Quick Update
Jan. 20th, 2010 11:02 amMy life in a nutshell: writing.
Pretty much every moment of my waking hours I've been spending working on RESURRECTION CODE (and some points of my subconscious time, too. While working out at the gym I had ideas hit me and I've dreamed about this book). So a lot of my usual life stuff has gone by the way side.
However, Shawn is in Sacramento (the place of my birth) this week for work. She's having some kind of grant project meeting in the torrental rain. Well, presumably she's actually indoors for the meeting, but the rain is fairly wicked during the coming-and-going, I've been told.
This means it's Mason and I are on our own, being mischevious. Our mischeviousness has been a bit curtailed, however, by the fact that Mason has croup. The doctor said that "croup" is actually a catch-all for any illness that comes with a barky cough, and that his version seems quite mild, though he has lost his voice.... which for my little chatty Nancy is pretty traumatic. There's no perscription for it, unless it gets worse. So he's just been hoarsy trying to explain all the excitement of having found a new level on his "Sonic" DS Lite game, which is quite heartbreakingly cute.
Our big deal was going out the Chinese Buffet last night for dinner, which Mason adores (and mama less so. I like it okay.) I realized last night that we were THOSE people. We were eating out, at a restaurant, and we both had books. I was reading Neil Asher's GRIDLINKED (which I'm really finally enjoying. It took two tries,) and Mason was reading yet-another GARFIELD.
Mason had a hard time falling asleep last night between his cough and, I think, the pop I let him have at the buffet. (Mason is allowed pop, but not usually close to bedtime.) Plus, our dear friend Sean M. Murphy stopped by for a quick chat and Mason just hung out listening to our excited chatter about story ideas, books, movies, Irish politics, and whatnot. Mason has already complained that he has a hard time shutting down his mind, and I think it was brimming last night.
This morning I woke up still angry about the STAR WARS prequels. Sometime when I have more time, I'll write about all the various ideas I have for a massive SW fanfic that would completely rewrite the stupid. Do you tell yourself stories as your falling asleep at night? I've always done this, and sometimes I think it's where some of my characters make their first appearances, as it were. But, when I'm not sort of making up original stories (soap operas, really,) I re-write the STAR WARS prequel. It's gone through a million different itterations, although it always starts with a much OLDER (read: sexier) Aniken. The reason I think that I get obsessed because there are some good seeds of ideas in the prequels. I like, for instance, that Aniken is born a slave. It makes sense for who he becomes.
Anyway, I can't go on about this now because I'm meeting
naomikritzer in a few minutes at another coffee shop. Though I should probably write it all down at some point so that it gets out of my head.
Oh, and appropo of nothing RESURRECTION CODE is either going to be the kind of book that will be nominated for the Tiptree or start "Trans FAIL."
Pretty much every moment of my waking hours I've been spending working on RESURRECTION CODE (and some points of my subconscious time, too. While working out at the gym I had ideas hit me and I've dreamed about this book). So a lot of my usual life stuff has gone by the way side.
However, Shawn is in Sacramento (the place of my birth) this week for work. She's having some kind of grant project meeting in the torrental rain. Well, presumably she's actually indoors for the meeting, but the rain is fairly wicked during the coming-and-going, I've been told.
This means it's Mason and I are on our own, being mischevious. Our mischeviousness has been a bit curtailed, however, by the fact that Mason has croup. The doctor said that "croup" is actually a catch-all for any illness that comes with a barky cough, and that his version seems quite mild, though he has lost his voice.... which for my little chatty Nancy is pretty traumatic. There's no perscription for it, unless it gets worse. So he's just been hoarsy trying to explain all the excitement of having found a new level on his "Sonic" DS Lite game, which is quite heartbreakingly cute.
Our big deal was going out the Chinese Buffet last night for dinner, which Mason adores (and mama less so. I like it okay.) I realized last night that we were THOSE people. We were eating out, at a restaurant, and we both had books. I was reading Neil Asher's GRIDLINKED (which I'm really finally enjoying. It took two tries,) and Mason was reading yet-another GARFIELD.
Mason had a hard time falling asleep last night between his cough and, I think, the pop I let him have at the buffet. (Mason is allowed pop, but not usually close to bedtime.) Plus, our dear friend Sean M. Murphy stopped by for a quick chat and Mason just hung out listening to our excited chatter about story ideas, books, movies, Irish politics, and whatnot. Mason has already complained that he has a hard time shutting down his mind, and I think it was brimming last night.
This morning I woke up still angry about the STAR WARS prequels. Sometime when I have more time, I'll write about all the various ideas I have for a massive SW fanfic that would completely rewrite the stupid. Do you tell yourself stories as your falling asleep at night? I've always done this, and sometimes I think it's where some of my characters make their first appearances, as it were. But, when I'm not sort of making up original stories (soap operas, really,) I re-write the STAR WARS prequel. It's gone through a million different itterations, although it always starts with a much OLDER (read: sexier) Aniken. The reason I think that I get obsessed because there are some good seeds of ideas in the prequels. I like, for instance, that Aniken is born a slave. It makes sense for who he becomes.
Anyway, I can't go on about this now because I'm meeting
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Oh, and appropo of nothing RESURRECTION CODE is either going to be the kind of book that will be nominated for the Tiptree or start "Trans FAIL."