Laying in bed as a Japanese rap station plays from my phone. After I find the....strength, yes, strength, that sounds a bit more dramatic...or maybe power does...meh. Anyway, when I get up, I'll be going out with a girly friend of mine. Going to the park to watch her paint while shooting the breeze.
Working up the gumption to head off to the shop for another fun filled work day, inside where the up button on the heat doesn’t seem to work, and the errors and screw ups that took place in my absence will be laid at my feet to be fixed. Oh joy.
I worked on a story once where I had three major characters, and I put them all together in a cool setting, and they refused to do anything. I threatened and cajoled, but nothing doing. I finally made good on my ultimate threat: if they wouldn't do anything, I wouldn't write about them. They stuck out their tongues at me. So I stopped writing about them, leaving them frozen in time, caught between heartbeats, helpless as the real world lurches into the future. Hah! That showed 'em!
Re-editing drunk what I wrote sober. Somebody said that was a good idea, or the other way around, fuckit: ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
You wrote for Babylon 5, where Commander Idunnohisname got stuck between "tick" and "tock"? I loved that episode!
After a mid-lengthy discussion with Cor, that had a bit of bargaining involved. I think I got it at least moving again, with a few hundred more words forward. Just going to be a tad lengthier affair before any of the other MCs make an appearance again.
I think you should go for it. Do your best to clarify so your intention is clear, and post it. God knows you've read enough of my questionable Journal posts!
I'm babysitting a dog!!!! The neighbor had to go to a meeting and will be gone for several hours, but we're expecting severe thunderstorms and doggo is terrified of them. So, he's hanging out here with me.
Insomnia is your friend, use the time to get writing. I just had the opposite, half day off that I planned to write in and I passed out instead.
Trying to mop up the last bits of plot flotsam as I get closer to the end of my novel... ...and babysitting a dog, who is sleeping near my writing chair. The dog makes it better.
In stuck on a train. I was on the phone when they announced why - but we've been standing here for over five minutes. We didn't get more than two minutes from the station
Writing a Sci-Fi Comedy with adult themed undertones. (Maybe a few overtones too.) Currently have a lost astronaut who is not kinky, imagine how funny his wife would look dressed up as a Dominatrix. All the while being examined by a chatty cybernetic woman, who works for a shape-shifting professional Mistress. So shenanigans will ensue as they try to figure out how to get him back to Earth.
Just finished putting my clothes dryer back together. The vent was plugged up with lint, I pulled out enough crap to choke a horse. I not only took care of a fire hazzard, but maybe now my clothes will dry the first time through.
I've been waiting for like ten minutes for the new Harry Potter mobile game to load (not the initial download). I hate my wifi. ETA: Just gave up. Wifi wins. Guess I won't play right now...
Oh fine (!) Just blame me, why don'tcha? (!) To answer the question, I'm attempting to write a scene... I don't know the proper procedure for the thing I'm writing about and am having to guess a lot. Fact checking will be in order.