so it seems everyone has food issues. and i am not the biggest freak in the group. or, at least, the only freak. although, what wicked does to a rib eye should be declared illegal. wicked, stick to sirloin and give all your rib eye steaks to me. i’m sorry [not very] to say that i have not had a chance to work on my cooking issues, as i can never remember to defrost any of the meat that is in the freezer. there are just SO MANY STEPS to cooking. i don’t like it.
nano word count is at 8,368. way behind goal. lucy has been laid off in a blaze of glory. she made a brief visit to her friend ashna’s hippie store, so that we could introduce that character. then she went home and fell asleep in pajama pants, on her couch, not long after that, she lost her home and car in a blaze of glory. fire fire fire, smoke smoke smoke… after that, she wakes up at mo’s, her grandmothers. talk talk exposition exposition discussion discussion pancakes pancakes. mo’s friend bertie has just stopped by, so we meet bertie. who is a coot. or hoot. i’m not sure which. and that’s where we are. lucy’s about to take a bath and sink back into depression. fun!
i need to pick up the pace. but i do have that whole last week of november off, to write. according to the weekly pep talk, the 2nd week of wrimo is called the Week of Fatigue. that’s when everyone gets tired, and wonders why they are doing this. they’ve progressed far enough along to see that their plots are not going anywhere they planned, and they are afraid that it’s all going to fall apart. but, if you get through the Week of Fatigue, you should be ace’s by week three. everything’s good in week three.
that’s my mantra for the week. “everything’s good in week three. everything’s good in week three.”
it replaced the other mantra i had going (“monkey monkey ooh ooh ah! monkey monkey ooh ooh ah!”).
don’t rely too heavily on that last week off because by then my count will seriously be kicking your word count’s butt! and doing an appropriate sworn enemy ‘nah nah nah nah nah’ dance. 🙂
MY mantra is “nothing in this world counts until dec. 1st.” i learned that from the “i hate myself and i want to die” thread on the nanowrimo forum. i think she was talking about the world created in her story. but i’ve decided to apply it to everything.
nothing in this world counts until dec. 1st.
I am SO proud of you both!!! Not about the sworn enemy thingy, eek, about your writing! I gave up when my class at school got tough, way too many muscles in the human body to learn and draw (talk about eek!). I can’t wait to read your novels!!!!
Hey. For the record, I’m a filet mignon girl. So yeah, Blue, I’m dirty. Wrong, wrong, dirty and wrong. But not cheap. =oP
And personally, I’m waiting to see the duel to the death. Ninja masks required. Space helmets optional.
One of you gets a pen, the other a sword. Or a kitana. Whatever. We’re finally going to settle this age old adage…
oooo… i want the sword! yeah!!
fine. you get the sword and i get the pen. but its not just any pen. no, its a Super Shooter Pen full of poisonous ink that squirts a heavy stream of death up to a mile long. so i’ll squirt you before you ever get near me with your dinky sword!
and sandy, i don’t know if any is ever going to read what i’m writing. maybe. but only after i give it a massive facelift befitting a beverly hills matron. 🙂
Think of the mooohlah we can make selling tickets to this duel!!!!