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Nov. 5th, 2002 12:15 pmHuh.
Never had someone leave "I hate you" as a voicemail message before.
Huh.
On the brighter side, I am *not* flunking Japanese (though I need to seriously knuckle down and learn my verbs and adjectives). The teacher even dropped off the video the class watched while I was out last Thursday, so now when I want to take a writing break tonight I can watch "Big Bird in Japan".
Nanowrimo update: I'm getting a bit (ha!) Virgo-obsessive about my word count, so I think I'm going to try something different. There are Visions that play an important part in the story, and since they're folklore-based and twisted they're going to be a blast to write. I was going to be frugal and compose them at the appropriate point in the story, but why wait? This *is*, after all, what cut & paste was invented for.
I'll crank them out tonight and tomorrow and hopefully a) give myself enough of a cushion that my left brain shuts up and stops hitting 'tools-word count' every paragraph, and b) discover when I'm done that my muse*/right brain/subconscious has left some fun Easter eggs to toss around in the story.
Which, despite all the kvetching, I'm having a blast with. This writing by the seat of the pants stuff...when it works, it's like wandering through the house and unwrapping presents everywhere. Who knew?
*Who I picture as Elwood Blues from the Blues Brothers. Wandering around the room while I write, poking in the fridge, looking out the window at the joggers. For I am twisted.
Never had someone leave "I hate you" as a voicemail message before.
Huh.
On the brighter side, I am *not* flunking Japanese (though I need to seriously knuckle down and learn my verbs and adjectives). The teacher even dropped off the video the class watched while I was out last Thursday, so now when I want to take a writing break tonight I can watch "Big Bird in Japan".
Nanowrimo update: I'm getting a bit (ha!) Virgo-obsessive about my word count, so I think I'm going to try something different. There are Visions that play an important part in the story, and since they're folklore-based and twisted they're going to be a blast to write. I was going to be frugal and compose them at the appropriate point in the story, but why wait? This *is*, after all, what cut & paste was invented for.
I'll crank them out tonight and tomorrow and hopefully a) give myself enough of a cushion that my left brain shuts up and stops hitting 'tools-word count' every paragraph, and b) discover when I'm done that my muse*/right brain/subconscious has left some fun Easter eggs to toss around in the story.
Which, despite all the kvetching, I'm having a blast with. This writing by the seat of the pants stuff...when it works, it's like wandering through the house and unwrapping presents everywhere. Who knew?
*Who I picture as Elwood Blues from the Blues Brothers. Wandering around the room while I write, poking in the fridge, looking out the window at the joggers. For I am twisted.