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.

Nanowrimo 2009 - Playing Hooky

Someone doesn't have to go to work tomorrow!

Ah. Sweet repose...

Going to push for a minimum of 3k words between now and midnight tomorrow.

3k well thought out, solid words.

That's where I'm at now. Proud Proprietor of the luxury of considering the Quality of my writing.

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 - This is Happening

I'm definitely slowing down in terms of my Words Per Day. I'll post the final tally at the end of the month for your viewing pleasure.

Slightly worried, I did some calculations and here's what's happening:

Total Word Count: 35,495
% Complete: 71.0%

Days Left: 13

Words Needed Per Day to Win: 1115

I can do that. Yep, this is pretty much going to happen. Exciting.

Thinking about asking for this Friday off. My second Big-Work-Project is finally going to press, and I'm completely burned out. Maybe my boss will take pity even though it's late notice.

We'll see what his mood's like tomorrow.

If he says yes, I want to try and get my Thanksgiving reserve in. The Boyfriend's coming to town and we reserved a nice suite at a very promising hotel a few hours out of town where I could concentrate on my writing, away from the extended family circus that's getting ready to go down. (We'll save that treat for Christmas) It would be a nice surprise for him if I didn't have to do that and could actually keep him company.

Pretty down today - I think I'm just exhausted from everything.

Let's see if I can squeeze a few more words out before I turn in for the night.

After all, every word counts.

A Picture can be worth a Thousand Words 2

Evening Falls.

Go. Write.

Nanowrimo 2009 - Driving Drunk

Art Credit: Unscripted Feature
I couldn't, for the life of me, quiet my brain yesterday.

I hadn't Nano'ed for 3 days and I was determined to get back in the groove. But I had so many thoughts (none of them related to writing) blitzing around my brain that I couldn't even sit still long enough to read over the last paragraph of my WIP to remember where I left off.

So I drank. It was either that or an expired Vicodin left over from a root canal a few years back. I chugged the Whiskey straight from the bottle until nothing mattered and everything made sense.

And it worked. 3o90 words of fairly decent quality in one hour before I passed out.

I'd better take care not to abuse this shortcut. But if you're stuck, and over 21, you might want to file this trick away in your brain as a Last Resort.

I'm off to eat something because my stomach is sour and my head is pounding. Then I'm going to sit down and write some more.

Sober this time.

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.