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Oct. 23rd, 2008 01:52 amI have lost the knack of staying up late. I am at 34,998 words on the current WIP, and am feeling wrung-out, attenuated, confused and hungry, but not physically hungry. Well, maybe physically hungry.
I cheated, and while waiting for Z to come home, quite late, from work, I started reading the second Kushiel book. I got somewhat absorbed into it, and read 100 pages. Finally, after dinner, I dragged my ass downstairs and read for an hour on the bike.
It hurts my ass worse and worse to ride that thing, man. I thought I'd get back into the habit of it, but no. I have a fancy gel seat that's supposed to help, but it crushes my ladybits and deforms my tailbone; I can't actually handle it, and am going to have to get a pillow or something. I really did think that I'd get used to it, but I had to stop four times during the hour and carefully put my feet on the ground and whimper as I eased the weight off my tailbone. It hurts to sit on it, but it hurts so much worse to let up on the weight. Just like when I cracked my tailbone learning how to hipcheck from Sweets first season of derby-- I could sit down, with a bit of cringing, but getting up from having sat down made me cry like a little bitch.
Anyway. Second book, I sort of like and am sort of frustrated with. I can see where the author's going. I am partially getting off on the tension between the two main characters, and kind of not. There had better fucking be payoff, is all I gotta say about that. I sort of don't like Phedre. She's just... a little much, I don't know.
So I went and skimmed back over some of the first book, and liked it better. I sort of feel bad about this exercise bike thing because I'm worried that I'd really have liked the books otherwise. Am I depriving myself?
I don't know-- nothing can really hold my attention for long because i'm writing now. Oh lordy, am I writing. It' going well. it's going fast. it makes a lot of sense. I am not afraid to plow through things. I get stuck because I don't want to totally rewrite a scene that only needs a few things changed, but so many of them need juuuust enough changed that i absolutely can't reuse anything. That's the hardest. It's dreadfully inefficient.
Anyway. I don't really do wordcounts the way I used to in my old NaNoWriMo days. (I might do it again this year. I sort of feel like the fact that everyone does it, most people lie about their wordcounts-- well, not most, but enough that there's no satisfaction in it-- in 2004 I was in the top 3 people for wordcount through almost the whole month, and it was God's own truth the whole time, but now having a freakish but plausible wordcount isn't particularly notable when so many people start off the month with 30,000 by noon on day 1, etc.-- what's the point?) But I do feel like I should go find two words somewhere.
I cheated, and while waiting for Z to come home, quite late, from work, I started reading the second Kushiel book. I got somewhat absorbed into it, and read 100 pages. Finally, after dinner, I dragged my ass downstairs and read for an hour on the bike.
It hurts my ass worse and worse to ride that thing, man. I thought I'd get back into the habit of it, but no. I have a fancy gel seat that's supposed to help, but it crushes my ladybits and deforms my tailbone; I can't actually handle it, and am going to have to get a pillow or something. I really did think that I'd get used to it, but I had to stop four times during the hour and carefully put my feet on the ground and whimper as I eased the weight off my tailbone. It hurts to sit on it, but it hurts so much worse to let up on the weight. Just like when I cracked my tailbone learning how to hipcheck from Sweets first season of derby-- I could sit down, with a bit of cringing, but getting up from having sat down made me cry like a little bitch.
Anyway. Second book, I sort of like and am sort of frustrated with. I can see where the author's going. I am partially getting off on the tension between the two main characters, and kind of not. There had better fucking be payoff, is all I gotta say about that. I sort of don't like Phedre. She's just... a little much, I don't know.
So I went and skimmed back over some of the first book, and liked it better. I sort of feel bad about this exercise bike thing because I'm worried that I'd really have liked the books otherwise. Am I depriving myself?
I don't know-- nothing can really hold my attention for long because i'm writing now. Oh lordy, am I writing. It' going well. it's going fast. it makes a lot of sense. I am not afraid to plow through things. I get stuck because I don't want to totally rewrite a scene that only needs a few things changed, but so many of them need juuuust enough changed that i absolutely can't reuse anything. That's the hardest. It's dreadfully inefficient.
Anyway. I don't really do wordcounts the way I used to in my old NaNoWriMo days. (I might do it again this year. I sort of feel like the fact that everyone does it, most people lie about their wordcounts-- well, not most, but enough that there's no satisfaction in it-- in 2004 I was in the top 3 people for wordcount through almost the whole month, and it was God's own truth the whole time, but now having a freakish but plausible wordcount isn't particularly notable when so many people start off the month with 30,000 by noon on day 1, etc.-- what's the point?) But I do feel like I should go find two words somewhere.
