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09/13/2008: "Fugue"The book is called Fugue. Just to whet your appetite. I have 7 chapters typed. Nine to go, I guess. Such a math whiz. Siiiiggghhhhhh...... it's a lot like...... nevermind. Maybe it's not as much like that as I thought. We shall see.
I have a huge headache. That's why I'm not typing the novel right now. I typed 2 chapters today. I think I only got 1 done during the week. Hmm.
I just ordered coupons for 2 digital/analog TV converters. Yup. I forgot to do that months ago. Oops. Oh well. Apparently our local stations stop being analog in November. I thought I had 'til February. Nope. Darn it.
Week before last I had this weird pain in my wrist and the back of my head. Same kind of pain. I tried not taking this vitamin and that mineral, etc. Thinking I had overloaded. Nothing worked. Then I decided maybe it was a virus and started taking echinacea, garlic and vitamin C. Within hours I felt better. And within a day the wrist pain was gone, but the head pain was just less. I STILL feel the head pain sometimes. I know, badness. Hmm. I think I'm eating too much protein. Probably. In my avoidance of excess carbs. Bah.
I swear I have a food hangover. I had pizza last night. I think it's been a while since I had dairy. Now I have a headache. Woohoo. Plthljllp.
Fugue is similar to, but not at all like, Dollhouse. From the sounds of it. The new Joss Whedon show. I can't remember if it was partly inspired by the basic plot of that show or not. I do know I wanted to write it really quickly before I saw Dollhouse, so I wouldn't be influenced by the show. And wouldn't accidentally make it too same-y. So, there it is. And the novel should be out and about this fall, instead of next. Cuz I didn't write as many novels this summer as I intended to. See? I guess it was a good experiment, though. Seeing how quickly I could write books. Yesssss.
I had a dream last night that I met a little girl who was dressed like a homeless lady, and wandering the streets. Her parents had died, or gone crazy, or gone to prison or something, and she was sent off to live with her grandmother, who was senile and forgot she existed. So she just wandered off and lived on the streets. And then I decided to adopt her. Awwww. She was very sweet and free spirited and kind of worldly-wise. It was so a Disney movie in the making. Pfft. Sweeet! Anyway.
That beats dreaming of murder, does it not? Except the girl's parents may have killed each other. I can't remember that part. Hmm.
I would like 2 kids, thank you for asking. Boys, girls, whatever. With a madly-in-love-with boyfriend/husband person, a house, a dog, a writing career. And maybe the tiniest bit of traveling. And some possible homeschooling, no "job", except to write and publish books myself, and..... occasional chocolate. I figure every once in a while you just have to make a list of what you want and send it out there to the universe. There you go, universe. And a piece of pie. Chocolate cream pie...... yum! You know, as a cherry on top of the life. I need to cook more...
I'm thisclose to making lasagna from a box. Meatless. But not dairyless. So, I should watch it! I need to let my headache go away first at least. Sheesh. Hey, next week is my birthday. Hurray. Except for the getting older part. It makes me all moony about kids. Grr.
Why can't I carve more time out of my day? I know it's because I honestly need time every day to vegetate and not do anything meaningful or important. But... man, that sucks. 20,000 words. Why can't they type themselves? I get all antsy when I'm preparing a book for publication. What if it tanks? How can it tank? It's free. Oh, it's free by the way. Heh. Duurrrr.... Have I mentioned?
You may have noticed the blog has not been updated yet. Laziness. Too busy vegetating. The only way I can get myself to exercise is to let myself vegetate for the rest of the day. And I need to exercise! Bah. And by "update", I mean the design of it.
And you know what? My typing skills and my handwriting suck. So this typing up of a book I hand wrote in a notebook is pretty torturous. There are words I'm not even sure what they are, so I hope I got them right. Geesh. I type half a page, and then I go back and correct my horrendous typos. It's a slow process. But typing in here is fine. Cuz I'm not in a hurry. When I'm typing my book I'm actually trying to rush ahead to see what happens next. Cuz I can't remember, even though I just wrote it a few months ago. Then my fingers trip over themselves and typos galore. Pfft! Grr.
And there are ants all over the place in here. "And my diamond shoes are too tight!" -Chandler/Friends. I love that quote. I use it often! And I'm always tired. Baaaahhhh humbug.
A wee excerpt from Fugue:
"This isn't a good time for you to wake up," Zane says.
"Why?" Rachel asks, aware that the last time they sped along a road there was an accident.
"Because I'm about to do one of those things you don't like," Zane said. Her voice was cold as usual, but this time there was an edge of emotion under it. Anger? Fear?
And with typos! This is from before I fixed it:
"This isn't a good time for you to wak eup," Zane says.
"Why?" RAchel asks, aware that the last tiem they sped along a road there weas an accident.
"Becasue I"lm aobut to do one of those things you don't like," Zaned said. Her ovice was cold as usual, but this tiem there was a n edge of emotion uneder it. Anger? Fear?
You see what I'm saying! Bluuurrrgh! Okay then. Where is that pie? I mean lasagna! I mean... oatmeal.
That's a smiley face called "plain". It's pretty moody for plain. Ha! I need ice cream. Headache! Remember the headache! Geez! Vegan hot dog with toast? Maybe....
Black bean, hashbrown, green bean, vegan white sauce, casserole. I'm thinking of making that. And high protein blueberry muffins. Except I forgot to buy the blueberries. Rats!
Anyway. Why can't there be two of me? One of me to cook and one of me to go about the rest of my day? Because then I'd be a twin, and one of us would have to leave to go find her own identity and learn to rock climb and sky dive and go to Europe. FINE.
Okay, perhaps it is time to, you know, go have that oatmeal. Sheesh.
Later. ~