Literary Fangirl

Somewhere, it's still Sunday

Mon, 09 Nov 2009 05:23:28 GMT

Yeah. Hey.

LOOONNNNG day, as you might be able to tell from the timestamp.

Rehearsal tonight went well. Feel good about performance next week. Now, to get everyone to the venue on time.

Also, Glee pilot with friends tonight. Superfun.

Good night!

Sneaky sneak

Sun, 08 Nov 2009 02:22:21 GMT

Right before bed, I'm sneakin' this one in.
Hugely busy day today.
House is decorated for the holidays, thanks to cynthiamary !
I hurt all over and am exhausted. It's 9:21, but I'm going to sleeeeeep.

Funny thing happened on the way to NaNoWriMo

Fri, 06 Nov 2009 23:08:15 GMT

Funny thing happened on the way to NaNoWriMo...

I found myself revved up to revise the recent draft of UPSTAIRS.

More later.

Sinking feeling in pit of stomach.

Fri, 06 Nov 2009 00:20:33 GMT

So I'm here, tackling my wordcount with vigor and zest, using the much-lauded Write or Die desktop edition.

And I'm about 600 words in, and everything's going great, and I hit some macro accidentally and---

It's all gone.

So that's my first complaint about Write or Die. The APPLE+S macro I always use on Word? Like, after every few sentences? Does me no good on Write or Die.

Into the breach again, I guess.

Ick.

Full speed ahead.

Wed, 04 Nov 2009 19:58:35 GMT

Not exactly caught up to where I should be on my word count -- I'm about 400 behind, plus today's WC. But life has made its demands, and I only just got my teaching plans for tomorrow (looks like I'm primary for the full day), and I realized today that I have to get permission slips and Vertical applications together for the Sr. High drama thing, and costuming issues for our performance next week and, um, yeah.

Yeah.

It's been crazy. All of a sudden.

Boy's got a meeting tonight and it will run late, so after Miss V is in bed, I'll have about 2 hours...if I've been awesome and gotten lunches ready for tomorrow, and all the laundry done and...

Ohcrap, I forgot the laundry.

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*slips back in*

See how loaded my brain is, peeps? It's loaded.

Which brings us to NaNoWriMo Tip #2.

(#1 was using Write or Die, but I didn't label it as a NaNo Tip because I'm lame and forgot.)

NaNoWriMo Tip #2:

Keep a blank sheet of full-sized paper (or better yet, a notebook) at your side.

This is not a page to get mixed in with your novel notes! And DO NOT use a page in your novelling notebook! This is a Completely Different Monster (TM). This paper is always at hand, along with a preferred writing utensil. On it, you scribble down all the things you need to do.

Okay, it's not a revolutionary idea. But it really does help you keep focused. The less time you spend away from your story, the better. And when you're like me and are grasping at fifteen minutes here, thirty there, but have a lot of other responsibilities that need attention, this helps tons.

CELL PHONE NUMBERS GO PUBLIC

Wed, 04 Nov 2009 01:19:41 GMT

REMEMBER: Cell phone numbers go public this month. All cell phone numbers are being released to telemarketing companies and you will start to receive sales calls. To prevent this, call the following number from your cell phone: 888-382-1222. It is the National DO NOT CALL list. It blocks your number for 5 years. HELP OTHERS BY PASSING THIS ON . It takes about 20 seconds.

Write or Die

Tue, 03 Nov 2009 14:41:40 GMT

Hello, ElJays!

First: thank you, Expedia, for sending me an email that says "Book Holiday Fares From $103!" Because I think, oooh! A BOOK HOLIDAY! THAT WOULD BE SO FUN!

And then it's all like, oh, wait. Book as a verb. Bah.

If you haven't given Write or Die a whirl, DO IT TODAY. It's a kick in the pants to help you get your seat-of-your-pants first draft down. Boy got me the Desktop Edition and I LOVE IT WITH ALL MY HEART.

I surpassed my goal yesterday, which is good, because I only got 910 in on Sunday. Sundays are going to be "add five words and you're good" days -- I'm just packed all month long, and Sundays I rarely even open my computer. So the 910 wasn't a hit-the-target day, but I was happy nonetheless.

Okay. I still have about 1350 more words to squeeze in today, so I'm out.

HallowV

Mon, 02 Nov 2009 16:29:49 GMT

Photo courtesy of Elizabeth Kidd

And my November-tacular icon is courtesy of Amy Russell.

Go give their sites & photography some love, LJ peeps!

NaNoWriMo: Days 1 & 2

Mon, 02 Nov 2009 16:16:58 GMT

Okay, guys. This is, what, my sixth year participating in NaNoWriMo? I know, right? And in those five previous years, NaNoWriMo has taught me a valuable lesson:

I have what it takes to write books.

Clearly, I've still to prove that they're salable books, and I've yet to revise something to the contentment of someone who could do the buying, but I am physically and mentally possible of writing full-length books. To come up with an idea and a setting and characters that can run with me for a minimum of 50,000 words.

So if I've proven myself that I can, and have multiple NaNo Winner Badges to prove it, why am I running this particular gamut again?

Because I've been revising for two years and can't see my other ms clearly, that's why.

Because I haven't worked on a new fiction project this year, that's why.

Because I'm running low on steam and confidence and I'm afraid this year is going to be another waste in my writing life, because even though I completed a draft of the revision, it still needs much work, that's why.

But more than all the frustration, more than all the fear of failure, bigger than all that, I just freaking like to write.

It's fun for me. It feels good, physically. I have a New Idea and it's more fully developed than any previous idea, and it deserves to have at least a month of my time. I like the characters, I like the setting, I like the themes, and I like the conflict.

So I'm writing a book this month.

Maybe I'll have EPIPHANIES about the revision while I'm doing it. If so, I'll gladly stop, drop, and roll with those. NaNoWriMo's not an experiment anymore. It's not a source of stress. It's fun and an outlet and an excuse to burrow away for a few hours a day.

But I've already made progress on this pet project, and I'm happy about that.

So to all the New WriMos out there, YOU REALLY CAN DO THIS and it is WORTH THE TROUBLE and IT FEELS SO GOOD TO WIN!

And to anyone else who's doing this for similar reasons as me: HUZZAH. We can and we will.

Later, gators.

Here I Am

Mon, 26 Oct 2009 20:53:37 GMT

So exhausted. I have a travel hangover, for sure.

I came home to things of beauty: Boy had thoroughly cleaned the closets and gotten rid of TONS of junk. Most admirably, he cleared out the attic catch-all room and re-organized everything. All my stuff is in my office, so I can't use it until it's all sorted out, though. Like, there's barely room to walk for the 30 years of papers, memorabilia, and whatnot.

Beyond all that (and I can't imagine how much work that was), I came home to a clean rest-of-the-house, candles, roses, and chocolate. And a Boy was really glad to have his girls back, which is all kinds of nice.

Ooh, and I also snagged a cover flat for Becca Fitzpatrick's Hush, Hush, and a couple of books!

This week is going to be about catching up on a few projects, jumping forward on others (Christmas production at church needs a writer, and apparently I am it), and trying to figure out who exactly is in drama this year. We've had enthusiastic YES I WANT TO DO DRAMA responses, but half the kids are in band (and thus couldn't come to rehearsal last night) and the other half didn't show up.

Still, the rehearsal we did have, with just three kids, was GREAT, and I talked to the band kids after and they're all committed. *hugs them all*

So yeah. Lots ahead of me. I'll be seeing some of you peeps around, eh?

Read-A-Thon: I went to bed.

Sun, 25 Oct 2009 11:35:21 GMT

So...life got in the way of me finishing even one book. But it was happy life stuff, like naming all the animals V and I saw at the zoo (for the sixth time) and introducing Boy to GLEE. He will watch it with me, and, well, my work here is done.

Maybe one of these Octobers I'll have the whole weekend void of stuff. As it stands, today I have nine billion things to do. But I'm gonna read for a bit this AM and then head out into the world.

Congrats to all you Read-A-Thonners who made it!

Read-A-Thon! Who Keeps You Company Mini-Challenge

Sat, 24 Oct 2009 20:18:50 GMT

Who keeps you company while you read?

Right now, Miss V is asleep and Boy is at work, so I'm curled up with my cozy red thermal blanket and Sergei Rachmaninov. I chose Rachmaninov because I'm reading about Russia. It seemed fitting. ;-)

Read-A-Thon! Eat to Read Mini-Challenge

Sat, 24 Oct 2009 19:00:40 GMT

I am home from SC, I have run errands, I have unpacked, I have had lunch, I have my jammies on, and now I'm going to get as much of the Read-A-Thon in as I can today. Already my eyes are tired, and I've only just sat down!

Eat to Read Mini-Challenge Entry
I've got a bottle of water and a glass of Haus cider beside me for my first participating hour. At the ready: a full supply of cookies, popcorn, coffee, cocoa, chips, and other, more substantial food, like salad and sandwich stuff for later.

But specifically, I'm looking forward to munching on Spekulatius cookies and drinking a nice cup of Raven's Brew coffee (thank you, alaskanmermaid ). And for a special treat later (if I come near finishing even ONE book): cream soda.

I love read-a-thons. Best calorie dump evar!

Leaving. Again.

Mon, 12 Oct 2009 17:51:53 GMT

Just as I'm winding things down from this summer and getting everything ironed out for fall, I'm leaving again.

Miss V and I will be road tripping to South Carolina mid-week, staying until sometime next week. This is a Cool Thing (TM) because I read Paper Towns last week and am all about hitting the road right now.

I will be taking sboman 's revision and the following books:

Yes, I plan to do a LOT of reading. Add to that about 24 hours of audiobooking (TBD), and I might just get caught up on books for the year.

Okay.

I have two dozen things to do before tonight. And my goal is to have all of it done before 8pm, so that I can cuddle up with Rose & Co. as I get deep into blue_succubus 's Blood Promise.

I LOVE BOOKS, GUYS!

The State of the Revision.

Mon, 05 Oct 2009 12:25:52 GMT

As we enter Round Five of this book, I know something I didn't know in previous rounds.

Notice how I'm calling it rounds rather than drafts? Because now it's more like a sporting event in which at least one entity gets pummeled and bloody. And while the ms might have more than a few scratches and a bit of bruising, it's me who was down for the count in September.

Anyway.

I've become aware of something I didn't know in previous rounds.

I have two stories here.

On one hand, I have a domestic and social activism story. On the other, I have a crime and psychological suspense story.

They're two very distinct tales now.

The thing I'm trying to work out before I can really progress is Do I fully separate them and let them live as different manuscripts, or do I spend another six months or a year weaving them together?

Anyway, that's the dilemma I'm facing right now. So we'll see what comes of it.

Good weekend, though! Got a lot accomplished, and some things are looking uppish.

More later!

Pass this one along to teens, please!

Mon, 28 Sep 2009 18:10:18 GMT

GILDA’S CLUB LAUNCHES “IT’S ALWAYS SOMETHING” TEEN ESSAY CONTEST TO PROVIDE A FORUM FOR TEENS TO SHARE THEIR EXPERIENCES WITH CANCER

Gilda’s Club New York City, a cancer support community named for the late comedian Gilda Radner, launches its inaugural Teen Essay Contest

NEW YORK – ( September 28, 2009) – Are you a high school student who has been impacted by cancer? Gilda’s Club New York City is launching its inaugural “It’s Always Something” Teen Essay Contest to provide high school students with a forum for sharing their stories about living with cancer. Teens may submit an essay about the experience of their own cancer diagnosis, a family member or friend living with cancer, or the loss of a loved one to cancer. Celebrity Judges include Alan Zweibel – Emmy-winning writer and close friend of Gilda Radner, Matthew Zachary – Founder of I’m Too Young For This! Cancer Foundation, William Sherman – Pulitzer Prize-winning writer for New York Daily News, and Tonya Hurley – author of the NY Times best-selling “ghostgirl” novels.

More than 70% of teens have been impacted by a cancer diagnosis yet teens are often an overlooked audience, especially regarding cancer prevention and dealing with the social and emotional needs brought about by cancer. Nationwide, 25% of families with a cancer diagnosis have children under the age of 18. “Our primary objective is to provide a forum for teens, grades 9-12, to share their experiences with cancer and more importantly, raise awareness of the issues teens face when they are living with cancer. By partnering with local schools and community organizations, we are hoping that our inaugural ‘It’s Always Something’ Teen Essay Contest will open the door for teens to express themselves and provide an opportunity for our community to hear what they have to say about life with cancer” says Lily Safani, CEO of Gilda’s Club New York City.

Essays must be postmarked by Friday, October 23, 2009. The contest is open to all high school students who are legal residents of the 50 states or the District of Columbia. Subject to official rules available at: www.gildasclubnyc.org. Or write: Gilda’s Club New York City, c/o "It’s Always Something" Teen Essay Contest, 195 W. Houston St., New York, N.Y. 10014. The essay winner will receive a $250 Apple gift card. A ceremony for all participants will be held at Gilda’s Club New York City on January 14, 2010.

About Gilda’s Club New York City
Gilda’s Club New York City creates welcoming communities of free support for everyone living with cancer – men, women, teens and children – along with their families and friends. Our innovative program is an essential complement to medical care, providing networking and support groups, workshops, lectures and social activities, all free of charge.

Rules for October

Sat, 26 Sep 2009 11:56:46 GMT

Today is supposed to be the last day of my vacation. I'm extending it until October 1. SO THERE, MANUSCRIPT! You do not want to mess with me.

Yeah, I've been loving the vacay. But I'm excited about working again! So it was good!

It's been a mad two weeks. Jam-packed. Good stuff, for the most part. V started school again, just one day a week at our church, and I scored a party-McPart-part-time job assisting in the 3 year-old class. I really like those kids, and if The One Who Tries To Leave The Classroom is as well-behaved as he was this week (and not like the previous week), well, it won't be too rough. Srsly, they were angels this week. Wowza.

Lots to do today, but I wanted to share the following with you all:

This morning I took some time and wrote down some rules for myself. And some goals. For October.

Rules for October

No working past 9 AM, with the exception of nights or full days when I am "off duty." "Off duty" = not caregiving. :-)
No new drafting. The aim for October is to make my book smaller, not bigger. I don't have a word count goal, in other words.
But I am allowed to make notes and hand write scenes. I know some things are missing in the book, and will need to add a scene here or change bits there. The idea is, if I hand write scenes, I'm not going to be looking at the word count, not writing just to be writing, and be getting the bare bones down. Which is a skill I need to develop, since I overwrite so darn much.
October is about making this thing tight. Well-paced. To pack punches like a drunken Brooklyn pre-Prohibiition gangster. Seanny on a bad day, even. SUZANNE COLLINS WHO?!?
Unless I get the whole darn thing edited to my satisfaction (unlikely), there will be NO COMPUTER WORK INVOLVED. This is all pen and paper, chapter-for-chapter, page-for-page work. The computer is not my friend in October.
One page edited per day is good enough. Rushing this will not make me a better writer. Rushing this will not make my manuscript sing.

If I think of more rules, I'll post 'em.

Have a great day, all. AND HAPPY BIRTHDAY PARTY, MERCI!

Home.

Thu, 24 Sep 2009 04:14:58 GMT

Just put a few things away before bed. Sort of floored because I'm glancing around with someone else's eyes.

Disney princesses lunchbox on the kitchen table, beside plate of cookies for V's class.
A well-organized basket o' school items.
Dining room table set with good china pieces
Living room clean, but definitely lived-in.
Dress rack with dress-up clothes, toy boxes full, shelves stacked with kid-friendly movies.
A night spent sorting too-small little girl clothes, sending some to Goodwill and stowing others away.
Tomorrow's lunches on my mind.
Clean floors.

When did I become a mom? And it would appear I'm not failing at it as much as I usually think I am.

Grounded. From Writing. No Lie.

Thu, 17 Sep 2009 16:58:04 GMT

Last Saturday I had a complete manuscript-related breakdown that culminated in big fat baby tears and me saying, "This is STUPID and it makes NO SENSE and I HATE IT and CAN YOU PLEASE TORCH MY WRITING FOREVERRRRR?"

Boy, the wise, handsome man that he is, sat down next to me. Put his hand on my shoulder. Asked, "Can you, at this point in time, even tell me what the book is about?"

I sniffled and hiccuped and cried more. "No? Because it's STUPID and it makes NO SENSE and--"

He stopped me, hugged me, and said, "What are you trying to do?"

Line edits. I told him so.

He said he loved me, he liked the book, and because he thought I was a little insane at the moment, he took all my book-related files from my computer. Made a disk image, locked it from me. Copied stuff for his safe keeping. Took all my notes, all my related notebooks, all my index cards. Hid them somewhere, probably in his shop, because it takes a lot for me to go in there (I'm SO allergic).

I'm partway through a mandatory two-week vacation from my writing. And now? Now I'm trying to figure out what AWFUL and HIDEOUS thing I can do to make him extend it for a month.

Yeah, it was really, really good to get away from the story for a while.

Today's Verity's first day of preschool. I subbed in her old class for two hours this morning, but it felt like 4 hours because of no breakfast, no coffee, the Headache of '09 (it's been more or less one continual, yearlong headache, really), and this one kid who kept making escapes. I ran more this morning than I have all year.

But HEY, I am BLOGGING and that is ALL KINDS OF WIN.

During my break, I've been reading and catching up on the housework that's gotten shuffled into the background, working on getting the Sr. High drama team off the ground again after a summer of next to nothing, figuring V's homeschooling fun out, and planning V's birthday party. SHE TURNS 4 ON TUESDAY OMG. *faints*

And now, I get to plan a trip south for October! SWEET! @wodhaund, you and me, coffee & writing. You promised.

The reading: Liked LITTLE BROTHER. Loved CATCHING FIRE. Liked WICKED LOVELY. Loving INK EXCHANGE and my heart is breaking over BEFORE, AFTER, AND SOMEBODY IN BETWEEN. So glad to be reading! *pets the reading* It's so lovely.

Friday Five: Revision Visions.

Fri, 11 Sep 2009 19:06:41 GMT

Five glimpses at this process.

From mid-revision, when I had to index the upcoming plot sequences because my brain was mushy.

My line edits to the left. alaskanmermaid and sboman 's critiques to the right. (yesterday)

I have a lot of work ahead of me. And the best crit partners evar.
To be fair, there were a few pages that weren't marked up like this. ;-)

The desk today, looking rather disheveled as I go back and index the whole ms.

This is my reward for getting work done. A chapter here, a chapter there.

Fearless

Tue, 08 Sep 2009 16:24:46 GMT

I've been kind of (annoyingly) honest about my Fear of Revision and all, right? And you guys have been amazing and poked and goaded and encouraged. I wanted to share something else that inspires me. Not just in writing, though. It's been a theme of my life the past two years. I'm still learning it, but I just have to share:

"Fear never wrote a symphony or poem, negotiated a peace treaty, or cured a disease. Fear never pulled a family out of poverty or a country out of bigorty. Fear never saved a marriage or a business. Courage did that. Faith did that. People who refused to consult or cower to their timidities did that. But fear itself? Fear herds us into a prison and slams its doors."

- Max Lucado, Fearless

So yeah. That.

Even though I feared being annoying or considered whiny, it helped to be honest here. So if you guys need to get some fears off your mind and don't want to feel like you're whining on your blog, I'm opening up the comments of this post. Fear is real, fear keeps us from doing right and good. If you wanna be anonymous, feel free.

Go, Gadget, Go!

Mon, 07 Sep 2009 13:02:27 GMT

Woke up at 7am, per my routine. Ready to work. But...nothing to work on today.

Because I "finished."

So I had Froot Loops and a banana and caught up on Twitters and put on Inspector Gadget (for me to watch as I blog). Next room over, Verity's watching an OLD Muppet Babies tape. Yes. This week, I reclaim my childhood.

Yep, I said "finished." Finished, as in I have a few scenes that sort of just stop, a few places where I skipped to the next thing I knew to write, and three story arcs that demand more attention. Oh, and 84,78t1,102 typos and all the basic editing stuff to do.

But the new story is there. I know scenes need adjusted, and some pulled out, and a lot of trimming done (it's at 117,500 words, IKR?), but the hard rewriting, I THINK, is done. Until people tell me it is Made of Fail, of course.

I am amazed and encouraged by all of you who rang in on this post. It's crazy how many of us feel similarly--the work scares us and can be so disheartening, but we have this weird compulsion to do it. If we don't do it, we're more miserable than we are when we're fretting about it not being good enough. It's easy to think that, "when I've got a contract, this will all be easier." Because someone's connected with it--and you--enough to make an offer, be it representation or publication. But even someone AWESOMELY PUBLISHED like cindy_pon can say, "the doubt never stops," so, you know, maybe it's just human nature to not want to fail and, conversely, to want people to like what you do.

Even more than agents and editors, I don't want to disappoint the people who've cheered me on, put up with my freak-outs, and sacrificed so I can do what I really, truly love to do. YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE. I want it to work so that I haven't wasted anyone's time. But really, they didn't do it so I could get a book deal, you know? They've been supportive because they love me for some reason, and they want me to be happy. And that, dudes, is amazing.

I HAVE AWESOME FRIENDS & FAMILY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I guess, right now, I'm just utterly grateful. Because I know that even if the verdict is this draft sucketh asphalt, and omgpleasestopwriting!, these people will still be here. That is so cool.

I love my peeps. If you are reading this, that actually for really includes you.

Thanks, guys. For reals.

Now to figure out what to do with myself this week. It's gonna be so weird.

Also, Inspector Gadget isn't as awesome as I remember. I might go with She-Ra next. I played more with my She-Ra McDonald's doll than I ever played with a Barbie...

Word count

Sat, 05 Sep 2009 04:37:28 GMT

You guys are awesome. I will reply more fully tomorrow? Sunday? Soon?

Post freak-out word count: 1000+

And a TON of time chasing a specific plotline's tail, to no avail. Yes, it rhymes, no it isn't cute.

So...SUCCESS. For today.

Thanks, LJ buds of WIN!

I've had so much coffee and Coke Zero that my kidneys have informed me they WILL be rupturing tomorrow, so, um, time for water and bed.

When fear steals your productivity.

Fri, 04 Sep 2009 13:05:24 GMT

I've been sitting here for an hour, looking at a blank Word document and writing a few notes in my notebook about the next part of the scene I need to write. I'm on the last leg of this book, mid-big climax of doom, and I'm terrified to write.

I know what happens. I know bits of dialogue. I know the emotions my characters will feel. I know how those emotions will affect their actions, and I know, basically, how everything will blow up. And I know what will remain.

I know that I'm close to THE END.

The thought has my stomach rolling this morning.
You know, when I first heard the term "fear of success" I was like, WTF? That's so dumb! But this draft has made it real for me. At least, I'm scared of succeeding in that when I finally get to the end of this manuscript (success), and get it polished up (success), I will have to send it to betas and crit partners. Which could be a success or a failure. And if it is a success, then I have to send it to the folks that wanted the revision.

Which could lead to the biggest failure of my writing life. And all you writers know how directly related to your personal life, your writing life is.

So that fear has my little fingers paralyzed whenever my Word document is open this morning.

Yesterday it wasn't like this. Yesterday I pumped out 3000 words of bravery, both on my part and my MC's. But this morning, the Voice of Reason tells me, "Uh, yeah, the other drafts were okay but not good enough, so what makes you think this is gonna be good enough? Hack."

Which leads to Voice of Reason's friends chiming in with things like, "Ah, yeah, also, your hero? Lame." and "That thing you did with the plot? You really think anybody's gonna buy that?" And it just goes downhill from there. "You're being selfish, taking all this time to write and not do stuff for people." Oh, and this one: "Everybody's really supportive of you, but they won't be surprised when you fail again. And again. And again. They're nice about your writing because they're nice people."

And then I start thinking things like, "You have 150 followers on Twitter, but only half of them are real people, not marketing bots, and of those people they only followed you back because they, too, are nice people, or have to look you in the eye sometimes."

And, "Nobody will ever take me seriously as a writer if my toenails look like this."

And soon it's, "WHY DID YOU BOTHER GETTING OUT OF BED, MORON?"

Followed by, "SHOOT! Even your BED HATES YOU! That stupid manuscript! BURN IT and EVERYTHING WILL BE BETTER!"

Don't laugh at me.

Don't laugh. This is what I've gone through this morning. And it's not even nine o'clock.

I realize the Voice of Reason has some extremely unreasonable friends. Ape-stink crazy ones, even. And I know that I can't just stop writing, so why delay the inevitable? And even though, yes, the people who've supported me through these drafts are, in fact, extremely charitable and wonderful folks, they're also smart. And I have to trust that they'll be honest as they read.

But most of all, I'm doing this for me. Sometimes, that's the best thing you can do for everyone around you.

So yeah. Gonna take a shot of coffee and man up to this story. If I can beat my fear today, I'll update with a word count. If I can't, well, the only person I'm hurting is me. And that's stupider than trying and failing.

A visual

Thu, 03 Sep 2009 10:01:17 GMT

I needed to get a stormy winter morning in my mind. So I asked for Flickr's help, and she gave me these:

The one you really wanna see, but can't because of CCL is this one of the Brooklyn Bridge being cold and foreboding, like a Cullen.