I'm getting there. It's taking flaming forever but I'm getting there. I'm only working on three or four different books right now and I'm only having a little trouble. Last night I ate cookies - IJJIT!!! - so I had some trouble getting to sleep and woke up at five in the morning. Thank god for Core Level vitamins. I'd be screwed six ways from Sunday if I didn't have them.
Slowly but surely on first Kingschilde book. I have nearly plotted out the chapters for half of the book - which is really good for me. I'm packing each chapter plot so I think I can get enough word count this draft. My first draft was 35,000 words or so which is NOT enough considering I need 75,000 for the company I want to submit to.
Still haven't gotten past the planning point on Amazon/Vampire Futuristic/Apocalyptic book. Working in it. Inspirations are Michael Shanks, Sumuru advertisements and Jayne Ann Krentz 'Harmony' Series.
Nothing more on 'Blood' yet.
Just a little over a week until I go to see my grandparents. That'll be terrific for some peace and quiet. I miss them.
Distracted yet again by online games. Frack.
Until I feel like I need to empty my mind again because it's too darn full, Slainte. Catch you later.
Friday, December 12, 2008
Thursday, November 20, 2008
First Post, First Nocturne Bites, One rant in many.
Got a headache, working on my first Nocturne Bites Story 'Moonlight Defiance'.
Headache is probably from eating a whole box of Little Debbies. God that was so stupid.
I am making my New Year's Resolution now - to HELL with indulging in sugar. It's never worth it. I am just lucky I'm not fat.
Did some research for a short story to write - have decided I HATE erotica and will never buy a single book of it. I read Laurell K. Hamilton and stuff with graphic sex but purely erotica stories are black-minded, focused on getting you off and have the lovely side effect of making you feel sick, miserable and tired.
Again, that might just be the Little Debbies. Oh god, my head. I don't know why people like getting drunk if hangovers are anything like this.
Been working three days on Moonlight Defiance and now have 1,114 words. Not bad - not great either. About 371 words a day, three hours a day, 123 words an hour. I like my statistics.
Going to go to my grandparents to visit December - I'll have a whole day of writing, no interruptions and if anyone brings me any sugar, the blood shed will make Iraq look rinky-dinky.
God I need some Stargate SG-1. I keep on planning to watch an episode and then I get distracted by sugar or my online games. Daniel Jackson is far better than any worthless sugar. He isn't fattening, he doesn't make me feel sick, I don't feel guilty and I'm euphoric for hours afterward with NO HANGOVER.
ONLINE GAMES. The bane of my existence. Shopping games, RPG, thy name is EVIL.
And then I get bored and they're fun until I screw up all my writing schedule. Then I hate them all over again.
Until next time, nose to the grindstone, pen to paper and Obama doesn't exist in my little world.
Headache is probably from eating a whole box of Little Debbies. God that was so stupid.
I am making my New Year's Resolution now - to HELL with indulging in sugar. It's never worth it. I am just lucky I'm not fat.
Did some research for a short story to write - have decided I HATE erotica and will never buy a single book of it. I read Laurell K. Hamilton and stuff with graphic sex but purely erotica stories are black-minded, focused on getting you off and have the lovely side effect of making you feel sick, miserable and tired.
Again, that might just be the Little Debbies. Oh god, my head. I don't know why people like getting drunk if hangovers are anything like this.
Been working three days on Moonlight Defiance and now have 1,114 words. Not bad - not great either. About 371 words a day, three hours a day, 123 words an hour. I like my statistics.
Going to go to my grandparents to visit December - I'll have a whole day of writing, no interruptions and if anyone brings me any sugar, the blood shed will make Iraq look rinky-dinky.
God I need some Stargate SG-1. I keep on planning to watch an episode and then I get distracted by sugar or my online games. Daniel Jackson is far better than any worthless sugar. He isn't fattening, he doesn't make me feel sick, I don't feel guilty and I'm euphoric for hours afterward with NO HANGOVER.
ONLINE GAMES. The bane of my existence. Shopping games, RPG, thy name is EVIL.
And then I get bored and they're fun until I screw up all my writing schedule. Then I hate them all over again.
Until next time, nose to the grindstone, pen to paper and Obama doesn't exist in my little world.
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