I’m getting back in the swing of things – just put 3 comics in the archive, so we’re starting out well.
December 14th will be our one year anniversary of comics. I might try to come up with something interesting for that.
Now, I need to sleep before December starts out rotten.
For your enjoyment, the Calvin and Hobbes Snow Art Gallery.
November is not for driving.
Two years ago, we had a short November snow, and on what should have been a routine shopping trip, we slid through a part of the parking lot that was a little snowier than the rest. As a result, our left turn wasn’t. We bounced the Neon’s front right tire against a curb. That resulted in replacement of the tire, rim, and I think some axel parts.
Last year, much earlier in November, I came through an S-curve while being blinded by oncoming traffic, only to find a deer standing in my lane. You’ve all got a rough idea of how that went.
And today, Nighthawk and I drove the Neon from our place, to Lowe’s (to return the miter saw that didn’t), then to Sears (to buy a miter saw that will hopefully both miter and saw) and then back through Spring City to go home. We stopped at a stop light, turned right, and immediately discovered someone in our lane stopped and hoping to turn left. Rather than hit her, we dove right once again, and ate yet another curb.
End result: as yet unknown. The car’s front wheels look a little duck-footed, and it’s not currently safely drivable. Whether just the rim and tire are shot, or whether we’ve blown things out seriously this time will be determined by the dealership tomorrow.
Next year, I’m going to work on devising a way to not have either member of the family drive in November.
So yesterday (meaning Saturday) evening, we went out to dinner at Red Lobster with a friend from high school who I hadn’t seen in four or five years I think. I had an absolutely great time, ate too much, came home and wrote a little, then went to bed.
This morning, we got up relatively early (for us), so that we could go out to lunch with a friend from elementary school who I haven’t seen since June of 2004and her family. Once again I had a ball, and look forward to seeing them again in less than 17 months this time.
Around this, I talked to my folks a couple of times, and was invited out to eat twice by a friend who I see on a regular basis (she’s local). Also did some light shopping and watched the football game and spent five hours filing. (I was a little behind.)
My back is killing me, my sinuses are all screwed up (my fault), and I have eaten waaay too many things over the past two days that contain bell peppers, which apparently now that I’m almost 30, have decided they need to kill me. Despite all that and a tendency to overcaffeinate, I’m really, really happy right now.
I hope you are too.
11/26/05 random babblings of someone who has too many words to write. (Cut and pasted from a TextEdit file I was making notes in while writing…)
10:28: was going to update my word count and go to bed, but now I’ve lost Internet access. Makes me pissy. Now I’m going to have to concentrate on the novel and not start playing Chuzzle like I’d planned.
10:45: still no internet access. up to at least 3167 words. (there seems to be some debate between my word count and NaNoWriMo’s count, but theirs is in my favor, so I don’t mind the discrepancy.) Want desperately to be distracted so I don’t have to listen to these characters fight in my head anymore, but I’m out of luck.
11:03: Still no ‘net access. If I was really at a breaking point I’d go reboot the router to make sure the problem’s not us, but suddenly I’m on a roll. Unfortunately, I can’t remember the name of the literary figure I want to use as a metaphor. Goddamn it, I want my google back!
11:05: It was Casanova. My husband is snoring so loudly upstairs that I can hear him, and I’m on the sofa in the livingroom on the first floor.
11:15: I just had a character go off on a cursing spree. It’s in character for him, but I’m feeling a little guilty for using the word “shit” six times in succession – it gives the impression that I’m buffering my word count.
11:33: the dog’s now been whining at me for a solid fifteen minutes. But I’ve added another thousand words or so in the last 45 minutes. At this rate it will take me approximately 22 hours of full-on work to hit deadline. I have roughly 72 hours. Maybe this is doable after all.
It’d help if I didn’t start at fuckall late at night each night though.
This dog’s like an oven. But at least when she’s lying next to me on the sofa she’s quiet.
Oh, and I’m pretty sure it’s the router that’s causing the problem, because I can’t connect to it. I’ll investigate that shortly. I need to go to bed by midnight because I have to be up at 9 to go to lunch with a friend at 11.This has been a very social weekend.
12:02: Rebooting the router seems to have done the trick. I’m going to upload this, update my word count, and then go to bed.
(ps: 35,106 words! Whoo! Less than 4 days! Hell!)
So I didn’t go to bed at 3:30 the way I said I was going to. I stayed up to grab a shower and did a little more writing before finally crashing around six. Slept until ten, got up, and sat around like a catatonic vegetable until it was time to go out to dinner with Matt. Had a great time there – something I definitely want to do again – and now I’m home again home again jiggidy jig.
Problem is that my plan was to nap this morning so I’d reset my sleep cycle and crash tonight around 9 or so, but here it is, 9:00, and I’m wired like my neighbor’s Christmas lights due to all the caffeine I ingested at the Red Lobster.
So, we’ll see where this takes me. I still have 19,000+ words to write. I’ve written about a third of that in one sitting in the past. ‘Course, it was horrible horrible melodramatic crap, but it was words, and I built a pretty damn effective story out of those words later.
This post? I’m priming the pump, getting the synapses firing and all that. Time to go smack some characters around.