercon is any indication, has a decent chance of at the very least getting read.

*cuddles Jason and Diane* I've missed you guys SO much!

I also figured out a personal goal for NaNo word-count wise. Last year I wrote 50,000 words in just under seven days. This year, working in a universe I know as well as I know anything in my life, with characters I know *better* than most things in my life, I think it's reasonable to set a goal of 100,000 words in 30 days or less.

As a means of starting to prepare, I restored all my backups of the Chronicles files today. Spent some time at Choi tonight pouring through them, trying to get a feel for this universe that is *so* different from the Land of Logic and Reason.

It's gonna be fun. :)

Today was interesting. Very me-focused (which is unusual these days). I did the usual -- laundry and general cleaning -- but it was all liberally laced with writing, reading and e-mail exchanges. I also watched another episode of MI.5 -- I'm going through Season One right now, courtesy of Netflix. Interesting show. Very British -- it's almost the British "24", though without the realtime conceit (or Kiefer, more's the pity). They also clearly have no respect for Americans, but I guess that's hardly a surprise.

Don't know if I'm going to keep Season 2 immediately following Season 1, though. I suspect I'm going to need a break in the form of something lighter.

We're fighting a weird sort of fly infestation -- I have to go talk to the property manager tomorrow and see about getting the exterminator out here. They're not houseflies. They look almost like fruit flies, and we just haven't been able to get ahead of them.

Speaking of property managers -- apparently the owners have changed management companies. *snerk* Like that's gonna help. They're also ripping out the landscaping and replacing it -- again. Fifth time in the last eight months. They've also got a bunch of maintenance, cleaning and Brand! New! Renovations! coming on line over the next few weeks.

And meanwhile the units empty out, and I see no one new coming in to take their places. Gonna be damn interesting to see where everything's at by the time our lease is up at the end of March. I suspect we'll be sitting a lot prettier than we thought we were going to a few months ago.
telaryn: (Conscience)
I mean really -- what other creative endeavor actually allows you the dismayed thought, "I really wanted another chapter before they did that -- at least I could have gotten them into a *bed*!"

Yes, the curtain has been drawn and Ryanne and Jason have committed the *big* First Downfall violation...on the kitchen floor. *facepalm*

That was totally not how it was supposed to happen. There was supposed to be introspection, self-recrimination and angst! Showers and tears! An actual *bed*!

Dammit -- there was supposed to be soup!

*sigh*

Really what it came down to was that once they started making out, they had to go all the way. I couldn't give Jason a chance to think about it, or he never would have done it.

Time and Surfers will tell if doing it this way makes any sense.

More blathering on writing work...feel free to skip. )

24 tonight! *hugs graphic violence warning until it squeaks*
telaryn: (Girl Power)
Blatant plug:

Writercon Scholarship Fund Auction!

Easily disposable cash being at a premium for me, I offered up my writing services to help Writercon supplement people who ordinarily couldn't afford to go to their gathering in Las Vegas at the end of July.

The ad attached to my link is necessarily obscure due to various and sundry legal considerations, but basically what it boils down to is that I'll write you porn set in any fictional televised or movie setting you like. My preference is femmeslash, but I'll conform to whatever pairing you like.

It's for a good cause! Go! Buy my services! ;)
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Normally I *hate* rainy and overcast weather. Today it almost seems like the rain and wind have served as a pressure release valve. The world feels "cleaner" for some reason.

I'm just gonna go with it, because I wasn't even that aware of the ick until it passed. Don't know why it was icky, don't know why it's better.

Don't care either.
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Everyone who's local to me and reading this needs to check out the new Clearwater Main Library. *WOW*. The previous library had been there as long as I could remember, and this one is so new and fresh and sweet-smelling.

It's truly the jewel they hoped it would be.
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Compared my precis to the manuscript, and damn I suck. There are too many significant details in a narrative manuscript -- the similarities between a precis and a step-outline are pretty much theoretical.

I think I have a better plan of attack though. And I started correcting the citations on the "Book of Logic" quotes and reinserting them.

How could I have the equivalent of a trilogy's worth of completed manuscript draft under my belt and not figured out this particular quirk?

Ever learning process, I guess.
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Funny moment: I worked some on the manuscript while I was in Joliet last week. To keep the Book of Logic citations and the different Downfalls straight, I had written them out in the notebook [livejournal.com profile] beeber2 gave me for Yule.

After I was done, I left the notebook open without even thinking about it.

You get the most wonderfully quizzical looks when the unintiated find a list reading:

1. Fornication
2. Indolence
3. Slovenliness
4. Arrogance
5. Mockery

with no other real indication as to what it's referring to. *g*
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Had dinner at the Hills last night -- partly to be social, partly so Robin could get in some archery practice.

Sue has gone to the same hairdresser as a bunch of the ABC's, with wicked-cool results. She looks about ten years younger, and like she's got twice as much hair.

The trek home was fun -- the Clearwater PD had shut down the "hill" going by Harborview and heading onto the Causeway while all the stuff was going on in the park.

Which meant that we had to travel the loooooonnnngggg way around to get home.

What they *didn't* bother to tell us was that the bridge was going to be closed in both directions for twenty minutes starting at about 9:25pm for a Cinco de Mayo fireworks display.

Almost exactly when we got across the beach coming in the other direction.

*sigh*

There's a reason why rent on Island Estates is more reasonable than you'd think for beach property.

Last night was it.