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I am so behind on word count in NaNoWriMo that it’s frightening. I have just over 1,000 words clocked. The app tells me that at the rate I’m going, I will hit 50,000 words during the second week in May.
This working full time is cramping my style…
I’m writing the coolest story, though. It’s a horror/end-of-life-as-we-know-it kind of thing and it takes place on a cruise ship. I’m having a difficult time actually typing, because the cat wants to help (I accidentally locked her out for nearly an hour, and she feels I owe her something for that…).
I know… I said I was going to reformat an old screenplay for NaNoWriMo this year, but when I went to my dashboard to input my novel, out came the title of The Cruise – an old glimmer of an idea that was sparked from a conversation from a twitter-friend. She suggested I participate in the making of a new graphic novel – 2012-style; that’s how long ago she came up with it. She knew a graphic artist who was looking for inspiration. I fell in love with the idea, and then neither of us ever brought it up again.
I’m spending glorious hours immersing myself in luxury cruise liner photos and layouts and blueprints and in the center of my head sits the most marvelous cruise ship to sail any ocean, and it’s about to become a graveyard/slaughterhouse/torture chamber.
If I could just get this cat off my lap and keyboard.
Oh, and NaBloPoMo? Yeah, I tripped out of the gate… flunked out on Day 1. Every year, I swear!
Random Song-for-the-Day: “Bang Bang (My Baby Shot Me Down)” – Nancy Sinatra
There are things I did as the mother of a toddler, that would totally have embarrassed me to admit, back when my now-all-grown-up little girl was still a toddler. It’s a little embarrassing to admit to those things even now, although she did survive. It’s more surprising that *I* survived, to tell the truth.
Ky was one of those kids that refused to sleep at night. I joke around with new mothers all the time, about how my kid is 20-years-old and hasn’t slept through the night yet. She wanted to sleep during the day, but that was mainly because she didn’t sleep at night. Ever.
Now, I work both locations – the one on the hill, which was the second location I ever worked at. Louie ran it then, before HE had a melt-down and quit (I don’t think he cried in the back room when he did it though, the way I did). His retirement lasted a little longer than mine did — before he came back to manage the location he’s in now.
Really For Real I Swear This is What Came up on the Playlist Random Song-for-the-Day: “What Makes You Beautiful” – One Direction
ROTFL!! Yes, God does have a sense of humour!
I don’t like pants. I like comfort, and pants don’t equate with that. Any pants, really, but some are a little more comfortable than others. Yoga pants, for example, can be worn to work if you’re skinny and old and decidedly not-sexy, so that’s what I wear to the J.O.B., even though there is a strict NO YOGA PANTS policy; it’s right there written in the dress code. I don’t get called out on the dress code, because on me, apparently, yoga pants do not resemble yoga pants. I dare not ask what they do resemble. I don’t want to know.
Random Song-for-the-Day: “Running on Ice” – Billy Joel
Psychology Today posted a really interesting article that crunched all our phobias down into five big fears that all of us share.
According to this article, you may not have arachnophobia – maybe you’re even amused at another person’s fear of spiders – but if the thought of being eaten by a bear keeps you from hiking in the woods when you would otherwise really enjoy a hike in the woods, then, deep down, you actually share a common fear (the fear of mutilation, believe it or not) with that guy you’re laughing at.
So, quit laughing already.
I’ve been trying off and on to make a living as a writer in one manner or another since I was a teenager. It has never failed that at some point in every one of my journeys (“This time I’m going to do it. This time, I’m not going to quit.”), someone or something has always stopped me in my tracks.
The first use of the word “computer” was recorded in 1613 in a book called “The yong mans gleanings” by English writer Richard Braithwait. “I have read the truest computer of Times, and the best Arithmetician that ever breathed, and he reduceth thy dayes into a short number.”
It referred to a person who carried out calculations, or computations, and the word continued with the same meaning until the middle of the 20th century. From the end of the 19th century the word began to take on its more familiar meaning, a machine that carries out computations.
Random Song-for-the-Day: “Big Bad Love” – Alanis Morissette