Warning: I'm going to be ranting a bit.
I've been living in the same Versailles attic for over two years and a half and it still doesn't feel like home most of the time.
Things that make it feel like home:
I've been living in the same Versailles attic for over two years and a half and it still doesn't feel like home most of the time.
Things that make it feel like home:
- Guys in the Japanese restaurant downstairs know my name
- The guys at the kebab know what I want as soon as I walk in...
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Today I had a revelation.
It says right there on my profile that I am a nine-to-fiver. That's not really true. See, I do work an eight hour shift in an office, but we are a 24/7 service so we have rotating shifts. I'm on graveyard at the moment, midnight 'till 8AM, so after my shift today I hooped on a train and went downtown....
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It says right there on my profile that I am a nine-to-fiver. That's not really true. See, I do work an eight hour shift in an office, but we are a 24/7 service so we have rotating shifts. I'm on graveyard at the moment, midnight 'till 8AM, so after my shift today I hooped on a train and went downtown....
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Today's workshop really got my creative juices flowing!
Up to 12390 words and finally some questions are starting to be answered.
Feels like developing some sort of relationship, I can't stop thinking about the novel.
Up to 12390 words and finally some questions are starting to be answered.
Feels like developing some sort of relationship, I can't stop thinking about the novel.
Funny where ideas come from, I had a conversation with my ex-fiance this morning and it got me thinking about instincts. It just so happened that those ideas were great for the novel at the moment, so it got me into a rant about the Maslow Pyramid that ended with my main narrator getting a gun pointed at his head.
Awesomest...
Awesomest...
Nothing new on the novel front, I seem to be slacking a bit. Here's a poem instead:
This is my beast,
This is my monster.
Fueled by hatred,
Drugs and testosterone.
Soft talking, predating,
He's smiling, he's waiting.
This is my monster,
This is my passion.
These are not words,
These were my actions.
So go ahead, leave, run,
get away, while you still can....
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This is my beast,
This is my monster.
Fueled by hatred,
Drugs and testosterone.
Soft talking, predating,
He's smiling, he's waiting.
This is my monster,
This is my passion.
These are not words,
These were my actions.
So go ahead, leave, run,
get away, while you still can....
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Milestone reached: Word count 10278.
So, the five beers and the Jaggermeister were talking to me and they suggested it would be a great idea to use this blog to document the process of writing the novel. Right now, the word count is 9980 (I'm aiming at around 25000-30000) and two things are keeping me kind of distracted:
- 1 Should I really write the Dreamcast chapter? It's nothing but delving...
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Oh, hi there! Another place to express myself, I guess I hadn't enough already... So, basically, if you speak Spanish check my "real" blog on thewritersays(dot)com and if you don't, the novel is coming out SOON... (~10000 words of the ~30000 it will have, looking for proofreaders, BTW)
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