NaBloPoMo

I am under the distinct impression that no one but me cares if I blog every day, but yet here I am. I am cranky and would not normally inflict myself upon you in this type of mood. Blame NaBloPoMo. (I inflict myself on Husband no matter what mood I'm in, but then, I also wash his socks, so maybe we're even.)

I barely managed to reach my word count quota yesterday and all of it needs heavy editing, so no excerpt for you today. I wish I had time to go back and edit tonight, but it's going to be a struggle just to stay on top of the count. Maybe tomorrow. This whole full time job thing with no bus ride? Serious suckage for the noveling.

So instead of an excerpt, today I shall appeal to your altruistic sides, or perhaps your impatient sides, since that's what made me do it. Yes, I'm talking about donating to NaNoWriMo. Seriously people. If you're doing NaNoWriMo in any capacity (even if you're just "sort of" using it as a motivational tool because you wimped out and wouldn't commit to 50k), chuck $10 at them so we can have a new website next year. Perhaps it's just because I'm cranky, but the whole website not-functioning thing is becoming old. So just give them $10 (or $25, and they'll send you stickers-- wee, stickers!) and cross your fingers for a not-sucktastic website next year. In sum: $10-- You wouldn't miss it anyway, so use it to make our lives better next November. Thank you.

Only five days in to NaBloPoMo and I'm having my first "I don't wanna blog" day. It may have something to do with the fact that I am at work and that I promised myself I won't write today until my house is clean. Anyone want to come clean it for me?

I'm coming up on a big "discovery" scene tonight, which is to say the outline is sort of bare bones and I have to emote a whole bunch in order to fill it up. I hate emoting, but emoting must be done, because Desires are all about the emotions. There was someone in the NaNo chatroom the other night going, "I can't emote! /me cries!" I totally feel your pain, sister. /me cries.

Tonight I'll also be Huntering up Hunter. He got a little beta in the last few scenes and that's bad. He's supposed to be a sexy Texas-twanged actorrr, not a sniveling lovesick puppy. Stupid Hunter, not behaving.

Random, no-context tidbit from yesterday's writing:

“Mara, I told you, I’m on vacation,” she said, but knew Mara wouldn’t think anything of it.

“You were on vacation,” corrected Mara. “We have breaking news here, Jocelyn. Haven’t you heard?”

Jocelyn rubbed her head, then winced when she hit the bruise. “I’m a little out of the loop,” she admitted.

Mara’s aggravated scream made Jocelyn wince again. “I can’t believe you haven’t heard yet!” she exclaimed. “Sunny Jean is back from rehab.”

“What? She’s only been there… four days.”

“Three days and two hours, and then she was back in Hollywood, partyin’ it up with the same set of people as last week.”

Jocelyn sighed. “Mara, we’ve got more pictures than we can handle of Sunny Jean partying. I don’t think I’m going to miss anything too important.”

“Need I remind you of the Britney Spears shaved head incident? Sunny Jean is a time bomb, Joce.”

“Mara, look, I’m kind of in the middle of something out here. Something potentially big.”

“Great.” Mara sounded less than enthused. “I’m totally happy that you’re having yourself a little vacation fling, but think of your career and get your butt back here!”

“Vacation fling?” Jocelyn felt her face heat. “What are you talking about? I never said there was a fling.”

“Well what could be more important than coming back here to cover the fall of Hollywood’s favorite trashy young miss? It’s something to do with a man, and I know it.”

“Makes no difference he’s the hardest man to photograph in the northern hemisphere,” Jocelyn muttered, mostly to herself.

Yes, folks, we're off to the races. NaNoWriMo and NaBloPoMo have begun. I'll be slapping up a wordcounter of widgety goodness as soon as I can get the code from the website. I've already got some NaBloPoMo widgety goodness over there in the sidebar in the form of the NaBloPoMo randomizer, which is really addictive, so don't click it if you've got a time limit. (Oh, and if you're reading this on MySpace or in an RSS feed, you'll have to click here to see the widgetry.)

I began NaNoWriMo at midnight last night and banged out 424 words before Robbie announced he was going to bed. I went too, and then stared at the ceiling thinking about scenes to write until 2 or 3 in the morning. Of course, today I can't remember any of it.

If you want to read approximately 424 words of theme-y Silhouette Desire-y masterpieciness, check out my NaNoWriMo profile and click Excerpt.

More tomorrow, as I've committed to blogging every day this month.