Jul. 14th, 2008

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Jul. 14th, 2008 09:01 am
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Workmate!Chris was overjoyed about being let go on Friday; he'd been wanting to leave for ages and this was the impetus he needed (and it benefited him in other ways I won't go into here) - but this doesn't change the fact that he was, in Neil's words, "The soul of downstairs"; things just won't be the same without him!

The weekend was slow and, I confess, quite boring - with Hammond bailing at the last minute we never managed to organise anything else; everyone else Joey and I tried to make plans with was already busy. I was PMS-y and hanging around the house was probably the worst thing for that, but I got in some reading, writing, and loads of cuddles (and the other things you do when it's just you and your partner, heh) and even a nice long back massage, so I can't complain. It makes for exceptionally short journal entries though.

My outline for the novel is about three cards (scenes) off being complete. It's quite a thick little handful... I have a feeling it's going to be a larger draft than I anticipated, but I intend to edit viciously. I'm too wordy and I don't like that. I'm thinking that once I have my research all done, I might as well wait and start the draft in November - I can participate in NaNoWriMo that way. It'll be the second time and it's quite necessary; I was only 2,000 words short of the 50K target the first time around in 2004, so NaNoWriMo and I have a score to settle. ;) Of course, this time the plan is to work with an outline so that the book doesn't suck.

I should add, though, that writing a sucktacular novel that you promptly hide and never show to anyone is a great learning experience; everyone should try it!

Today I'm on a quest to find a copy of Saturday's Sydney Morning Herald, as Viv has informed me that the Travel section has info on the Jenolan Caves. I'm also thinking a quest for coffee might be an idea, and as the cafe next door has both coffee and papers, well... my next step is clear!
tania: (Road to El Dorado - Tulio: Thinking)
A few weeks back I wrote a little about Joe's sleep paralysis. Anyway, last night I was woken up by a sort of guttural voice (think back to Ghostbusters and the 'Zuul' dog in Dana's fridge) but by the time I was awake enough to absorb what was happening, the voice had stopped.

IT WAS JOE. SPEAKING IN A GUTTURAL VOICE FROM THE DEPTHS OF HELL. BESIDE ME. IN BED. IN THE DARK.

I poked him (you know, as you do when your signifigant other starts speaking in tongues) and he semi-woke and said he'd been dreaming he was having sleep paralysis.

That's right. He wasn't actually HAVING sleep paralysis, no. He was dreaming he was having sleep paralysis. Apparently the growl was him trying to scare away whatever was coming after him this time. Once more for clarity: he was dreaming about having a dream that, in the dream, he thought was real, and responded (in the dream within the dream) in a way that cut through both levels of dream (real and false) back into the real world loudly enough to wake up his girlfriend.

That was so damn recursive it broke my 3am brain. It's only now, sitting here pondering the world while creating artwork designed to sucker people into gambling away their money (I just know I'm going to have to engage in some mighty awesome karma in my old age to compensate for this) that I remembered, and shuddered.

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