I love this font. I just discovered it. Damn, my typing has gotten faster. I didn't even notice it until I started typing in here. Okay, that was distracting. Anyway. I finished my book. Writing my book. I once told someone I finished my book and they said, "Hmm." I realized later they thought I meant I finished reading a book. Pfft. That is what I get for not knowing any other artists. Currently. Anyway, I wrote my book on the computer. I've never done that before. I've written 5 books in longhand in a notebook, and this one on the computer. When I write longhand, I guess I speed across the page too, desperate to get my words out fast enough. I do the same thing with the computer. I thought it would be so much faster, I wouldn't need to rush, but I rushed anyway. Zipped through the typing. I wrote this book in a month. It's a little over half the size of the last one, though. So, it's darn short. Oh well. Still, a month! I'm happy.
Life is weird. Now I'm all panicked about what to do with the book. I have to edit it, and design a good cover, and promote it. It's so exhausting. Thinking about all the possibilities. I gave myself a headache yesterday thinking about it. It's a self published book, a novella, and.... well, those things count against it. Yes, I called it a novella. Who are we kidding? It's so darn short, it is obviously a novella. You know what's funny? When I'm writing I like to make sure I give my characters time to eat and go to the bathroom and stuff. Isn't that funny? I think, "Now if this were real, would they have time to make a pit stop?" -Shit, someone just started weed wacking things outside my window. DAMN. That's freaky. I heard the guy upstairs stomp across his living room to the window too. Must sound just as freaky from up there. Sheesh. Okay then.
Papyrus.
Okay. What else is going on with me? I had a dream I kissed Michael Vartan on the shoulder. He was wearing a sweater. Isn't that sweet? Don't laugh at me. I know nobody was naked or anything, but I rarely have sexy dreams about anyone. They are all cuddly and cute. He was cooking too. Or washing vegetables. Whatever. It was so nice! Sigh.
I need a sweater wearing, dinner making boyfriend. But I don't have time for one. It's sad. I think I got all romantic brained from writing my novel. Cuz it's about a couple, and they are so cute together. I actually got the idea for it when I was not dating this guy, cuz he had dumped me because of whyever, I forget, and we were still friends, and he thought nobody could live happily ever after, and I wanted to show him that couples could be happy. So I created this couple. And came up with stuff for them to do that would fill a novel (novella!) and be sweet. It's a science fiction story, though, I swear. And a comedy. But the romance is there. Just as a backdrop. Which was the whole point. Anyway, he is long gone from my life, but the story was so good it still needed to be told. I thought. So, I wrote it. And soon you will get to read it. But it may take me longer to publish it than it took to write it. Editing. It's boring. And designing a cover. Which I may or may not be good at. With my last novel, the cover didn't matter a whole lot, because it's a free novel. I mean the ebook is. So, you know. It was just something to put on the front of the book. To keep it from being just black letters on a white background. Boooorrrring.
Hey, I have a day off, by the way, like lots of people today. That's why I'm here midday, chatting away with you. Hola.
I would like to take the time to enjoy other people's hard work now. I think I'm gonna upgrade my Net Flix subscription. If that's what you call it. I have only 2 DVDs a month now. I'm tempted to make it 3 at a time unlimited. I'm watching season 1 of "Alias" (hence the shoulder kissing dream
) and I can't wait a whole 5 days between episodes. That's how long it takes for me to ship one disc to them and have them ship me another. Plus, I realize now that I can only do that twice a month anyway. Must upgrade!I swear that was not a commercial. I'm just so bored. I have to see all those movies I never got a chance to see. At the movie theater. And hopefully it won't make me angry that I'm stuck here in Podunk Town with no..... well, not exactly an artist's life. I want to be inspired. Sigh. And work from home. This is a broken record. I know, I know. And I have to stop watching "Rezoned" on HGTV. I love that show. It just makes me want to buy a little office building and then live in it. Just cuz it'd be so weird. And I'd have so much space. And I could put a bed in a meeting room and have a whole ladies room to myself. I love the wickedly bizarre aspect of that. Don't even ask me why. It's just like it's so forbidden or something. Being in your jammies and fuzzy slippers at work. Eating soup and watching TV. Whatever. Letting a dog run around in there. Good stuff. I have issues.
Sigh. Ugh. I hope this book does well. I have so many other books to write. And I know I could write them all whether or not any of them does well, but what would be the point? I keep wanting to push ctrl+s to save this, cuz I've been doing that for weeks with the book writing. But the blog doesn't work that way. It's strange. The things I don't realize have become habits. In such a short time. Interesting. Hmm.
I ate all my junk food over the weekend. I didn't save anything for Monday. I forgot I'd be sitting here bored. Don't get me wrong, I do love being bored! In this way. Sort of. I love the doing nothing bored better than the doing something boring type of bored. Wow. I'm dissecting the concept of bored. I must be bored. ! I have to go now.
Later.
Chris on 09.04.06 @ 01:36 pm [link]