Just finished all my carnival work for the day. I guess it's time to write, huh?

There are things that thirtysomethings with bad backs really shouldn't contemplate doing.

This is one of them.

But it wouldn't hurt to start the pre-Parkour training workout, would it? Especially if I'm working out anyway?

Dude. My job is over. I have a severance payment in the bank and a dog at my feet and life is really, really good.

VEG

Now the thing is to stop monkeying with the outline and start actually working on the stoopud redraft.

Well, it took joining Robert McKee-anetics, but I have a good, solid outline now, 2 pages in length, with rising and falling tension, shifting values, the works.

This may yet happen. Especially if I stop blogging and make with the word-count.

THE BOOK MEME, assigned to me by thisisnotanlj and dirtylibrarian
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So, on Mike Doughty's blog, back in the archives, there's entry about another musician, also named Doughty, whose work is listed on ITunes, and whose songs have names like "Gandalf's Guitar Garden" and "Hermit Thrush." The title of the entry is "I Once Heard Don Byron Say, 'Man, I can't get with that 'yeedle-deedle-deedle shit.'" ( Read more... )

Oh God, I am just about to do another read-and-re-outline on my novel. I'm sick of it, sick, sick, sick, and I only have about 30g words to go before I have a completed draft-- just two weeks of output, really, if only I can pin the $#$5 thing down ( Read more... )

Hey gang,

I find myself in possession of an extra ticket to see Mike Doughty at Neumo's tomorrow eve. Anyone want it?

Why?

Here's why.

Thank heavenly God I still have friends who are stupid enough for this kind of thing.

Now, I really want to stay up and write, instead of going to bed so that I can be a good worker bee in the a.m. Hrrm. Thing is, I know that if I really start flogging the dog on this job, I'll never, ever stop.