So, that notebook that has been sitting on my coffee table for the last week? Has now vomited papers and outlines and diagrams all over my living room. It's probably a good thing that I don't have a roommate at the moment, because I can no longer see the walls of my living room.

Apparently I'm a very visual reviser. I've got one wall full of timelines, one with character profiles, one with notes, and one with maps and scene layouts and diagrams. It's kind of creepily reminiscent of those serial killer wall of fames they show in shows like CSI and Law and Order. Which, considering I'm writing about a serial killer, is making things interesting. I really kind of hope no one decides to come by to say hello. I'm a bit concerned they'd call the cops or something. Seriously. I have three murders and subsequent body dumps painstakingly detailed on my living room wall. I'm just waiting for the photos I took of the places I intended to turn into crime scenes to get developed and added to the chaos. It's a little uncomfortable how fucking creepy I feel at the moment.

Though I got a kick out of driving around with my parents last week and all of a sudden pointing out the window and saying "I killed a guy there!" A fictional person, anyway. You get the weirdest looks from people...

However, now I have this strange desire to go and buy a disposable camera with which to take pictures of my new wallpaper. Mainly because no one seems to believe me when I describe it to them. Also because I am a very strange person. But we knew that one already.

And I'm sure some day I'm going to learn that I'm not nearly as interesting at two in the morning as I seem to think I am...

So I have decided that it is entirely unfair how much more daunting it is to start editing a work than it is to start something entirely new. Seriously. Completely unfair.

Yeah. My notebook with all my Dacnomania stuff has been sitting on my coffee table for nearly a week, just waiting for me to get around to even think about editing it.

It'll happen. Eventually. Promise. *emphatic nods*

At least, that's what I keep telling myself...

It doesn't help that I'm now going from the paranormal story I was writing for NaNo back to my gritty crime drama from last year's NaNo. This is going to be interesting. Well, once I actually get around to starting, at least...

On an unrelated and much less whiny note, I seem to have become a bit fascinated by the show NCIS lately. I'd say I'm not entirely sure why, but that would be a horrible lie. It's pretty much because I kind of adore Ducky and Abby. Seriously. I think I want to be Ducky when I grow up...

Though I'm still a CSI girl first and foremost.

Also? My dishwasher has committed appliance-suicide. It spewed dirty water all over my kitchen floor today. This was not pleasant. At all. I'm now out of clean towels, which is really going to suck tomorrow morning after my shower. Hmm. I should probably do laundry or something, shouldn't I? But there's a plumber coming tomorrow which means I have to actually clean my apartment so that I'm not horribly embarrassed when he shows up. Speaking of daunting tasks...

Yeah...and that was the utterly uninteresting account of my life lately! Because everyone needed to know about my plumbing problems. It's true. You know you were fascinated.

So, it's two in the morning and I haven't slept in twenty seven hours. Is it showing yet?

Okay, so this is later than it really has any right to be and is much less complete and coherent than my reviews usually are (which is really saying something, come to think about it...), but imagines asked and she really should learn not to encourage me...

And so, without further ado, ( Supernatural 5x13 Episode Review )

Look! I'm alive! It's been...what, a few weeks? Oops. Huh. End of NaNo + finals week + going home for winter break + dealing with Christmas = not really much time for LJ. However. Just saw End of Time. And ohmyfuckinggod. I cannot wait for part two next week. It will be FUCKING AMAZING. It's true. Seriously.( Squee. And Series Four/End of Time spoilers. And Torchwood CoE spoilers. And epic amounts of squee. And abuse of the Caps Lock key... )

Wow. I exist again. This is a bit strange.

So, spent almost two weeks horribly sick and my word count is in the toilet. I have three days to write over twenty thousand words. This is going to be fun. And not in the good way - in the oh-dear-lord-I'm-going-to-DIE kind of way. Meh. I'll manage. Of course, I would probably manage better if I were, you know, writing my novel instead of updating LJ, but whatever.

I? Am pretty much the most awesome big sister ever. My little brother and I spent the last week having sibling bonding time watching Torchwood and fangirling. It was brilliant and he's addicted and moving on to Who, so I consider my work here done. Go me.

My novel? Is completely insane. As is my main character. Also, obsessive and neurotic and oh god how the hell have I managed to write such a tight-ass character without losing it? It's freakin' bizarre. Though I have Maddie to keep me sane as she yells at her sister for being a neurotic idiot.

I will possibly have more to say as I get farther into my epic weekend o' writing DOOM. We shall see. For now, I should probably ban myself from the internets in order to actually accomplish something...

Words written today: Er...0?
Episodes of Torchwood watched today: 3...
Hours slept: way too many...
Mood: Not Good

Today? Was not a good day.

...That is all.

Yeah. Today? Was not my most productive day ever. Didn't even manage to make word count, but I have enough of a buffer that I'm not all that concerned about that part. I'm more concerned with the fact that imagines won't stop writing so I can catch up, dammit!

Ahem. That didn't happen.

Though I did manage to watch, like eight episodes of Torchwood today (which is, actually, exactly why I utterly failed to hit word count, but whatever...) and oh my God. I am so freakin' in love with this show, you have no idea.

( Spoiler-y (Through, like 2.03? I think?) ridiculous fangirling for Torchwood! )

On a more writing-inspired note, GAH! Though I'm finally getting to a point where I have more than one character in a scene at any given point (I'm not counting Maddie here, as she's dead and a voice in Becca's head and therefore is kind of useless when it comes to giving me any sort of movement or description. There are only so many times I can say "she sounded exasperated" or "I had the feeling that, had I been able to see her, Maddie would be glaring at me right now..." before it starts to get a little repetitive. But now I'm nearly to the point where I get Becca and Larry-Thorn in the same place at the same time! This is exciting, people! EXCITING!

Speaking of Larry-Thorn, I finally gave up and decided Thorn could be his last name and I'll just give him an embarrassing first name to make up for it. Because, really, if your name is, like, Stewart Thorn, wouldn't you want to go by your last name? 'Cause I would. [Note: No offense meant to anyone whose name is actually Stewart. This is not a bad name. However, Larry-Thorn (and I am going to continue calling him this, even though I have a reasonable explanation for his ridiculous name, simply because it amuses me...) has some issues and would not appreciate being referred to by any sort of name that does not sound suitably kick-ass. (I think he's actually compensating for the fact that he's kind of a geek and not really at all kick-ass, but don't tell him I said that...)]

And wow. That was really kind of a rambly pair of notes. Oh well. I suppose I'm trying to make up for my dismal word count today, but whatever. It's not important...

So I spent a good three hours today trying to get one damned scene to not sound like an entirely out of character infodump. It was Not Fun. And my main character is possibly about to track down some LSD. I don't even want to know why she wants LSD. Jesus. You think you know a girl...

Also hammered out some details regarding the world itself, which, you know, is nice. Go me. Of course, it's still lacking a name, but whatever. I'll figure something out. It only took me...a week to figure out the world itself. Whatever. Don't even care.

So my dead girl? Is definitely wandering around places where dead people can't go. Like, literally. They're physically incapable of passing the boundaries. Why is she there? Forget that, how is she there? Gah!

Plot holes. Oh my God, the plot holes. Everywhere. It's terrible. And more than a bit daunting. However, I do not care. That is what December is for. Or January, considering I'm probably going to be dead to writing for most of December, but whatever.

I did get to use the word/creature/whatever sceadugenga, which pretty much means I win at life. And my supposedly-not-very-intelligent character gets to be all kick-ass and informed and *smart* (and maybe just a bit smug about knowing something her sister didn't, but whatever. She's allowed...) It's wonderful.

Also? My main character? Is definitely a 23 year old virgin. I just found this out about twenty minutes ago. I was really rather surprised. She will also probably end the novel a 23 year old virgin (Yeah. My two main characters are sisters. I don't think anyone's getting laid in this one...). I think this is a first for me. Huh.

Um. Yeah. I think that's about it. I've apparently doubled my number of FreeCell games on this computer in the last week, but whatever. See how much I don't care.

Huh. So this sleep deprivation thing? It's great for your productivity until all of a sudden all that sleep you haven't been getting for three days catches up to you at once and you pass out for a good fourteen hours...

...Yeah. I didn't get much accomplished today.

However, I no longer look frighteningly similar to a week-old corpse, either. Which I suppose my roommate appreciates.

So, I definitely was trying to explain my issues with my novel to a friend today and summarized it with something to the effect of "now my goodie-two-shoes MC has found a gun stashed in her younger sister's apartment, there are Nordic ghosts running around trying to off people, and I have a random character who wasn't supposed to exist and is adamant that his name is Thorn. That name annoys me, so I call him Larry. He doesn't like that."

And then I realized how much of a freak I sounded like and had to go sit down for a minute.

Also? I think my roommate thinks I have, like, fangirl-Tourettes or something, considering the ridiculous amounts of sqees and "Aww!"'s and "OMFGGAHARGHOMG!"'s coming out of my room as I get caught up on my shows. It's kind of hilarious, really.

Um... I think that is all. Very little new to report on the noveling front, considering I barely made word count today. Though my main character did decide to have a complete mental breakdown about five hundred words into today's writing. Oh well. It'll make for a good word count boost. Even if she's being really whiny and emo about it and I kind of want to smack her. Or chuck another ghost at her or something. Make her snap out of it. But then she'd probably die and then I'd be left without the most-main of my main characters. Or a narrator. And that would be bad. So I'm stuck listening to her bitch for the next I don't even know how many words. It's kinda sucky. However, I shall prevail! Maybe I'll bring in Larry-Thorn early and have *him* smack some sense into her...

Also, my dead main character is incapable of sticking around one scene long enough to play exposition-girl, which is pretty impressive considering the fact that she's, you know, *dead*. Whatever.

Er. That was far more rambly than usual. I blame my lack of sleep deprivation. Huh.

 

( Supernatural Episode Review and Fangirling! )

 

 

 

Got a fair amount written today. Not as much as I had hoped, but that's because my characters are idiots and end up changing their entire life stories at the drop of a hat.

Also? I think this sleep deprivation game is hitting unhealthy levels. Seriously, this is reaching the point of Not Good. However,  my word count and FreeCell stats are loving it.

So, one of my main characters (the dead-ish one, not the living ones) definitely knows way more than she should. What the hell, Maddie? She was supposed to be as clueless as her sister, but apparently she's been playing in the underworld (name pending...) for months now without telling Becca. Not cool, babe.

On a completely different topic, I was writing today at the library for a change of scenery and halfway through a sentence had a ridiculously powerful and entirely unexpected urge to stand up and announce "I am the Prophet Chuck!"

...Dude, I don't even know. Luckily, common sense prevailed and I kept my epic loser-dom from becoming common knowledge for another day.

Then I realized how absolutely fucked I'd be if I were Chuck. Or at least in his situation, with the living characters and all. I'm almost as cruel to my characters as he is, and I'd be kind of absolutely terrified that they'd come after me in search of revenge...

Changing topics once again (and proving that I really do have the attention span of a deranged magpie...) it is Thursday and I still haven't seen my shows. Do you have any idea of the epic level of wrong-ness in this? It's EPIC. And terrible. And I want the internets to come rescue me with lovely pirated copies online for my enjoyment, but they're NOT UP YET!

ETA: Except now they are. Well, Bones is, at least. And I definitely spent the entire episode alternately giggling and gagging. Talk about shows playing into my phobias. Jesus. However, pretty much any time Wendell did anything it elicited a chorus of "aww!" (which, in turn, elicited strange looks from my roommate...) which is probably not entirely healthy, but whatever. The boy's adorable. And any episode that ends with me grinning like a look is a good episode in my book...

ETA (2): And Supernatural's up! Gah! There with be a glee-filled review up in a bit...

To start off with, Yay for catching up! And passing goal! Well, one goal. Not-yay, however, for evil friends who issue impossible challenges that least to not sleeping for WEEKS and MONTHS and YEARS! (Yes, imagines, I mean you. It was Not Nice. Though my word count appreciates it...)

And on that note, catching up and surpassing my word count goal means I'm horribly sleep-deprived right now, which in turn means that this should be an interesting post...

I think this is the first time I've ever had trouble killing off a character during a NaNo. It's not that I particularly like her and wish she could survive (I don't. She annoys me. I would be happy to kill her off...), there's just no feasible way to kill her. Where's a crazy, knife-wielding homicidal maniac when you need one? I've never had a shortage before!

Speaking of maniacs, a new character definitely just sort of waltzed in today and said "Hi! I'm Thorn. I'm not supposed to exist. Actually, I'm supposed to be a female psychic. I am neither female nor psychic. I am instead going to be your kick-ass newest main character. kthxbi." I tried to tell him that Thorn was not an acceptable name, really it was quite ridiculous, and wasn't Jared or Marcus a nice name? and he just said "no, dammit, I'm Thorn," and proceeded to sit around doing nothing (but looking pretty intimidating while he did so). God damn it, I hate my brain sometimes. Bastard.

However, I don't think he's actually as kick ass as he seems to think he is. Also, he's kind of a dick.

And my main-main character? Is completely insane. And paranoid. Though, to be fair, paranoia is probably healthy considering what I've got in store for the poor kid.

Also? she fails at metaphors. She really does.

... I think that is all.

I am still mourning my lack of a TV, in case anyone cares...

So, in case anyone was wondering, FreeCell is still entirely unhelpful when it comes to getting words written. As are terrible RTS computer games. And LJ. And...pretty much everything else. Life is unhelpful when it comes to getting words written...

However, Write or Die? Is pretty much a NaNo God. I hereby deify it. It is wondrous and amazing and possibly single-handedly responsible for me having the word count that I do. (http://writeordie.drwicked.com/)

However-however, you know what aren't conducive to word count improvement? Like, at all? Write-ins. Promise. I love them and they're wonderful, but writing is never really accomplished. I can now give you a dozen different definitions for the steampunk genre or recommend reading/watching materials for eight different genres, but I wrote almost nothing for three hours. Ah well.

Also, my poli-sci major of a main character? Has definitely decided that she wants to play amateur psychologist and proceeded to psychoanalyze the hell out of herself. I don't actually think you're allowed to do that. Also-also? I hate psychology. Seriously. I think she's just trying to torture me. Fucking sadist. I suppose it's my own damn fault for thinking I could actually write a main character without any sadistic tendencies. She just turns them all on me rather than the other characters.

I love seducing people into NaNo (not literally. There was no literary seduction going on...). It makes me feel so delightfully wicked. They start off all "hey, this is pretty cool" and by the end of the month they're more "Ah! Rabid wombats are eating my braaiin!" which is just fun to watch.

Ahem.

So, one of the secondary characters (who was still supposed to have a decent-sized role in the exposition...) annoys the fuck out of me. I think we're never going to see her again. I don't even care. Life's too short to spend writing about obnoxious characters I can't stand...

And my main character? Is definitely being far too sensible for this plot. This isn't good. How are we supposed to have wacky paranormal hijinks if she insists on being sensible about things and, you know, going to a psychiatrist about the voices in her head rather than heading out on a crazy quest for answers? Tsk, tks, Becks. Haven't you ever read a paranormal drama before? ...okay, bad question, considering the fact that she probably hasn't. Huh.



On a non-NaNo note (and whee alliteration!), it occurs to me that I am TV-less until I go home for Thanksgiving. Which means that I can't watch my shows on Thursday. Which means that I am, in all likelihood, going to die of brain explosion (I suppose it's better than death by wombat, but only marginally...). Fuck.

So, I seem to be having difficulty with this whole "don't go back and edit" concept. Because I'm definitely only two scenes into my novel, but those two scenes have expanded from two pages to ten today. I don't even know. It's strange.

You know what else is strange? The fact that I only have two named characters thus far, and one of them is dead. Well. Dead-ish. What the fuck.

Also, my (live) main character seems to think she's Dean Winchester. This is not normal. I worry about her sometimes...

She wishes she was as awesome as Dean.

Ahem. Yeah.

Although I've been told that it's not that she thinks she's Dean, it's that she seems to think she's me. The fact that I can't tell when my main character is channeling Dean Winchester and when she's channeling me is more than a bit unnerving, honestly. Note that the channeling comment here is completely metaphorical. It seems prudent to mention this, considering I'm writing paranormal drama...

And Torchwood? Completely not conducive to hitting word count. Damn you, imagines. You are an evil, evil person...

And I've played approximately forty games of FreeCell in the last twenty four hours. This cannot be healthy...

Halloween music? Is not conducive to writing. You get some really weird lines and scenes...

MJ is never allowed to write in first-person ever again. All the built-up snarkiness and bitchiness that she prevents from escaping into third-person narration comes right to the fore when there's an actual character narrator.

My main character? Is a giant bitch. I don't understand how this happened.

11:55 pm on Halloween night is a perfectly acceptable time to completely change the direction of your plot. Promise.

Plot? Who needs a plot when you have a rambling narrator who can't stay on topic to save her life?



Huh. This is going to be an interesting month...

 

Supernatural 5x06 Thoughts

( Supernatural Fangirling! (with spoilers, obviously...) )




On a nearly unrelated note, that Impala-scarf I was working on? Yeah. Definitely managed to get the colors inverted and end up with a white Impala. I think I might just finish it and declare it the Lucifer-version of the Impala. I mean, he goes for white pimp suits, why not a white Impala?

Ahem. Or, you know, I could go back and fix it and make it look right, but where's the fun in that?

So I may or may not have found a pattern for a Metallicar scarf today. I'm trying desperately to convince myself that I don't actually need to make myself an Impala-scarf and it's been far too long since I've knitted anything and I really, really don't need another scarf. This is, however, failing miserably. Dammit. I think I have a new project to keep me occupied over fall break... We'll see how it goes.

Supernatural 5x04 The End Episode Review

 

 

( Spoilers for SPN 5x04! And a ridiculous amount of fangirling... )

 

 

 

So, I think this is the earliest I've ever had one of these done. It usually takes me at least a day to finish. Huh. Not gonna complain, really...

Spoilers for SPN 5x04 and Bones 5x03. Also warning for ridiculous fangirling.

( Supernatural fangirlism... )

And now, Bones-Fangirling!

( Bones!  )