+1 filing cabinet
+1 box of hanging file folders
-1/2 stack of loose leaf papers littering my bedroom floor

Almost every issue of The Writer in my possession has some sort of article or brief snippet on the corner of a page concerning organization. One life-long goal/project is currently under way. Some time ago, Jamie and I spent the Target ( Read more... )

"Write!" says my brain. "Write!" say my fingers. But every time I sit down to do that, all I see is this big fat blank page. Sometimes, the page isn't always blank. Sometimes I see these words: "Hahahaha, sucker! NO!" And that's about it.

The Mutual Endeavors message board continues to disappoint. Other times it simply baffles me. 134 ( Read more... )

So National Novel Writing Month is over and done with. But I keep hearing about this little group project. Something about people turning December into Finish Your Novel Month. Gets me thinking. Do I really want to work on finishing Red Someone throughout the month of December? Not even sure I can say I'll finish it if I try, but I am ( Read more... )

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So I've got one day, twenty-two hours, and twenty minutes to decide on what the hell I want to write for NaNoWriMo. My inspiration keeps sliding back and forth between a few different ideas. At first, I was thinking of writing The Gancheod Grimoirum, which is an idea I had years ago and only ever wrote two crapass chapters for. A month ago Sarai ( Read more... )

Where has all my writing gone? Did I stuff it away in a drawer until the first of November or what? I've got this little voice in the back of my head going, "Write, bitch, write!" And all I can do is stare blankly at the screen or a scrap of paper and go, "Um ( Read more... )

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September already? It must seem like I haven't written anything at all in the past month. That's sort of true. I haven't exactly written any chapters or segments of anything of the sort for any of my stories, but I have been working on them. I have plans ( Read more... )

Just my fucking luck. I'm so fucking pissed off right now. It figures. As soon as I type in a subject for the e-mail I'm typing on, type in to send it to myself, and click SEND LATER, my computer decides to have a fucking seizure and shut down ALL my internet programs INCLUDING AOL, and I FUCKING LOSE EVERYTHING I WAS WORKING ON. Everything ( Read more... )

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