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itsallovernow) wrote2003-07-01 11:37 am
itsallovernow) wrote2003-07-01 11:37 am
Cranky and bleary eyed and really, really whiny
I stayed up until 2 a.m. reading Harry Potter. Someone should have warned me (oh wait, those 8,000 people who had the book in their hands at midnight last week kinda did). Now, I am tired, very tired, and I'm still not finished with the frelling book. I'm loving it though. I started reading it at midnight because I was going to watch ITLD 2, and SciFi, in their infinite glory and goodwill changed the frigging schedule. I hate them. There are just no other words to describe it. Loathe, abhor, detest, just not as solid as hate. According to the scifi.com, they'll now be airing Farscape on Sundays, at midnight ET/PT. They couldn't have waited until the rest of Season 3 aired? This is also annoying because I promised to send my Dad Season 4 with the idea that I could retape it over the next month, and now that is less of an option. I can still send it to him, but I'll never get the tapes back.
Then, I try and drive up Laurel Canyon this morning, which is fairly essential for me getting to work, and they're doing construction all over it. Every day said construction gets worse and the impatient drivers have to navigate these series of twists and turns between tiny orange cones. Apparently, it is one construction workers job to run out and set the cones right after they are inevitably knocked over by the cars that are the same width as the passage way outlined by the cones.
And I'm proving to be a failure at plot. Well, that's not true, I'm just feeling overwhelmed and discouraged and want to hide from finishing Blue Eyes because I can see where I want it to go, I've written story notes about where I want it to go, and instead, I keep doling out the same info over and over again. I talk big about the joys of editing, how the story is really written at that stage, that before then it is just words on paper, but that is a little hard to take when you read your own stuff and just want to bang your head on the desk or weep because it's just not doing what you want it to do. I've been spoiled. The other stories have been easy to write because they are plot-lite. I kind of want to scrap what I have and start over with omniscent. I just don't know. Sigh.
And I'm feeling very whiny today, which there is no excuse for. I'm feeling sorry for myself in that, I'll never be a success, never have babies, write a novel, be the best at anything way which is legitimate, but just plain annoying for anyone around me.
And, my summer vacation is over. I have returned to the world of teenagers. French, Algebra, Latin, and test prep. Le Sigh. At least it pays the bills. If only writing freelance articles was as easy as teaching. I want someone to call and say I need an article on belly dancing for next Tuesday, and about the effects of the budget cuts on education for the following week. Nope. It just doesn't.
M. has a sort of girlfriend, and G. went out on a date. These things shouldn't be distressing for me. I should be happy for both of them. I'm feeling pouty and jealous instead, more of G. than of M. When you live with a boy you're not sleeping with, his flaws are pretty hard to overlook.
I want new music, and I want new DVD's, and I need a haircut desperately because it now hits at my waist and looks like a curly red animal shed it's coat on my head. But I don't have any money because I've been playing for the last two weeks.
None of these things are desperate or life threatening. I do know this. So, because I'm tired of listening to myself whine, things that have made me happy in the past two days:
Sitting by the pool drinking silly summer drinks.
Getting free Pineapple/Aloe lip gloss from the cutey boy at Jamba Juice because I wanted to know what it smelled like. It smells like pineapple dumdums.
The beginning kiss in the LATP trilogy, as well as the ending kiss. They're just so pretty, those two. Shut up, I had to watch it again for research:)
Rygel saying "I'm no one's puppet."
The fact that on last count,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kixxa had 91 replies all discussing clotheless John Crichton.
That if I wanted to, and I so do, I could return my hair to it's glorydays of being Manic Panic crayola red. I have some in the cupboard at home for emergencies.
That Truly, Madly, Deeply still makes me cry.
Watching War of Corprophages this weekend. Because I always laugh when Scully asks, Are you sure it wasn't a girly scream?
The Futurama episode when Bender goes on tour with Beck, for so many reasons.
That some time in the near future,fbf andcrankygrrl will have trading card porn for me (well, and for the rest of you too)!
The jacarandas bloomed really late this year, and are still raining down their pale purple leaves which get ground into the sidewalk and look like a carpet of purple chalk dust.
ETA: I forgot two important things.
I'm wearing my favorite t-shirt, which is of a pinup girl kneeling on a bale of hay which says Farm Girl underneath.
I bought a strapless sundress and C. fixed it so that I don't have to wear a bra. Not wearing a bra always makes the day better
Then, I try and drive up Laurel Canyon this morning, which is fairly essential for me getting to work, and they're doing construction all over it. Every day said construction gets worse and the impatient drivers have to navigate these series of twists and turns between tiny orange cones. Apparently, it is one construction workers job to run out and set the cones right after they are inevitably knocked over by the cars that are the same width as the passage way outlined by the cones.
And I'm proving to be a failure at plot. Well, that's not true, I'm just feeling overwhelmed and discouraged and want to hide from finishing Blue Eyes because I can see where I want it to go, I've written story notes about where I want it to go, and instead, I keep doling out the same info over and over again. I talk big about the joys of editing, how the story is really written at that stage, that before then it is just words on paper, but that is a little hard to take when you read your own stuff and just want to bang your head on the desk or weep because it's just not doing what you want it to do. I've been spoiled. The other stories have been easy to write because they are plot-lite. I kind of want to scrap what I have and start over with omniscent. I just don't know. Sigh.
And I'm feeling very whiny today, which there is no excuse for. I'm feeling sorry for myself in that, I'll never be a success, never have babies, write a novel, be the best at anything way which is legitimate, but just plain annoying for anyone around me.
And, my summer vacation is over. I have returned to the world of teenagers. French, Algebra, Latin, and test prep. Le Sigh. At least it pays the bills. If only writing freelance articles was as easy as teaching. I want someone to call and say I need an article on belly dancing for next Tuesday, and about the effects of the budget cuts on education for the following week. Nope. It just doesn't.
M. has a sort of girlfriend, and G. went out on a date. These things shouldn't be distressing for me. I should be happy for both of them. I'm feeling pouty and jealous instead, more of G. than of M. When you live with a boy you're not sleeping with, his flaws are pretty hard to overlook.
I want new music, and I want new DVD's, and I need a haircut desperately because it now hits at my waist and looks like a curly red animal shed it's coat on my head. But I don't have any money because I've been playing for the last two weeks.
None of these things are desperate or life threatening. I do know this. So, because I'm tired of listening to myself whine, things that have made me happy in the past two days:
Sitting by the pool drinking silly summer drinks.
Getting free Pineapple/Aloe lip gloss from the cutey boy at Jamba Juice because I wanted to know what it smelled like. It smells like pineapple dumdums.
The beginning kiss in the LATP trilogy, as well as the ending kiss. They're just so pretty, those two. Shut up, I had to watch it again for research:)
Rygel saying "I'm no one's puppet."
The fact that on last count,
kixxa had 91 replies all discussing clotheless John Crichton.That if I wanted to, and I so do, I could return my hair to it's glorydays of being Manic Panic crayola red. I have some in the cupboard at home for emergencies.
That Truly, Madly, Deeply still makes me cry.
Watching War of Corprophages this weekend. Because I always laugh when Scully asks, Are you sure it wasn't a girly scream?
The Futurama episode when Bender goes on tour with Beck, for so many reasons.
That some time in the near future,
fbf andcrankygrrl will have trading card porn for me (well, and for the rest of you too)!The jacarandas bloomed really late this year, and are still raining down their pale purple leaves which get ground into the sidewalk and look like a carpet of purple chalk dust.
ETA: I forgot two important things.
I'm wearing my favorite t-shirt, which is of a pinup girl kneeling on a bale of hay which says Farm Girl underneath.
I bought a strapless sundress and C. fixed it so that I don't have to wear a bra. Not wearing a bra always makes the day better
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Omniscient is *really really hard* to do well. Really. What I would suggest is that you limit your pov characters to no more than 2.
Something to consider: CJ Cherryh and Dunnett *always* write from the pov of the person who understands the least about a given situation. In which case I'd suggest going with John and Anix, because John doesn't understand the political situation that well, and Anix doesn't understand the emotional situation. That way you can confuse them and the reader at the same time *g*.
Anyway, sitting by the pool drinking silly drinks sounds lovely.
Re:
I like the idea of writing from just the two POV's because the multiple is just getting messy and slow. I just love writing D'Argo, and Aeryn is easy for me to write. John is a given, though. He has to be at least one of POV characters if the plot is going to unfold the way I want it to. I'm wary about making Anix the only other one because I don't want her to become, well Mary sueish, isn't the right term, but too OC to be believable, but she could tell a lot of the backstory. Hmmm. It's definitely something to think about. And I love the idea of confusing the characters and the readers simulataneously:)
Thanks for the suggestions!
Sun, pool, frou frou drinks - it's hard to beat. Unless there are cabana boys:)