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Tilting the Void

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January 2009

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Starlings.

First drawing of 2009. Had this one on the board for awhile.





Channeling Rowdy Roddy Piper

Just got back from the diner, replete with our weekly breakfast feast. "Do you mind if I take half an hour to digest?" I asked, having warned my husband today was to be set aside for doing battle with the dustbunnies in the living room.

"By all means," he said, grabbing his newspaper again.

"By eleven o' clock, I'll be ready to take names. 'I'm here to chew bubble gum and kick ass--and I'm fresh outta bubblegum'."

He gave me a blank stare. "What's that from?"

"Duh--'They Live'! You know, Rowdy Roddy?"

"Oh." Unimpressed, he rustled newsprint and went back to his weekend Wall Street Journal.

"Jeezus, you should be so fucking impressed and grateful you have a WIFE who even knows who that IS."

"Yes, dear."

:sigh:

For the lulz:


AHHHH!



:fannish weeping:

I'm seeing Coraline next weekend. I don't care what I have to do to get there. Anyone who wants to go with me, you know how to get in touch.

Buttons!

(It's been awhile since I've read the book and I don't really remember it now, except for The Other Mother and something about dancing rats...)


Argh.

It's a pain to go through all the rituals of going to bed, actually get into bed, and then have ideas that make you get back up again and jot down so they don't vaporize.

And I thought I was almost done :rolleyes: pfft...

The Mary Sue Litmus Test

Y'all know what Mary Sues are. Think Wesley Crusher on STNG. Or basically any character that is just JEEPERS neat. KnowhutImean? The best, the last, the first, always gets her man, kickassy brilliant and all around good looking SWELL characters, the kind you'd want to bring home and meet your mom. Got it?

So I just spent the last half hour putting three of my major characters in The Stupid Novel through this highly scientific and etc. test--Mary Sue Litmus Test--and guess what! They aren't Mary Sues! YAY! The main character came in at 11, which is Well Balanced. The second main character did even better (and I know, because I made a concerted effort not to make her a Mary Sue), and the third was a little higher, but that's because he's an ass.

Genre writing is tough if you're doing it with a conscience. How do you put something together that a) won't stink and b) won't be the exact same thing as everything else? Because you know you won't--that's why it's GENRE fiction, duh. But I do think I'll go back and edit carefully for any subtle and Pre-Raphelitic tendencies toward describing hair of any kind. Or bodice-ripping (though that's mostly gone), or feats of inexplicable skill. H'm.

Also, you know you're getting old when your nightcap of choice is two shots of Alka-Seltzer. Cheers! :cheers:

You've all seen this, I'm sure.

But I'm a little late on the uptake.


Feast or famine.

It's feast right now--working on one more revision to The Stupid Novel, jotted down the beginning paragraphs to the second Stupid Novel, and have begun three short stories--or at least jotted down notes, so I wouldn't lose the ideas. But the third is on its way to actual story-ness. The only trouble is I have certain words occur, and I am compelled to look them up on the web. THE POWER OF INTERNETS COMPELS YOU! Words bubble up in my consciousness--god knows where they come from. I look up the following:

CARACOL:

A military maneuver on horseback, yadda yadda, supposed to facilitate the use of the WHEEL LOCK PISTOL

WHEEL LOCK PISTOL:

Yadda more technical (but fascinating) stuff. The stray discharge of said weapon is thought to have inadvertently sparked the ST. BARTHOLOMEW'S DAY MASSACRE (something THEY DO NOT TELL YOU about in CATHOLIC SCHOOL).

And so it goes. And so I have to get back to the action, which as it happens, concerns neither caracols, wheel lock pistols, or the St. Bartholomew's Day Massacre.

:sigh:



ZOMG! I could probably chart my ovulation cycles by this blog.

Ugh. This is ridiculous. Not that I need to share it with the internets, but it's funny--kind of. My friends and I started noticing this amongst ourselves a few years ago. Certain times of the month, we tend to notice the guys a little more than usual. And so today for the first time I take notice of this Rahm Emanuel person. (And yes, before you flame me, I make all my important political decisions based on looks. Doesn't everyone?)



Seriously. Are you kidding me? You're kidding me, right? I thought all politicians were mandated to look like this:



(No offense, Mr. Waxman, but yours is a face made for radio.)

Not like they just walked off the set of 24:



I asked Greg today "So what's with this Emanuel guy?"

He shrugs. "He's the muscle. This administration's Cheney."

Ooo! Power and good looks! I think I'll start a fan club...or pay more attention to politics. This stuff is real, right? Because for years, I've been using CSPAN as a sedative...

I am seriously worried.



I haven't even seen Entourage and this is making me want to see it very badly.

What is it with me and these kinds of guys?

It's the funny. Kills me every time--and it's how Greg gets out of doing the dishes. Well. He just doesn't do 'em. Fair trade, I think, for making me laugh.

But I did make him make his own lunch today (heh)...