Why do Thursdays suck so much?

Why do I bother getting excited about anything?
At work? At home? About my novel?

Every time I get excited about something, and try to share my excitement... Someone always pisses on my parade, and frankly makes me feel like I'm two inches tall.

I am now tired, and now cranky, and in physical pain. I want to cry, and I am reminded of how much I hate Thursdays.

Early morning brainstorming

So this morning as I was getting ready for work, and also while driving to work, I had a brilliant bit of brainstorming.
So much that at one stop light, there was no way for me to stifle the giggles that resulted.
I love the concept of both the little bits of brainstorming I had, and as they are both quite seperate they will be nice little plot additions to the novel.

I have to admit, one of them very much is a dig against Stephanie Meyer and her "vampires" I'm sorry.. but really.. they aren't very good vampires in my opinion.

It shall be amusing, and I wonder how many people will get the reference? When my official website is up after the book gets published, I wonder what fan will ask that question. I look forward to it. After all, it was partly due (but not entirely, there are at least 6 other Vampire authors who inspired me either by being great, or by being horrible) to Stephanie that I was inspired to write my own novel. Very much the feeling of "Ugh, I can do better than that." I just hope time proves me right.

The other little idea was due to having Voltaire stuck in my head, and I can't believe I hadn't added him to my "Inspiration" Mix list. So that idea is partly Voltaire, and is a concept that Charlaine Harris touched on in her books. No, I am not stealing Bubba. No Elvis for me. Someone better in my opinion.
But to me it makes sense that if there are vampires, why wouldn't there be the occasional historical figure? I mean, Vampires travel through time, who's to say that they didn't live a "life" and in that life become famous, then receed back into their undead hidden lifestyle? Or who's to say that a vampire didn't run across a brilliant individual who just happened to be famous, and decide to keep them? There are so many possibilities when it comes to the whole "living forever" concept.

On a random note, I've for some odd reason started reading Laurell K Hamiliton's blog, and I have to admit... it all makes sense now. I had noticed, especially in oh... the last dozen or so books.. (... everything past the Killing Dance) that it felt very... formulaic. Well, reading her most recent blog, she basically admitted to having a formula. Also she admitted that she was Rushing because the deadline was this week. Well.. that explains so much. That explains why the books are nothing but formulaic garbage. You cannot have every book in your series be A,b,c sometimes.. you have to have A, Z, C, F, and so on. Change it up. Yes, there has to be order to it, but you don't have to always have fight;morgue scene; fight; crime scnene; final confrontation with bad guy; morgue scene as the only formula. That also shows me, that she rights all her sex scenes first. No wonder I can't stand them anymore. It's sad though, I really did enjoy her books in the begining.

I have to say, there are some days where I really do love the drive into work. Don't get me wrong. I still count down the days until I no longer have to do it. 18 months. 18 months... but today was rather beautiful. The moon was very full, I'm a bad little witch and I don't know if it is exactly full right now, or if it is just simply close. I used to be able to tell you without batting an eyelash. But.. hey.. i've been stressed. But I digress... The moon was absolutely beautiful. It was huge. It was this beautiful yellow color, and I got to see it for just about 2 minutes before I blinked and it was gone behind the mountains.

And on a random note: Happiness, is when unfortunately you have the bed all to yourself (other than the cat) and you have an electric blanket. I am now sold. If it wasn't for that blanket, I would be miserable.

Edit: Man my back hurts. It's now making me cranky. I think I really need to meditate again. I haven't in far too long. Stupid crankiness.

Another little island.

I am happy at the moment, as I wrote at least part of another scene. A scene that is like right on the brink of all the action.

This pleases me.

My little islands of text that I've been creating, are getting more and more, which means the amount of blank ocean between them is getting smaller.

Seriously, I picture it as a map of an island chain. It's the way my mind works apparently. And slowly by surely all the islands start becoming one large island instead of lots of little ones.

I have to say, of all the characters that are mentally developed (in my mind, mind you), it goes in this order Alex, Lynn, Mionette, Daniel, and a little bit of Gaz. Everyone else really is still just a dark cloud with faces. No substence yet. But I'll get there.

I am still slightly in shock that I wrote what could be the final pages. A friend of mine suggested that I write the story backwards if necessary, and that is something I thought about even before she suggested it. That way it flows.

I think I'm done rambling.
Oh, yesterday while I was stuck at work, I did look up more Beatles songs, as possible future titles. Found one or two that might work, but who knows.

Finally!

Oh my! The muse finally struck, the idea came to me last night, the words and the desire to actually write (also having the living room, and my laptop blissfully alone with no interruptions!) actually happened. And I am very pleased with the result.

But I must say, I am shocked because I think... I think I just wrote the final pages of my novel.

I don't know if I just broke one of my rules or not, but I do have to say I am pleased with the words. I guess if necessary it doesn't have to be the final pages, but if it works out that way, it will be very good.

I have several pages from the inbetween that I do need to type up, but that desire has been lacking, and now my back is aching from sitting. Honestly I do need to get a chiropractor.

As far as my other novel. The novel that I will not admit to writing at all yet... Well, I got more inspiration for that, and also even jotted down a page of dialogue and stuff. It wasn't much, but I did like it as well. I truly do look forward to officially writing that novel. airships, steampunk wonderment. It will be fun. Oh, I hadn't mentioned that I had in fact named one of my characters in it. I won't reveal the name at all here yet, simply because remember, I'm not officially writing it yet. Lol.

Hopefully this turn of events, means I'll be able to dive fully back into writing and get more of this novel finished.

I must admit, I'm still quite shocked at these being the final pages, and even more shocked at how much I like it.
I guess I must go now, and I think there is some laundry calling my name.

5 Things.. .Idea from Belle De Jour

Five things I have, but don’t want:

About 10 chairs in the house, that I never use, and none are comfortable.
A horrible call center job that will go no where, and I have to deal with idiotic people.
A cat that when cranky decides to mark the floor next to the front door. Sigh.
A cervix that may or may not still have some odd cells having a siesta on it.
A Tv with inexplicable obvious lines horizontally streaking down the top two inches of the screen.

Five things I want, but don’t have:

My own house. In the UK. With a library. And very comfortable chair that doesn’t hurt.
To not feel pain at all times.
My hunny and I together. Now.
To actually be a published author.
A large capacity for patience.

Five things I don’t have and don’t want:

A degree in computers and all the certifications that go with it.
A foot fetish.
A family member who is also my ‘best friend’.
The urge to ever eat tripe, offal, or any other ‘bits’ an animal like that.
A ‘signature scent’ (unless you count ‘mildly sweaty’).

Renewed confidence..

Today was a good day.

I've started writing again, which I have to admit is a blessed feeling. I hope that it continues throughout the rest of the day, and even in to tomorrow.

I think part of my problem, was not just due to the stress of work and every day life. But it was also the worry and the apprehension of feeling like complete and total amateur.

But, on one of my random jaunts onto Kim Harrison's website I read her most recent Drama Box posting, and she was talking about her method of writing. And about how it's evolved over time. But she specifically spoke about how she does the dialogue first, then writes the chapter. Basically filling in between the spoken parts.

I thought I was a complete amateur because I had been doing this myself. Not recently, I'll admit. I have been struggling through this current chapter, as there is not much conversation in the current spot.

But knowing that what I'm doing is well... acceptable, gives me a little hope that I won't be a complete failure at it simply because of my particular process. Now, that doesn't take away from the fact that the entire book could be a complete and total failure, but that is entirely besides the point. And a point that I'm hoping will never happen.

To be quite honest, I've been fighting a bit of stress induced depression recently, and my depression was making me feel unsure about my writing abilities.

So off again I go to write, and I now know that it's perfectly okay just to scribble down a page of a dialogue when the inspiration hits.

Thank you for those who have reminded me that I'm doing a good job.

The Dracula Dossier

http://shootingstarsmag.blogspot.com/2008/10/win-dracula-dossier.html

Contest for the book The Dracula Dossier. Looks like an interesting read, that I wouldn't mind giving a go.

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And more to update about "A Hard Day's Bite" shortly.