Thursday, June 30, 2011

It's a stupid feeling, is what I'm trying to say.

You know how when you have something to do, and you don't do it, the guilt over not doing it steadily increases day by day as you inch closer to the deadline, even if you distract yourself with copious amounts of beer and video games? It's like a physical weight. You can't really enjoy anything because a part of you is always like, Wow, you really should be writing right now or, at the very least, editing.

And then another part of you is like, Is there an eHow on self-lobotomies?

And THEN when you are actually doing whatever you're supposed to be doing, that first part of you finally admits, If I knew how much this was going to suck tits, I wouldn't have pressured you into it.

Anyway, I just finished editing the synopsis and first chapter of my B.I.P. Shipping them out tomorrow!

Sunday, June 12, 2011

This may be asking for trouble...

But I've set a deadline for myself. I will be finished by the first day of fall. Which Google informs me is September 23rd. So I added that nifty little countdown timer to the right because countdowns are nifty.

And by "finished," I mean "finished assuming my book will be roughly 80,000 words." So there you are.

I plan on writing at least 300 words-a-day from now until the 24th excluding my birthday (!!!) and the eight days I'll be in Iowa for their Summer Writing Festival. I'm taking their Advanced Novel Workshop, and I am slightly terrified only because I have to write a synopsis of my B.I.P. and I have never written a synopsis before.


I am literally a pussy. Just kidding. I know what that means.


In any case, I'll try to update bookfart more often. Perhaps continue that long-overdue review of Masked? Who the fuck knows?

Marcus. Marcus knows.


Marcus is literally a pussy.