Today ends a week of dental hell, but it finds me off the pain meds and back on the novel.
I am still buzzing from the chapter I just wrote — it’s the turning point of the story and it all starts rumbling toward the end like an avalanche from here on out.
The final third of a novel is, to me, the most enjoyable part to write.
Not only was a chupacabra caught on tape by a police officer in Texas…
But it also appears we have a real bigfoot specimen to be unveiled this coming Friday at a news conference…
Next I suppose a monster will wash up on the shores of Loch Ness?
UPDATE: The Bigfoot body was a hoax. The chupacabra appears not to be a hoax. Yay for the chupacabra, and boo boo boo to the jackasses and their stupid bigfoot suit filled with roadkill guts.
How 1984 is this? Decades after his death, George Orwell now has a blog.
Starting tomorrow, the organization who runs The Orwell Prize will begin publishing Orwell’s diaries, each diary entry to be published exactly seventy years after it was written.
Now that’s some serious network lag.
Lord help me, I would never, ever want to get slapdashed upon the foul.
– From William Gibson’s Blog
I’m publically challenging myself to finish the first draft of this novel I’m working on in two weeks. That’s about 45,000 words I’ll need to write by mid August. My own mini NaNoWriMo.
I’m putting this out in public so as to make myself accountable to the world, at large. Hopefully this will help swat back that little demon inside me that tries to convince me that every other thing in my world is more important and pressing than working on my manuscript. I swear, my mind even tries to get me to re-arrange the furnature, rather than sitting at the keyboard and writing.
UPDATE 8/13/2008 – I’m not going to be able to finish it, partially because one of my molars crumbled resulting in me being high on codeine for the past three days. However, I have put over 20,000 words on it so far, and will probably be able to resume writing tonight.
The other reason has to do with my subconscious full-on fighting me about it. I’ve taken notes. Look for an article coming up sometime in the next few weeks detailing all the things your mind will do to keep you from writing.
Overheard during lunch today: “No matter how much I eat, I’m still thirsty.”