Nanowrimo 2009 - Hero, now with a capital H

Update: Managed to haul my ass out of the house to treat myself to McDonalds Hotcakes AND an Egg Mcmuffin with Sausage. Came back home and took two hours to write 136 Super Crappy and Utterly Meaningless words.

Not Good.

One Very long nap later, I had an Epiphany: My Hero was a Loser.

That's why reading over my words was like sipping tepid tea. That's why writing was a chore instead of a labor of love filled with Squee-Into-The-Pillow moments.

So I went and picked up a few of my favorite romance novels and came up with the following things that my hero must do to redeem himself in my eyes. Hey, I've got the time. Why not?

Here's a few things that I came up with:

• My hero must be ruthless, mericless and vow that no woman can ever tame him.
  

• He will now have hair as black as sin and/or the night. (pffft. Why I originally gave him sandy brown hair, I will never know.)


• His shoulders will grow a few inches to make them officially "Impossibly Wide." I will chisel his cheekbones, bronze his skin and am considering throwing in... wait for it... dimples!


• I will bad-ify him, perhaps giving him some issues with authority, a disarming charm and unrelenting passion.


• He will be domineering, lethal, highly posessive and sexually agressive.


• I will throw in the cliched-but-still-so-wonderful Jeaslousy Scene, where he goes ape shit over an innoncent smile she offers to his BFF/Waiter/Nemesis what have you.

Yes, this is going to be better. Much, much better. Ladies get ready to throw your panties at my new and improved Hero, now with a capital "H."

I plan to spend most of today doing some more *ahem* research. And why not? I'm ahead of the game.

Famous last words? We shall see. We shall see.

Nanowrimo 2009 - The 2 Types of Moods

1. Raring to go, can't think of anything to write about.

2. Have bucketloads of ideas, can't be bothered to write it down.

I'm going with 2 today: I've got enough material crawling in my brain to finish this baby up, but my energy level is somewhere between lethargic and comatose. Maybe it's the rain.

On a side note, I only have to write 665 words a day to hit 50k. I should never have made that particular cell in my Excel worksheet. I bet it has a lot to do with my mind's sudden refusal to cooperate. It wants to rest on its laurels.

Lastly, I have an ungodly craving for McDonald's Hotcakes, but I'm too lazy to get up and drive, even for that.

But the day is still young and there is still hope.

Oh the suspense. What will happen today?

say hi to 10

Daul Kim by Marcus Gaab

She said:
i thought it was funny
and ironic
kind of sad
because i spend so much time in the bath tub
in reality
as well

and I said:
i thought of you
with love
today.
and if i could have
stopped
death from rocking
you to sleep.
Rest now, be well.
Sleep.
Goodnight Dear
Daul.

9, 10... Never Sleep Again

So random Google search leads me to this shit:

Art Credit: Otilee
Guess who's not getting a good night's sleep tonight?

That's right, and now, neither are you.

Let's be terrified together.

Nanowrimo 2009 - Triple Noes!!!

art credit: Natalie Dee

Tomorrow, I will fire a single mother of two children.

I was given the execution orders by my boss this morning and haven't eaten since. Strangely, I managed to throw up three times, mostly bile, but a few mystery chunks of something I'm hoping wasn't some part of my internal structure essential for my survival.

But because it is part of my job to keep professional, look out for the company's best interest and prevent this head-rolling from affecting the rest of my team's morale, (thanks for the pep talk boss, if it were that easy, you'd do it yourself) I will get up tomorrow morning, get dressed, put on my makeup, do my hair and go do what I'm paid to do. That is, if I don't die from these heart palpitations tonight.

At least this time it's justified. I've tried for months to cover for her, but, she managed to jump right into the middle of a steaming pile of shit. Quick sand shit. And I can't help her.

Last year's downsizing bloodbath was bad. Innocent blood all over my hands. I still wake up screaming, me and my tainted soul.

Today's word count will clearly be ZERO. But I promise myself to write this weekend. All weekend.

Nanowrimo 2009 - Oh Noes!

ZERO words for the last two days.

I'm letting work get to me. I was literally in tears all last night and the night before and didn't even try to write anything.

You know, sometimes I wish I was one of those people who let it all out at the workplace - tears, rage, frustration-everything. I just take everything with a shit eating grin, drive home and BREAK THE F*CK down.

I think I'm left with little choice than to fire someone and that always ALWAYS makes me puke my guts out for a week before. Especially in this economy - it's brutal out there.

At least this time, it is 100% the employee's fault. Failed to do her work, then stepped on like 7 pairs of the WRONG toes.

Deep breath. Life can't all be good right?