In which my train of thought derails
Ok, this one is very late, because I had an evening out. Went to the opera. Say that in whatever hoity-toity accent you choose. While I really enjoy Mozart, I do sympathize with the "too many notes" thing in Amadeus.
Actually signed up for the NaNoWriMo today, and set up my profile and all that fun stuff. Made some token posts. Had a brilliant idea, too, but now I forget what it was. One thing I'm thinking of is making Justin a very literal kid, except when he's playing and more or less lost in his own world. Calli is, I think, hurt by something. Not sure what yet. But she, too, gets lost in Justin's music. It's why they are friends. Still haven't gone and looked up the other names, but these two are the most important, obviously. Both are very bright, and like to solve puzzles, mysteries, etc. It's looking more YAish at the moment than a younger book.
My ear still hurts, though not enough to do anything about it. I mention it because typing seems to make it worse for some reason, and it's started to twinge more. I wonder if it's a muscle thing. Wouldn't surprise me- my muscles are a total mess. My wrist is starting to bug me too. Always does when I do a frantic stash-n-dash. I wish I felt as on top of it as I've managed to be, which, as little as it is, seems less to my mind. I totally feel like the kid with the finger in the dike. The part no one talks about is the water pouring over the top. I bet I said this exact same thing yesterday, didn't I? Oh well, it's just such a vivid image to me, and really nails the way I feel at the moment.
Ok, so what else can I write about? I'm kind of brain dead, but not quite up to sleeping. I'm just trying to make my fingers move across the keys just to make sure I've done my task of the day. I'm not even sure I am processing what I am typing, I am just kind of typing on autopilot. But the words go down. If this were a story, I'd keep about 1% of it...
I'm pausing more tonight, too, as I keep losing my train of thought. I can't even remember what I am thinking to say when I stop, either. The words are starting to blur on the page. Just a few more minutes, I can make it just a few more minutes....
Let's think about the book some more. Did Justin and Calli meet at school, or did they know each other before? They've known each other for several months, maybe more, by the time the story starts.
Whew, the 15 minutes are up now. I'm going to go crash and dream about my plot.
Actually signed up for the NaNoWriMo today, and set up my profile and all that fun stuff. Made some token posts. Had a brilliant idea, too, but now I forget what it was. One thing I'm thinking of is making Justin a very literal kid, except when he's playing and more or less lost in his own world. Calli is, I think, hurt by something. Not sure what yet. But she, too, gets lost in Justin's music. It's why they are friends. Still haven't gone and looked up the other names, but these two are the most important, obviously. Both are very bright, and like to solve puzzles, mysteries, etc. It's looking more YAish at the moment than a younger book.
My ear still hurts, though not enough to do anything about it. I mention it because typing seems to make it worse for some reason, and it's started to twinge more. I wonder if it's a muscle thing. Wouldn't surprise me- my muscles are a total mess. My wrist is starting to bug me too. Always does when I do a frantic stash-n-dash. I wish I felt as on top of it as I've managed to be, which, as little as it is, seems less to my mind. I totally feel like the kid with the finger in the dike. The part no one talks about is the water pouring over the top. I bet I said this exact same thing yesterday, didn't I? Oh well, it's just such a vivid image to me, and really nails the way I feel at the moment.
Ok, so what else can I write about? I'm kind of brain dead, but not quite up to sleeping. I'm just trying to make my fingers move across the keys just to make sure I've done my task of the day. I'm not even sure I am processing what I am typing, I am just kind of typing on autopilot. But the words go down. If this were a story, I'd keep about 1% of it...
I'm pausing more tonight, too, as I keep losing my train of thought. I can't even remember what I am thinking to say when I stop, either. The words are starting to blur on the page. Just a few more minutes, I can make it just a few more minutes....
Let's think about the book some more. Did Justin and Calli meet at school, or did they know each other before? They've known each other for several months, maybe more, by the time the story starts.
Whew, the 15 minutes are up now. I'm going to go crash and dream about my plot.
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