Is it really Friday?

Sometimes I don't believe it when the week is finally over. I'd celebrate, but I'm still suspicious that I'm in the middle of a 35 day week. You know? You ever feel that way?

Someone asked me my name the other day and I couldn't remember. I was like, "Uhh..... Chris." I knew I knew it! Duhhh. And I thought, "Wow. My brain is fried." But why? All I do is sit at a computer all day and type, "Addendum added. Previous notes added to this document were scanned as page 3." "All your documents are belongs to us." Okay, that last part I made up. Okay the first part I made up too. I only have to type that once a day. Maybe. "'Like to crush. Crush now?'" - Spike/Buffy. See what I did there? That is called fueling the fire. The most searched for phrase in my site stats is "Buffy and Spike". There was one month where I actually won the search phrase contest in my stats. My name was the number one search. Ah, but Buffy and Spike have taken over again. What can you do? That's what I get for putting them half naked in a video. Whoops. But it's a good video! I like it. I wonder if I put it on You Tube if they would ask me politely, in a ferocious way, to take it down. Copyright. You know. Maybe not. Fan videos do help promote a show. And music. Hmm....

I decided I'd better edit Fugue now. You may have no idea what I'm talking about if you haven't read me twittering/fretting about it. See, I have to update my blog already and link to my Twitter page. Yes, I still mean the design update, not the add an entry kind of update. I'm doing that now! Hurray! Seriously, I have been craving a good babble.

But anyway, this weekend I will try to finish the new blog. And THEN, instead of starting my new book (writing it), I will edit the one I just typed and put it out there in the world already. YEAH. It's about time. It just needs to be done. Plus the book I'm about to write is like War and Peace it's so huge. It's actually only the size of a normal novel, which in my world is HUGE, cuz I write only novellas really. Hmph. Anyway, it would take months, MONTHS, and I can't have that right now. I need some closure. Must... finish.... book.

I freaked out cuz when I was typing it, some of the sentences were so bad.... I knew I had a lot of work ahead of me. MUCH more than I anticipated. And I think of myself as a good writer, yet I found crap like this in my novel: "She went outside to the mailbox, outside, which is where she went." Hee. Not that exact sentence, but very similar ones. It's like I forgot what I was saying in the middle and thought, "Did I say that already? Ah, I'll add it on now..." Pffp! Cuz I was writing so fast I didn't give a crap about how it sounded. Just, "Make sure you say she's outside! Make sure you say that's where she was! Okay!" Lord.

Let's talk about Supernatural! It's the only show I'm watching on the TV this year. I like it. It's good. I like the writing. Very clever how they got Dean out of Hell, and they did actually explain it right away. Excellent. Adds a whole new dimension to the show. Somewhat literally. I love it! I will keep watching. I watched the first episode of Smallville this season and decided to wait for the DVD. The whole episode I'm like, "So where IS Lex? Let's get this party started!" Hee. Whatever. He's more boring since he went completely evil, but still intriguing. How can you have a hero with no villain? The new "villains" are not working for me. I also miss Lionel. Not that I wouldn't watch the show just for Clark and Chloe and Jimmy and Lois. I would. If they had good stuff happen and stopped being so convoluted with the storylines. Where are Chloe's powers now? I can never remember what is going on! Argh! Plus, you can't kill Clark over and over and have it actually mean something. We know he doesn't die. We know he becomes a reporter and puts on the Superman suit someday. Learns to fly, that sort of thing. We already know he doesn't die! So, that's not a very good bluff. Pfft. I'm sure I will enjoy it all a year from now when I can watch it obsessively in 3 days 'til my head is spinning. Yeesh. But I just don't have the time now.

New topic. I've been getting these telemarketing calls lately, messages on my machine, where they go, "Could I speak to Christine Slusser, please?.... Hello?.... Hello?...." And they sound really annoyed like I'm being rude, then they hang up. Duhhhh. I know their little machines have a delay and don't hear my answering machine message, but you'd think they would all know this by now. That it would happen to them all day long with people's answering machines. Durrr. It's kind of funny.

I need a haircut. It's too long. It's at that stage where it starts to annoy me. So are my fingernails. I have to turn my thumbs sideways at work to hit the keys. I don't type properly at work. I'm surprised I remember how when I get home. Yeesh.

No yoga today. I need a break. I should order some spearmint tea. Totally not related. But yummy. And good for many things. Stomachaches, for example.

A dust bunny rolled by like a tumbleweed just now.

I'm lying. I totally made that up. You see what happens when you bore me? Oops. You didn't bore me! Don't go away mad! Just go away. Hehe. No, wait! Ohhh, I have problems.

Hey, this text box is purple. ! Hey, so is the page around it. No wonder I can't pry myself away from Greymatter! Geez! It's mind control! Very clever, Greymatter. Very clever.

I ordered 3 seasons of How I Met Your Mother, but they won't ship it until season 3 is released. Damn. It's like torture. I need some more funny. I'm about to edit a murderous novel. Though, editing it is nowhere near as traumatic as writing it to begin with. THAT was bizarre. Oh, yeah, I remember now. That WAS bizarre. Ffwwhp!

I woke up the other day and hallucinated plastic spoons and forks all over the wall by my bed. Hmm. The universe is mad at me for not recycling. Or my subconscious is. Whatever. (No drugs were involved in the making of this hallucination. Any resemblance to any spoons or forks living or dead is purely coincidental.)

IIIII must go. Gotta do that freakin' laundry thing. Then at some point I think I get to sleep! Yaaaaay!!!!!

Later.~

Chris on 09.26.08 @ 07:16 pm [link]

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. ~

Chris on 09.13.08 @ 05:56 pm [link]