Pfuh. Posted this in the wrong journal. Being a dork, I'll just edit it and keep it as a different post. Me = so thriftie! Wait, that's not thrift, that's just weird.
Dave pitched me an idea for a book he actually wants to co-write with me. Imagine this: A witty and gifted writer who entirely eclipses me in any attempt at humor. A man with an attention span and ability to focus on a project like you wouldn't believe. A man who can stare holes in binary code with the lasers that are his eyeballs. And a human being I adore above pretty much any other, and with whom I work well.
He does the funny, the outline, the plot twists, and the backend coding on the site where we experimentally publish it as a 50-cents-a-chapter serial.
I do the bulk of the writing.
That would be the awesomest project ever.
Now we just need a pen name.
Well, I'm going to finish this novel first, and he's going to, well, finish his Bachelor's degree. But maybe over Christmas. If I'm not working my ass off. Possibly even if I am. As long as I'm not writing for work, I can write at home. Provided I'm not too tired to have ideas. And in this case-- don't need 'em, he's got 'em all.
Anyhow, I'm excited about that. And tired of this. My pacing is off, and the damn thing's never going to be the right length. Scenes that should be exciting are flat; scenes that aren't exciting are too long.
And
limmenel hates me. Just kidding-- wanted to see if anyone was paying attention.
Anyhow, today's excerpt:
In which Our Hero is a total nancy-boy, and Our Heroine literally saves herself, and not just for marriage.
this being the edited part, I removed the excerpt. Because that's how I am. I'll put in a cut somewhere else. The excerpt was pretty sweet. You're all missing out on it and on all kinds of other novelwritingy goodness by not being
treigylgweith's friend. Actually the journal entries amuse me and the excerpts are sort of indifferent. but that's just the stage i'm at. But anyway, as I mention later in the post, you just totally missed out on reading the part where my heroine does something decidedly unpleasant with a knife when she decides that people need to stop with the chasing and with the holding sharp things to her neck and other associated bullshit. Oy,
So, on to the positives. It's 2:30 am and I'm not asleep, which is maybe positive but probably not. Also,
Yes, I stopped with less than 100 words to go to 37,000. I only just noticed that.
And on an entirely different note, I was playing with my music page, and put up the file for this song (which was actually only playing by coincidence when I posted this). So:
Switchblade.
it's one of Roger Clyne's sad little drunk-Mexico story-songs, and I just love this one. Also, it's somewhat appropriate, given the subject matter of part of the excerpt. (Somebody buried a switchblade / in each of my friends.) Clyne's voice is also gorgeous. Did I mention.
Right-click and 'save to desktop' or whatever, and give it a listen. it's about 6.6 MB. I love this album and this band.
Mmmyep. Onea these days i'ma gonna figure out how this livejournal thing works, and post to the right journal sometime. i been doin this a lot.
OK, weird-- I put in an lj-cut, and it's just not there. No error, no nothing; it's just as if I never typed it in. I swear to God I know how to type that. I was trying to put the music behind a cut so as not to offend the anti-piracy folks, but the cut, after four edits, is just not there. Go fucking figure; I am too fried to have any fucking clue why on earth that would happen. Dude. And I was trying to save myself agony with all this.
Just went to the FAQ and copied and pasted their code to do an lj-cut, and it ain't showin' up. It's there, when I edit the entry, but when I view the entry? Not there.
Go fucking figure; I give up.
Dave pitched me an idea for a book he actually wants to co-write with me. Imagine this: A witty and gifted writer who entirely eclipses me in any attempt at humor. A man with an attention span and ability to focus on a project like you wouldn't believe. A man who can stare holes in binary code with the lasers that are his eyeballs. And a human being I adore above pretty much any other, and with whom I work well.
He does the funny, the outline, the plot twists, and the backend coding on the site where we experimentally publish it as a 50-cents-a-chapter serial.
I do the bulk of the writing.
That would be the awesomest project ever.
Now we just need a pen name.
Well, I'm going to finish this novel first, and he's going to, well, finish his Bachelor's degree. But maybe over Christmas. If I'm not working my ass off. Possibly even if I am. As long as I'm not writing for work, I can write at home. Provided I'm not too tired to have ideas. And in this case-- don't need 'em, he's got 'em all.
Anyhow, I'm excited about that. And tired of this. My pacing is off, and the damn thing's never going to be the right length. Scenes that should be exciting are flat; scenes that aren't exciting are too long.
And
Anyhow, today's excerpt:
In which Our Hero is a total nancy-boy, and Our Heroine literally saves herself, and not just for marriage.
this being the edited part, I removed the excerpt. Because that's how I am. I'll put in a cut somewhere else. The excerpt was pretty sweet. You're all missing out on it and on all kinds of other novelwritingy goodness by not being
So, on to the positives. It's 2:30 am and I'm not asleep, which is maybe positive but probably not. Also,
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Yes, I stopped with less than 100 words to go to 37,000. I only just noticed that.
And on an entirely different note, I was playing with my music page, and put up the file for this song (which was actually only playing by coincidence when I posted this). So:
Switchblade.
went down to Mexico on the 4th of July
got a tattoo of a moth and a butterfly
had a little time to burn, a little money to spend
so i bought a switchblade for each of my friends.
[...]
they were sharp enough to stab another hole in the sky
hard enough to make the proudest diamond sigh
faster than the rockets on the 4th of july
strong and cruel enough to make a statue of Mary cry
it's one of Roger Clyne's sad little drunk-Mexico story-songs, and I just love this one. Also, it's somewhat appropriate, given the subject matter of part of the excerpt. (Somebody buried a switchblade / in each of my friends.) Clyne's voice is also gorgeous. Did I mention.
Right-click and 'save to desktop' or whatever, and give it a listen. it's about 6.6 MB. I love this album and this band.
Mmmyep. Onea these days i'ma gonna figure out how this livejournal thing works, and post to the right journal sometime. i been doin this a lot.
OK, weird-- I put in an lj-cut, and it's just not there. No error, no nothing; it's just as if I never typed it in. I swear to God I know how to type that. I was trying to put the music behind a cut so as not to offend the anti-piracy folks, but the cut, after four edits, is just not there. Go fucking figure; I am too fried to have any fucking clue why on earth that would happen. Dude. And I was trying to save myself agony with all this.
Just went to the FAQ and copied and pasted their code to do an lj-cut, and it ain't showin' up. It's there, when I edit the entry, but when I view the entry? Not there.
Go fucking figure; I give up.
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Date: 2004-11-10 05:19 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-11-10 05:22 pm (UTC)I'm wishing he'd suggested this a YEAR ago. We both had TIME then. It's going to be an awesome project, but it's going to be very time-consuming, and neither of us has the time to be consumed.
Oh well. We'll squeeze it in. We've collaborated on things before but have never finished them for want of time; I'm hoping this one is interesting enough that we can get through it eventually.