Happy Thanksgiving!
Nov. 24th, 2005 04:56 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ann_leckieThe God of Au
Slowly. But it's coming.
Hey, check this out--
Pandora
You enter a song or artist you like, and it sets up a streaming radio station of music that its database thinks is similar. It's free, too. I've found it pretty cool so far. (Thanks to Amy for the tip.)
Paidhi Boy is sick and has been lying pitifully on the couch all day watching cartoons. He even refused to eat bacon and eggs, which is a sign of just how serious he is about not feeling good. Daddy made a special trip to the drugstore to get him orange juice so he wouldn't get dehydrated, and I amused him briefly by using the label-maker to make a sticker that said "Sick Boy." After he read it for me, I stuck it to his forehead.
I'm down in the basement right now, in my office (!). It's cold. But not too cold. I've been grinding out story since about 11:00 am. Pretty soon I'll have to go to thanksgiving dinner, which might be okay and might not. It's at Mr. Cameron's sister's house, and her husband takes pride in never reading anything but the Bible. Their daughter is married to a man who believes First Amendment rights don't apply to people who don't support the invasion of Iraq. The rest of the family is okay, but every now and then things get dicey at family functions.
I really, really want to finish this story, even a crappy first draft. I think I'm going to request some more time tomorrow, but I can't take as much as I did today, because Mr. Cameron has things he needs to do, too. Right now it feels like it's the worst thing I've ever written, totally stupid, and not worth all the time I've spent on it. There's a huge POV/psychic distance problem right about smack in the middle of things, and I've been trying to fix it but it doesn't want to be fixed. What the hell?! I've also started without knowing the last line, and I'm feeling at sea. I usually can't start until I know the last line. But this time, while I know how it's going to end, I don't feel like I understand the structure, and it's all feeling shapeless and aimless right now, which I hate. Gah!
It's not going to run 20K, though. I put 20 on the wordmeter because that's the top end of Blood and Devotion's requirements, but at this point I've got a feeling it's going to be more around 15K. And it's not going to be remotely suitable for Blood and Devotion, either. It seemed like it would be when I started, but it's turning out all different. Damn it!
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Slowly. But it's coming.
Hey, check this out--
Pandora
You enter a song or artist you like, and it sets up a streaming radio station of music that its database thinks is similar. It's free, too. I've found it pretty cool so far. (Thanks to Amy for the tip.)
Paidhi Boy is sick and has been lying pitifully on the couch all day watching cartoons. He even refused to eat bacon and eggs, which is a sign of just how serious he is about not feeling good. Daddy made a special trip to the drugstore to get him orange juice so he wouldn't get dehydrated, and I amused him briefly by using the label-maker to make a sticker that said "Sick Boy." After he read it for me, I stuck it to his forehead.
I'm down in the basement right now, in my office (!). It's cold. But not too cold. I've been grinding out story since about 11:00 am. Pretty soon I'll have to go to thanksgiving dinner, which might be okay and might not. It's at Mr. Cameron's sister's house, and her husband takes pride in never reading anything but the Bible. Their daughter is married to a man who believes First Amendment rights don't apply to people who don't support the invasion of Iraq. The rest of the family is okay, but every now and then things get dicey at family functions.
I really, really want to finish this story, even a crappy first draft. I think I'm going to request some more time tomorrow, but I can't take as much as I did today, because Mr. Cameron has things he needs to do, too. Right now it feels like it's the worst thing I've ever written, totally stupid, and not worth all the time I've spent on it. There's a huge POV/psychic distance problem right about smack in the middle of things, and I've been trying to fix it but it doesn't want to be fixed. What the hell?! I've also started without knowing the last line, and I'm feeling at sea. I usually can't start until I know the last line. But this time, while I know how it's going to end, I don't feel like I understand the structure, and it's all feeling shapeless and aimless right now, which I hate. Gah!
It's not going to run 20K, though. I put 20 on the wordmeter because that's the top end of Blood and Devotion's requirements, but at this point I've got a feeling it's going to be more around 15K. And it's not going to be remotely suitable for Blood and Devotion, either. It seemed like it would be when I started, but it's turning out all different. Damn it!
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Date: 2005-11-24 11:11 pm (UTC)Good luck getting your story finished!
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Date: 2005-11-26 03:37 pm (UTC)I did have a pretty good thanksgiving. Nobody talked religion or politics, the food was good, and the kids were pretty well-behaved, even though the five year old is sick.
The story--gah! I know from experience that it'll get finished, and it might even be fairly readable, but I'm in that middle-of-writing funk where everything I write is pure, unadulterated crap. *sigh*
Anyway, thanks, the encouragement helps. :)
Happy Shellfish
Date: 2005-12-02 06:54 pm (UTC)http://www.geocities.com/asichoji2/happy-shelfish.jpg
Re: Happy Shellfish
Date: 2005-12-02 07:10 pm (UTC)I mean I favor your rendering greatly, nadi-ji.
Wow, that's fantastic. :)