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*blinks blearily at the screen*
Nov. 20th, 2008 08:40 amSome day, I'll get a full night's sleep. But last night was not that night.
I haven't kept up on my NaNo wordcount and today, that fact pisses me the hell off. I'm going to try and pound some wordcount today, no matter how much I don't want to. I need to finish this fucking novel. I need to just fucking finish it. I'm so tired of this trilogy, but it won't leave me alone. I started this trudge in 1996. The first book took forever to write. The second went down in a year. This last? Broken Rainbow? It's now coming up on a year. I want to be done. Done, done, done.
Rewrites I can handle. Revisions too. It's just that this novel is uphill both fucking ways. I don't know why. It just is. And I can't shake the feeling that I'm writing utter fucking garbage. Which I must ignore and just finish the damn thing.
I wish I was at home, on the couch, with a cup of tea and the ability to just doze for another two hours.
And I want to go to Dickens Faire in SF and I don't know how we could even remotely afford it.
And that's enough bitching for me. My memory cards shipped yesterday. In a few days, I'll be back up and running, gods willing.
I haven't kept up on my NaNo wordcount and today, that fact pisses me the hell off. I'm going to try and pound some wordcount today, no matter how much I don't want to. I need to finish this fucking novel. I need to just fucking finish it. I'm so tired of this trilogy, but it won't leave me alone. I started this trudge in 1996. The first book took forever to write. The second went down in a year. This last? Broken Rainbow? It's now coming up on a year. I want to be done. Done, done, done.
Rewrites I can handle. Revisions too. It's just that this novel is uphill both fucking ways. I don't know why. It just is. And I can't shake the feeling that I'm writing utter fucking garbage. Which I must ignore and just finish the damn thing.
I wish I was at home, on the couch, with a cup of tea and the ability to just doze for another two hours.
And I want to go to Dickens Faire in SF and I don't know how we could even remotely afford it.
And that's enough bitching for me. My memory cards shipped yesterday. In a few days, I'll be back up and running, gods willing.
