Poll Novel Move
Oct. 28th, 2004 02:41 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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Because I want to help spread the word about the scary tactics that are going on out there in Electionland, I'm posting two blog entries. Be afraid, people, be very afraid—but not of terrorists. At least, not foreign terrorists.
Here's one from a woman who they tried to keep from voting (courtesy![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
matociquala:
[broken link]
And another who had the Feds come to talk to him because of something he said in his blog (courtesy ofsartorias:
http://www.livejournal.com/users/anniesj/331112.html
Novel
Okay, now that I've taken care of my civic duty, it's on to other news. I appear to have started another novel. Just last week I was saying I so did not want to start another novel, but yesterday it just came bubbling out. I'm about 10 pages into a new chapter, and most of that is new writing. Only a couple of pages pasted in from my notes.
My sense is that this may be an exploratory first chapter. My sense of this idea was that it wasn't ready yet. I'd done work on the characters and their dilemma, I had a vague notion of plot overview, but I needed more worldbuilding. Apparently the Chaotic Overlord who rules my Backbrain Country had other ideas. I'm still not convinced that I am well and truly launched on this story, but it's been going real groovy fine for two days now and certainly has a lot of energy. We'll see.
For about a week I've had that panicky, "What if I can't remember how to write a novel???" feeling. I feel like that every time before a big launch—so who knows?
The working title I've had for this idea for the last year was Barfing Angel. For obvious reasons that had to change. I'm now calling it Charged With Folly. (Tara, are you listening?)
Move
And my irritating upstairs neighbors may actually be moving after all. There's been a lot of bangage and stompage upstairs at all hours and last night when I got home from work I saw Boyfriend's truck parked on the street and crammed full of furniture, including the couch, all lashed down with ropes. Huzzah! When major furniture gets loaded, moving looks like a real possibility. I was a happy girl, I can tell you. I didn't even mind the bangage and stomapage last night. Too much.
So imagine my surprise when I left for work this morning and Boyfriend's truck was still out front, still crammed with the same furniture. Now, we had rain yesterday on and off all day and into the night, which was the first lame brained thing going on there. And then there's the neighborhood we live in, which is transitional between middle class and Culver City gangland. Everything that wasn't thoroughly lashed down had been removed from the truck, including the cushions on the couch.
You know, it was so pathetic I couldn't even laugh. I felt sorry for this pair of nitwits. They stumble through life blissfully unaware and can't understand why they're always getting in trouble. I would hear her on her phone now and then lamenting in a weepy voice, "Why me?" I suppose my answer to that would be, "Know thyself." But I don't suppose she'd be interested in what I have to say.
Because I want to help spread the word about the scary tactics that are going on out there in Electionland, I'm posting two blog entries. Be afraid, people, be very afraid—but not of terrorists. At least, not foreign terrorists.
Here's one from a woman who they tried to keep from voting (courtesy
matociquala:[broken link]
And another who had the Feds come to talk to him because of something he said in his blog (courtesy of
sartorias:http://www.livejournal.com/users/anniesj/331112.html
Novel
Okay, now that I've taken care of my civic duty, it's on to other news. I appear to have started another novel. Just last week I was saying I so did not want to start another novel, but yesterday it just came bubbling out. I'm about 10 pages into a new chapter, and most of that is new writing. Only a couple of pages pasted in from my notes.
My sense is that this may be an exploratory first chapter. My sense of this idea was that it wasn't ready yet. I'd done work on the characters and their dilemma, I had a vague notion of plot overview, but I needed more worldbuilding. Apparently the Chaotic Overlord who rules my Backbrain Country had other ideas. I'm still not convinced that I am well and truly launched on this story, but it's been going real groovy fine for two days now and certainly has a lot of energy. We'll see.
For about a week I've had that panicky, "What if I can't remember how to write a novel???" feeling. I feel like that every time before a big launch—so who knows?
The working title I've had for this idea for the last year was Barfing Angel. For obvious reasons that had to change. I'm now calling it Charged With Folly. (Tara, are you listening?)
Move
And my irritating upstairs neighbors may actually be moving after all. There's been a lot of bangage and stompage upstairs at all hours and last night when I got home from work I saw Boyfriend's truck parked on the street and crammed full of furniture, including the couch, all lashed down with ropes. Huzzah! When major furniture gets loaded, moving looks like a real possibility. I was a happy girl, I can tell you. I didn't even mind the bangage and stomapage last night. Too much.
So imagine my surprise when I left for work this morning and Boyfriend's truck was still out front, still crammed with the same furniture. Now, we had rain yesterday on and off all day and into the night, which was the first lame brained thing going on there. And then there's the neighborhood we live in, which is transitional between middle class and Culver City gangland. Everything that wasn't thoroughly lashed down had been removed from the truck, including the cushions on the couch.
You know, it was so pathetic I couldn't even laugh. I felt sorry for this pair of nitwits. They stumble through life blissfully unaware and can't understand why they're always getting in trouble. I would hear her on her phone now and then lamenting in a weepy voice, "Why me?" I suppose my answer to that would be, "Know thyself." But I don't suppose she'd be interested in what I have to say.
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Date: 2004-10-29 05:09 am (UTC)And I am going to continue to call it that, you know.
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Date: 2004-10-29 04:19 pm (UTC)It kept circling around me like a shark round a wounded seal and then bam! And it certainly seems to have more energy than anything else. Maybe it's just the attraction of newness. I've been living with these characters for less time than the others who want their stories told.
Yay Barfing Angel -- And I am going to continue to call it that, you know.
It remains Barfing Angel to me, too, and probably always will be. Although I don't think Charged With Folly is such a bad title.