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Have you guys ever written a story just to scratch an itch, only to discover after you post it that the itch hasn't been scratched at all, but has now morphed into a full-on rash, because now the main character in said fic keeps tugging at your shirt and crying, "Write me! Write me!" even while you're in the middle of writing another fic that has nothing to do with him, and which you have been yearning to get back to, but now this new bunny keeps chomping at your toes?

Well, that's my writing life right now. Curse my love for minor characters!

I could have started one of two new stories today. One was on the light side (by my standards, anyway). The other is pure angst. I need cheering up, so which one do I go with? Why the pure angst, of course. *bangs head against desk* Why, muse, why?!

I also sorta wanna write something ( Grimm spoiler )

Today's breakfast time: 2:30
Lunchtime:7:30. PM. I don't care if it was already dark. It was the second meal of the day, so I'm calling it lunch.

I made myself a deadline to finish a fic and within a determined word count for the first time ever. Basically because it's for an anthology whose submission deadline is Nov. 30, so I have to hurry. I've got a fun idea going, so we'll see how that goes.

Heroes is tomorrow. We'll see how that goes, too. I'm a little worried after last week's episode. And right after I'd stopped worrying, too.

Why am I feeling jetlag in my own home? I haven't gone anywhere, crossed any time zones. The time zone crossed me. Since I like to enjoy my extra hour of productivity by working (yes, I am weird) instead of sleeping in (did I mention that I'm weird?) because I always feel so guilty about losing that hour, I don't change the clocks until after the time change, so now my biological clock is on the fritz. Not good.

I've concocted almost an entire plot for a myth/legends/fables anthology that I want to submit to. Unfortunately, the deadline is in exactly one month, so I have to hurry up. I'm almost done with another story that fits within the general theme, but unfortunately, it doesn't satisfy they're "happily ever after" requirement. It does have a happy ending, just not that kind. It's got ghosts. And magical candles. And another story I wrote yesterday has the Devil. So I'm going to end up with belated Halloween stories. Like always, I come up with some Halloween idea a tad too late.

Dear tornado alarm people,

Stop mucking around with that thing! It is not funny to wake up someone with the shriek of death when there's isn't so much as a thunderstorm in the area, yet the wind is howling like the headless horseman. They turned on the thing twice for like two seconds, then turned it off. Did they have a child running amuck playing with the buttons? Do not press the red button, people.

I'm 5,378 words into a het sex scene, or rather, scenes, and I'm enjoying it. *waits for the rain of fire* It's been years since the last time this happened.

I will try to remember that 30 Rock is on today before the show starts and not afterwards. I missed the first ten minutes of Modern Family yesterday due to the aforementioned scene, which made me sad. It's such a great show. I must catch it on youtube or somewhere later today.

As I work on another short story, I am reminded of how bizarre the format seems to me in an original fiction context, as it's already 10,000 words long, which doesn’t sound long until I see that it's 22 pages. And I use 10 point font. And it's finished. But it feels short! Some of these anthologies I want to submit to have a 6,000 word maximum. That's nothing! It's a tiny, little baby. Okay, so mabe not a baby, but it's still toddler territory.

So I'm looking around erotic_authors for someplace to submit my little story (which is apparently either too short or too long for anyone) and what do I come across?

The THEME of the anthology is the end of civilisations and cultures... Think Rome, the Aztecs, the Mayans

The Aztecs? My academic specialty? Oh, great. Now my muse is going wild trying to think of something while I shut the castle gates and desperately try to hold her back. In any case, whatever I'd come up with would probably be so charged with religious symbolism that I'd need a postscript to explain it all.

1,450 words. One scene. I cannot believe myself. I was afraid of going back to this thing because it's the bunny that spawned the novel that started this whole Tudor madness, as well as the one I'm writing now, but I guess the amount of bunnies it can give me are washed out. It feels odd, but good.

I've wasted entirely too much time today looking for gay novels to buy. I'm in one of those binges I go into. I need to stop.

I missed the first 20 minutes of Heroes thinking it was on at eight since the other shows I watch are at eight and I'm not used anymore to having to sit in front of the tv at an appointed time. Every Monday I'm this close from missing the beginning. I guess it had to happen eventually.

Since my body seems to hate itself, I hit my knee today, so I'm limping again. Oh, well. After couple of days, it'll be fine. It's not as bad as last time. This happens to me all the time.

I got a slashy dream last night. That hasn't happened for years. The gay movie marathons I've been having lately are definitely responsible for that. Note: By marathon, I mean that I've been watching entire movies in one sitting. I haven't done that since who knows when. A year, maybe. I don't know if anyone here has Netflix, but their Instant movie feature is one of the most awesome things ever. No need to watch for a DVD to come in the mail, no need to rail at the player when the scratched DVD gets stuck and won't function like happened just ten minutes ago. Just instant goodness. I sound like the ad. By the way, His Secret Life *there's a threesome in this one, by the way) and Walk on Water are excellent. The downside to all this is that now I have a new plotbunny running around my head, courtesy of the dream, that I don't know what to do with. Thank you, brain.

For some strange reason, a scale has appeared in the bathroom in a very prominent location that forces me to see if every time I go in, so now I can't do my business without feeling guilty about not exercising. *face palm* We may need to have a conversation about this. This is really not good for anyone's self esteem.

Does anyone know how many words is a 300 page novel, give or take? I keep being asked how many pages I have written of my novel and I notice that I don't count pages. Essay pages are the only pages I've ever counted, which got confusing in London, because over there it's words they count, so no matter what system I use someone is going to stare at me in confusion. It's like Fahrenheit vs. Celsius. I've got at least 106 pages by now. It feels like much less, probably because I'm still just getting started. It's a lot of story! There's a tiny sliver of a novel sitting on the shelf, barely 156 pages and I stare at it wondering how do you write a novel that tiny? If I were to write a short story, that would probably be the size of it.

I'm thinking, if I keep at my pace of 3,000 words a day, give or take, I can get 90,000 more within a month. Why am I suspecting that even if I do that, I will not be done with this novel by then?

The books are watching me. As I sit, a humongous pile of unread history books stands less than two feet from my chair, quilting me with its unshrinking presence. Perhaps if I stare at it long enough I shall automatically absorb the information into my brain. *stares* Damnit, it's not working.

I seem to have accidentally called one of my characters Charlie Browne, not remembering the other Charlie Brown as I had not sounded the whole name together until two hours later when it smacked me upside the head. Hast surname changing ensued. I don't know how that happened. I have the sudden urge to call someone Snoopy.

Heroes was good. ( Certain things are making the OTP fangirl in me not so happy )

I'm just stepping on my toes on my injured foot, but I can walk. Yes! It doesn't even hurt if I lay off the heel.

I watched Milk yesterday. It gave me the urge to get off my lazy ass and do something. I kinda didn't, but maybe one day I'll manage it. I've really got to get out of this house and find out what's going on.

Oh yes, I knew I was forgetting something. I wrote 2,416 words today! I haven't gotten this much written in one day since that novel that dies because it because a madhouse of insanity. The only reason I stopped and didn't write more is because I felt a little overwhelmed. Does that happen to anyone? I saw it mentioned in a writing manual once. I need to accustom myself to higher than this if I want to finish this thing within any reasonable amount of time.