Yes I am, dammit.
Yesterday was fraught and exhausting. I took down two sets of Christmas decorations - the aged P's and our own. We had a nasty drive home on a wet M62 in thick fog, dodging the ambulances from various 'incidents' (as the overhead boards like to call them). Got home to a FREEZING house; got the Rayburn lit, and the wood stove, and - even though all the radiators are now piping, banging away to themselves in a happy fashion, the house still feels chilled. ::is currently wrapped in four layers, including Damart vest::
Anyway, Christmas is over, the cake has been eaten, the port consumed and a New Year dawns. I've been getting on spankingly with my new novel; the one about a road trip across Cuba. For much of Christmas I've been getting up around 5.30 am to write while the house was quiet. I know this sounds like some extreme form of mental disorder, but I've actualy rather enjoyed it, sitting in the dark and cosy sitting room, just me and Hamish the dog, dreaming on the sofa next to me, a cup of Earl Grey and the coloured lights of our huge and lovely Christmas tree. I was able to finish a lengthy and difficult chapter over the course of the hols, and have decided to join![[profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
novel_in_90 which means committing to write 750 words a day for the next 90 days, possibly finishing a novel. It seems like a good way to discipline myself to keep the momentum going. I've already written 20 thousand odd words (and they are very odd); 60,000+ more should just about do it (though I usually write about 2,000 words a day and am hoping to finish long before the April deadline).
Anyone else who's attempting to write a novel could do worse than give it a go. I was tempted to use that as a way to get me started on another novel bunny that's tearing at my limbs with big, bitey teeth, but think that might be just a BIT too much (o:
Especially as the muses have finally started biting on the sequel to Chasing Rainbows. I'd begun to wonder if I'd ever have an idea in my head about that darn story, but while I was tapping away in the wee small hours, this amazing visual image popped into what I amusingly refer to as my mind, and I'm well away, now, with the first real notes I've made in ages. So far; the evil murderer is back and Blair is away with the faries again (sorry - but you knew it had to happen ::G::), this time in a lovely, silent, snowy, Ice Queen world. Jim is very worried, biting his lip and looking terribly concerned in an intense and incredibly good-looking way. Eli will be back, too, and Henri (or maybe Simon - I haven't decided) will be in it too (cos they're not in Cascade) and they will go to the Temple again, but not until all their business is resolved in the wet and cold and snowy place.
Anyway, enough about me... ::wry smile:: I hope you all had a wonderful Christmas and New Year. Here's hoping 2007 is the best year ever for everyone out there! ::scatters feelgood vibes with gay abandon::
Yesterday was fraught and exhausting. I took down two sets of Christmas decorations - the aged P's and our own. We had a nasty drive home on a wet M62 in thick fog, dodging the ambulances from various 'incidents' (as the overhead boards like to call them). Got home to a FREEZING house; got the Rayburn lit, and the wood stove, and - even though all the radiators are now piping, banging away to themselves in a happy fashion, the house still feels chilled. ::is currently wrapped in four layers, including Damart vest::
Anyway, Christmas is over, the cake has been eaten, the port consumed and a New Year dawns. I've been getting on spankingly with my new novel; the one about a road trip across Cuba. For much of Christmas I've been getting up around 5.30 am to write while the house was quiet. I know this sounds like some extreme form of mental disorder, but I've actualy rather enjoyed it, sitting in the dark and cosy sitting room, just me and Hamish the dog, dreaming on the sofa next to me, a cup of Earl Grey and the coloured lights of our huge and lovely Christmas tree. I was able to finish a lengthy and difficult chapter over the course of the hols, and have decided to join
novel_in_90 which means committing to write 750 words a day for the next 90 days, possibly finishing a novel. It seems like a good way to discipline myself to keep the momentum going. I've already written 20 thousand odd words (and they are very odd); 60,000+ more should just about do it (though I usually write about 2,000 words a day and am hoping to finish long before the April deadline).Anyone else who's attempting to write a novel could do worse than give it a go. I was tempted to use that as a way to get me started on another novel bunny that's tearing at my limbs with big, bitey teeth, but think that might be just a BIT too much (o:
Especially as the muses have finally started biting on the sequel to Chasing Rainbows. I'd begun to wonder if I'd ever have an idea in my head about that darn story, but while I was tapping away in the wee small hours, this amazing visual image popped into what I amusingly refer to as my mind, and I'm well away, now, with the first real notes I've made in ages. So far; the evil murderer is back and Blair is away with the faries again (sorry - but you knew it had to happen ::G::), this time in a lovely, silent, snowy, Ice Queen world. Jim is very worried, biting his lip and looking terribly concerned in an intense and incredibly good-looking way. Eli will be back, too, and Henri (or maybe Simon - I haven't decided) will be in it too (cos they're not in Cascade) and they will go to the Temple again, but not until all their business is resolved in the wet and cold and snowy place.
Anyway, enough about me... ::wry smile:: I hope you all had a wonderful Christmas and New Year. Here's hoping 2007 is the best year ever for everyone out there! ::scatters feelgood vibes with gay abandon::
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And thanks for the good wishes. I hope 2007 is a great year for you and that you manage to finish your novel. ::hugs::
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Thank you Gilly. Very much appreciated. Best wishes for 2007 to you too. Good luck with the novel.
*Hugs*
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I've been here. Just not up to much commenting.
Thanks so much for the hugs. I can always use some of them.
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Today is the first day that J. has had to go to work since the Thursday before Xmas, therefore my first day alone since Mum died. Strange to get back to the ordinary routine of things. With such an empty place in my life.
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So part of your New Year's ressies must be to be an inspiration to slumps like me, hmmm? Disciplined writing, novels, sequels, plots. I hang my head in shame... I'm lucky to just make the damn coffee most days, much less tea (green, sort-of; which I would rather have, as a matter of philosophy, than coffee), although you'd think making tea wouldn't be that much bigger a challenge than making coffee, would you? Ah, well. I'm becoming resigned to the fact that the ability to make *anything* about ten times more difficult than it needs to be is my newest direction in life. ::rolls eyes at self::
Still, you give me hope. I get more Rainbows.
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Hahahahahahaaa! Oh man... If you only knew... ::slopes off giggling to self::
you'd think making tea wouldn't be that much bigger a challenge than making coffee, would you?
Now, you see - I find making coffee, which I love, much more of an effort, than making tea, which I mostly drink (I love green, too). Coffee involves all that messing around with equipment and terrifying water under pressure and stuff. With tea, you pour boiling water on some leaves - what could be simpler?
Still, you give me hope. I get more Rainbows.
Hmmm. Well, I hope you're not counting the days because it'll be a while yet. I still only have the basic idea for the plot; nothing fleshy, nothing pert or rounded about it so far. And I still have another Moonridge tale, that's about 1/3 written, to pick up and finish before I even start. )o:
How about you? Anything new on the cards? Hmmm? Hmmm? (Sorry. I'm starting to sound like the First Doctor - who, you'll notice - no one EVER slashes! (o:
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Okay, just realized how *bad* that sounded. I'm not quite ashamed enough of myself to kick the fingers over to the delete key, but sheesh.
Nah, not REALLY trying to pressure you about Rainbows. I CAN be (occasionally) patient. And since I don't have a flippin' clue about what -- if anything -- I'm actually gonna write next (playing with a couple of things, but they're mostly of the sort that I don't have the chops to write yet, and may NEVER have the chops to write), I can hardly sit here and try to guilt you out.
::blushes and admits to possibly highly embarrassing ignorance:: First Doctor? Don't know that reference...
And hey, good luck with your Transition -- may your Internet Provider be all that you hope for, and more; and may you not have to be offline for too long (I don't know about you, but I had withdrawal symptoms all day long Saturday from making myself stay away),
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Hmmm. ::rubs chin in a ponderous fashion:: that sounds very intriguing...
Oh, nothing to be embarassed about; it's Doctor Who, is all. I thought everyone was watching it now that it's become so trendy (o: The First Doc (or One) was an old man with long, white hair who looked like he'd really be much happier in his slippers, feet up, listening to a bakelite radio tuned to the Home Service (I hope that's not all hopelessly obscure???) Basically, an old man who looks like he probably smells a bit funny and is decidedly NON SLASHABLE (IMO). Unlike some of his later incarnations... ::goes to happy place::
Chasing Rainbows
YAY!
-Rachel
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