Um-
apparently one of my roommates has been using my tiny little battery operated frother to whip full bowls of cream.

O_o

100,000 words! And a nearly finished book- seriously, like another 5000 words or something. (I just have to kill the major baddie, that's all)

new music to celebrate. um, and some Chambord. and spiked hot cocoa. Wait...I'm supposed to sleep now? I'm wired!

After losing a full day (for good reason, granted)- I am caught back up! Addams Family episode to celebrate!

Lessons learned today:
the Lord of the Rings soundtrack is *very* conducive to writing, but only if I don't get all the way though the last CD because that last Annie Lennox song makes me cry (still!) and crying is *not* conducive to writing.

50k!!!

okay, now I just have to do it again. Or, you know, at least finish the story.

The freaky part is that some people are already at multiple hundreds of thousands of words...I have to assume the either don't have jobs or don't sleep because I don't think even if wrote *constantly* in my down time I could do that much that fast.

Apparently I am writing a lesbian (and gay) romance novel with fantasy aspects.

I thought I was writing a fantasy thriller novel. Who knew?

Another 1000+ words to do before bed. If done by midnight I get to watch some tv. Wish me luck!

when things like This happen I really like what they had Castle say in a recent episodes about writing to understand.

I'm not saying I always do it, though I wish I did.

But it helps. Some.

Today I:
Went grocery shopping
did laundry
re-potted my African violet
pseudo-cleaned the bathroom (toilet+ new shower curtains)
got my word count up to 10,000 (which was really only another 1500 words today)
showered
made dinner
decided that as a reward for getting to 10,000 early I should try for 100,000 words this year. So I've another 3,000+ words to right tonight. And I? Am on livejournal.

of course.

Ten thousand words!!!

Word count: 8395

Body Count: 1 priest (plot device), 1 bat (hopefully subtle plot clue), 2 chickens (real tragedy)

The chemistry between the guys in White Collar is god damn amazing. (and hot. Yes, totally hot. Neal is like an even prettier version of Simon)

And the fact that Peter is married doesn't even ruin it. Because she's Billie (okay, yes, I watched Fastlane. What's it to you?)

You can google "Zombie hunting guns" and get results. Useful results.

(for writing purposes!)

Actually. Who wants to proofread? It's not done but it's only missing a few (really essential) bits.

One: I think Warehouse 13 is just a collecting basket for scifi geekery...or maybe just geekery. They've had Colonel Sheppard (SG:A), The Sheriff of Nottingham (Robin Hood: Men in Tights), Jo and Zane (Eureka) on so far- not to mention the whole use of Jefferson Airplane's "Go ask Alice". It's not the best of show but it always manages to make me smile.

Two: The Bagthorpe Saga has permently mucked up my head for quotes. I'm pretty sure that "The Quality of mercy is not strained/ it droppith as the gentle rain from heaven" (spelling errors all mine) does not end with "on the lobelias beneath"

though it is funnier that way.

Thank you, Helen Cresswell. (also for being able to pull my head out of wherever it was stuck post District 9 I owe you intense amounts of too long delayed fan-mail)

So I just skimmed an entire writing book on subtext that I didn't really agree with and whose author was pretty pompous and I still got some fairly awesome notes on how I want to write. Mostly from disagreeing with him, but still.

So my academic brain isn't entirely dead. This is kind of exciting.

Also- there was a summer update email from the nanowrimo people today and...yes, I do need to apply to MFAs or to *something* at least. But I *really* want to do that again. Because it was exciting (not that I've finished my novel from last year. Maybe that needs to be pre-November goal. Anyway.)

Still, feeling good even if I do have to get up and go to work tomorrow morning.

ohmygod. why isn't there a warm bread and olive oil room scent?

(oh yeah, cause it would smell like chemicals. Bah.)

Edit:

Ace! ( Bread Pictures Under Cut! )

No more Castle till fall?

I forgot how much I love this part of summer.

I know it's not really summer yet but right now there's this fantastically warm light filtering in to my room and on to my bed and it's just on the right side of too hot. I was really supposed to stay downstairs and socialize/ be part of the writing group but my room was totally calling. I wanted to be up in my little almost-too-warm nest of sunlight and leftover winter blankets.

Our downstairs holds the cold and I'm in summer transition. I want the warm. Want to write the warm.

I love you all dearly, and Leila I miss you already, but I forgot to love being alone. Because I really, really do.

The weather bleeping hates me.

Allergies are *horrible*.

It darn well better be allergies.

And I better be well by pride- or by tomorrow night. If I sniffle through the entirety of Wolverine because I have *allergies* I will be angry. At, well, me, I suppose.

We can has roommatez!

I will miss Christiana.

Sometimes I just want to make a big pile of money and just sit in it.

Because yes, I am greedy that way.

Also? It's kinda cool that I'm actually supporting myself, y'know?

Also? I think I want to own a house. Not now. But, someday. Which is a new and odd feeling for me.

I'd really like to watch a movie/ read a book something where people...though they are sexually oriented in a compatible way just end up very good friends at the end of thing. Why is there sex in everything?
This is probably why I like buddy movies so much.