Sunday, November 29, 2009

I hate flying.

Tomorrow, me, my mom, and my dad are off to California and Hawaii. Sure, it sounds awesome, but it's a family thing; I will be surrounded by lots of Chinese folk who will insist on fattening me up. All the while inquiring about my relationship status. For two and a half weeks. My sister gets out of it because of her COLLEGE thing. Le sigh.

I dunno how much writing Imma gonna be able to get done during this furlough. I'm not taking my laptop with me because it is a BEAST OF HEAT AND DOOM.

Pretty sure I wouldn't be able to get it past security.

My dad said he'd let me borrow his netbook but still, we're not even getting a hotel room. Just stayin' with some tiny Chinese relations. In their tiny apartment. So we'll see how that works out writing-wise, but especially bathroom-wise.

Anyway. I probably won't have a stable internet connection either. So it'll be like the good ole days: Floppy disks and 8-track tapes.

P.S. I'm using Chrome now, instead of Safari, and I like it. I'm don't know if I'm ready to marry Chrome just yet, but it's streamlined, quick for the most part, and definitely big dicked.

Thursday, November 26, 2009

A virus.

My computer has been resurrected, but it basically got shot in the face a couple days ago. If you were wondering why the word count wasn't going up, that's why. I'm still missing a whole bunch of programs, but all my documents are okay. Even my porn.

We had to reinstall Windows. So I'm running with the basics here. I don't even have Word yet.

In other news... Happy Thanksgiving!

Sunday, November 22, 2009

Word count.

You'll notice I added a little word county thing. It's to the right, if you can't find it or are stupid.

The weekly word count will cover Sunday to Saturday. Then I'll reset it when Sunday rolls around again.

You'll also notice I wrote a groundbreakingly large amount of words today. I'm right on track!

Friday, November 20, 2009


This novel-in-progress is now the longest thing I have ever written.

Which, admittedly, isn't very long. But still. IT'S LONGER THAN MY THESIS, BITCHES.

Tuesday, November 17, 2009


Why did I give Marcus a southern accent? WHY DO I HATE MYSELF.

Any reference links and/or pointers and/or blowjobs would be appreciated. I've been scouring YouTube, and I'm thinking of picking up some William Faulkner. I CAN HAS HALP?

P.S. I may need to pick up some Lovecraft, too.

Saturday, November 14, 2009


Not a good writing day today. Can't focus.

Monday, November 9, 2009

The wall. (Not the Pink Floyd kind.)

It's hard when you hit that wall. I don't mean writer's block.

Let's say you've slaved over the first couple chapters of your novel. Mentally, at least. You know exactly what happens, exactly when it happens, and in what sequence. You write it down and it's fantastico. But then that fourth chapter looms, and you're not quite sure where your story is going.

You have scenes in mind, of course. Character P and Character V discussing birth control on a gondola at midnight. Character P's desperate race to discover who his father really is. (Hint: It's this dude.)

But what's the connective tissue? It's like thumbtacks on a corkboard. You need some red string to loop around each tack and link 'em all together. Or green, blue, purple string, whatever floats your boat. It's just a metaphor.

This is the time to step back. Review your characters. Analyze what should logically come next in the story. Fuck structure. Think about it from your characters' POV. What would you do in their place(s)? What comes next, organically? You could also do a little research. Are your characters breaking into a sperm bank? Look up some sperm banks. Are they drilling a tunnel to the center of the Earth to set off a series of nuclear explosions to restart the core's rotation? Well, if they're doing that, it sounds like you've got a summer blockbuster on your hands. I don't know what you're doing here. Go forth and rake in the five star reviews.

If you write something you are unhappy with, stop. Reassess. Is this really where you want Character A to be? Is this where Character A needs to be? Deep in space, on her space knees... praying to space Jesus? If you're writing Hannah Montana fanfiction, something has gone horribly wrong. Or horribly right, depending how you look at it.

Saturday, November 7, 2009


I'm taking today off. It's nice being your own boss. Plus, a new DVD came in the mail. Ah, Sam and Dean, how I have missed you and your shenanigans.

Friday, November 6, 2009


In 1,644 words, this novel-in-progress will officially be the longest thing I have ever written.

Thursday, November 5, 2009


Danny is the other narrator. He's of Indian descent and a runaway. He's very decisively middle-class, and if you asked him why he ran away, he'd have no answer for you. Only this: If he hadn't become a Cap when he did, he'd probably have offed himself.

I made a Sim of him once.

Oh. Sorry. What is it with me and links? Here.

Anyway. He's involved with Marcus. While Marcus has his future-lookings and an eye of the tiger, Danny can walk through walls and blend into his surroundings like an octopus, but not both at the same time. Letting him do that seemed like a Game Breaker. How are you supposed to take someone like that down? He could just walk into your house and watch you shower. And crap. Watch you shower and crap ALL DAY. Whatchoo gonna do about it, punk?

Besides, Marcus is enough of a Game Breaker. I don't want to overpower everyone. So I let Danny exercise his right to bear arms.

Because very few Caps have any sort of regenerative abilities, guns still carry the same weight they would in our world. If Kallie gets shot in the head, she's not gonna pull a Wolverine.

Danny knows this better than anyone. He tends to be very liberal with his oxycodone. And he loves his Papal Ale.

All in all, Danny would say he's happier now than before. Yeah, Danny and Marcus are part of a drug cartel. But everyone's got to make a living. Yeah, his boyfriend recites poetry, and lives as much in the future as in the past. But everyone's got their quirks. Then Marcus decides to search for the source of their powers. And Danny finds that change is more difficult than he ever expected.

How ominous.