The other side of the decade. How you got here, I still don’t know. Today you decorated a butterfly mask. Tomorrow is bigger to you than Christmas. You already know what you’re going to wear. I’m pretty sure your ensemble includes that butterfly mask. You don’t yet know the flavor of your cake, though you’ve …
And in case the graphic isn’t loading: I’ve started a NaNoWriMo novel. Not set in any previous universe. Just flirting with some ideas. Trying to find something that’ll drive me.
As much as I have enjoyed using movable type, I’m probably going to convert the blog to WordPress simply because it confuses me much less. And I am old and cranky and cannot be expected to keep up with all these newfangled technologies GET OFF MY LAWN YOU DAMN KIDS. Anyway. Expect that later.
The jacaranda is a tree that grows a lot in Southern California. It has extremely vivid purple flowers, and grows quite tall. While we were at the San Juan Capistrano mission, I saw a lot of jacaranda. So I wrote them into this chapter. Along with the mission. Been sick and/or under deadline. Haven’t been …
I think. I’m worried it’s not hooky enough. Eh. I know better than to worry too much about that at this stage. I took a couple right turns between one day to the next, which means I actually wrote half again what I needed. I used to keep these bits of unused writing, but after …
I really love nectarines, and this is the best time of year for them. Yum. I wrote today, and I wrote yesterday, in one of the three projects. On non-writerly-related writing, I also am working on a new campaign setting for my D&D campaign. I’ve never thought about publishing any of my campaigns…but I kind …
Anyway, more writing. Night!
Is good. A few small errors that are easily remedied. I have decided more or less that once I pay off the furnace (last year’s WTF? expense), I’m getting a laptop. Because with a laptop, I could be upstairs and writing. And I am a spoiled capitalist American swine.
A few paragraphs tonight. More drama needed. I’ve been watching ER reruns fairly religiously the last few months, and I admire there amazing ability to turn the beat around with some well-timed drama. I can only imagine the script writers sitting around with a scene and some senior writer saying, “Now, have her do THE …
I really need to stop saying “I’ll just write a few words!” It never works that way, and I know it. But it’s hard to resist writing about Jin. I do love the lad. I didn’t know about Samurai Champloo when I named Jin Jin and Munin Munin. It’s not my fault, and triply not …