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Yup, it’s about that time again, when the protagonist’s overabundance of self-pity overwhelms even her own ability to tolerate it! You know what my problem is? I haven’t written anything new in nearly two weeks. That’s enough to make me batshit. See you all on Monday. “One of the things that draws writers to writing […]

OK, I need to stop whining. I need to get my shit together, or nothing is ever going to get done, nothing is every going to change. Deep breath.

Remind me again why we all get into relationships again and again and again when all of them just end up hurting you and somebody you love again and again and again? Isn’t the definition of insanity doing the same thing over and over again and expecting a different result?

Blame the Spice Girls? (via Twisty) Barbara Ehrenreich has a blog! (thanks, Jenn) And if you haven’t read this bit about “choice feminism” from Linda Hirshman, you should. (also via Twisty) Yawning Lion defines feminism (ohhhh yes, the feminist sex wars continue! For the record, I think trying to force yourself to be a lesbian

I somehow managed to do nothing today. I tried to work on some line edits in a vain attempt to get tDW fucking finished. Instead, every chapter, every paragraph, every line, every word, looked wrong. I needed to start over. Trash it and start again. It was one of those days. I realized it wasn’t

My buddy Patrick has finally given in to peer pressure and got himself a blog. Well, OK, it’s an LJ. But that shouldn’t encourage ya’ll to think any less of him… heh heh

Why did I spend four pages getting the characters from the scholars’ quarters to dinner with the Patron when the maze-like layout of the keep has absolutely no bearing on anything that happens with the plot? Oh, yea, cause, “Someday it might!” Cut, cut, cut.

… and writing about llamas. Llamas, llamas, llamas. A fun word to spell, anyway. Ah, the things I do for money! Watched Ride with the Devil last night. Ohhh… Jonathan Rhys-Meyers with long hair. Still an asshole, sadly. But oh! Long hair. Also, probably the best line ever in response to the “Are you a

God, these things are such crap, but I’m not doing much else today… You scored as Either. You brain is neither specifically male nor female in the way you perceive things. As bad as this sounds it can easily mean that you are capable of combining both gender aspects to your advantage. Rather than being

Damn, that place was swanky! 35th floor, downtown, conference room with the big view of the city, everybody in slacks and ties and the whole nine yards. It seemed to go well. I certainly wouldn’t mind working there. Though I definately won’t be blogging *anything* about work if I end up there. I suspect there