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Friday, March 26, 2004

13:03 PM PST

Catie got me dis for my berfday!

Catie is k001!

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09:51 AM PST

The proposal is off to the protoeditor. I did a quick spelling and grammar check on it in Word and nearly had a heart attack. It's written in a style that's sort of reminiscent of Jacqueline Carey's Kushiel books and is therefore very passive. (Though it gets better when things are happening and there's not a lot of exposition like in the first chapter.) Still, had to type in a couple of pages of Kushiel and check them too, just to make sure that it really was a peril of the style. Whew!

In other news, I want a four-earred kitten too!

We're going to a horse expo next weekend, just to look at training demos and such and try to figure out what we're going to do with Dia.

Den found out there's a dog show soon, too. He's started talking about getting a dog again, so maybe we will. A Sheltie or Collie, I think. He really likes the blue merle color, so we'll see if we can find one of those that doesn't cost an arm and a leg.

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Thursday, March 25, 2004

19:48 PM PST
(Posted this on the wrong blog. Oops.)

Wrote 220 words yesterday, on top of the 2900 to finish Iya. 3100ish? Not bad for one day.

Today, another 1450 to finish (I think; I'll send it tomorrow) my proposal for the protoeditor. I'm very very smug about this proposal, actually. It's completely unlike my other stuff and in a different sort of voice, but that's what the protoeditor is looking for (I think). I think it's pretty good, though, so we'll see.

Other'n'at, it's been a quiet day.

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Wednesday, March 24, 2004

11:44 AM PST



The Book will now sit idle for a couple of weeks until I'm ready to clean it up and send it on. I know there are a couple of things I need to change and a few things to add, but I'm not going to worry about it right now, because I'm DONE!

*skip* *cavort* *frolic*

Ahem twice. 2900 words or so. Stick a fork in 'er. She's done.

Oh. I'm currently at 99750 words, but with the extra stuff that has to go in, it'll end up being 100K+. And that, friends and neighbors, is the biggest damned book I've written to date.


Tuesday, March 23, 2004

21:25 PM PST

Another 700 words. 2600 for the day and I am absolutely confident that I'll be done tomorrow. If I don't power on and finish tonight. I may watch Love's Labor's Lost instead.

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18:55 PM PST

1900 words, give or take a few. Nine pages, and I wrote it all out by hand first. 'course this means that I don't have to scrape many more out of my brain to a) finish the chapter and b) finish the book. I think the first draft will be done by tomorrow. Which would be a great relief because I only got asked for it, um. Nine months ago. Shhhh!

I'm gonna go to the gym and let my brain refill.

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01:12 AM PST

Final count for the day: approximately 2500 words.

Chapter 30 is finished, in rough (very rough) form.

I broke Dragon's 93K total. Woo, go me. Longest Book Ever.

It should only take two more chapters to wrap this baby up. I'll be so happy I'll dance in the street.


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Monday, March 22, 2004

18:06 PM PST

1. The dealer screwed up repairing the water pump on the car. It's getting towed back to the dealer.
It's now blown out all the coolant and I am lucky it didn't blow up on me on the way to or from the dentist.

2. Speaking of which: Ow. A lot.

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13:50 PM PST

I am less pissed at the theatre. Probably because I'm not actively dealing with how screwed up things are. The theatre doesn't hate me, and I've been told I'm always welcome there. If, maybe, they mean that, I'll try directing something smaller next year.

The Shakespeare Festival here is doing Taming of the Shrew. I really shouldn't audition because it conflicts with WW, but it's Taming of the Shrew! And I probably wouldn't get Kate, but it's Taming of the Shrew!


Have written 1150 words thus far today. I know where I'm going for the next scene chunk. I have to take a break to go get the gaping hole in my tooth repaired, though. Ask me how thrilled I am, even though this should be very minor. Not so thrilled. I hate dentists.

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Sunday, March 21, 2004

22:02 PM PST

I actually wrote. 1701 words to finish a short chapter but you know, that's pretty good, considering the fact that I haven't written at all lately, so I am not displeased. More words tomorrow. No more bwain tonight. Oh! But I made the 90K mark!

I ripped out a bed of what I think is some sort of sage plant. Fuzzy leaves, purple flowers, smells sort of minty when the leaves are crushed, but it's definitely not mint. It's got creeper roots and it takes over the lawn. We had two beds of the stuff. Now we have one.

Then we went out and had lunch, saw the ponies -- Dia and Shawnee were subjected/treated to grooming sessions -- and had some ice cream. All in all, not a bad day. But I'm alllll sleepy. I will probably go read. I was going to watch a movie, but I donno if my brain can take it.

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Saturday, March 20, 2004

19:02 PM PST

Today, I got up very early, took a shower, bought a coffee and went and took a final.

Then I came up with a sort of Chinese Cinderella story. Sort of. It has dragons. It probably won't be any more saleable than Dragon is, but I like the idea.

Then I did some medical transcription.

Then I came up with a rockin' title for a book that I will one day write.

Then I played some Nethack and some cards and with luck, I will have sushi soon.

Oh, and I helped try to fix the new dent in the car. :P But mostly, it's been a good day.

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Friday, March 19, 2004

11:29 AM PST

The play is a thing of history, at least as far as directing goes.

I will miss the cast terribly.

I will not miss the looking over my shoulder or constant self-doubt that I'm doing something wrong.

I feel like I should offer to help them out in some way. I will give myself a few days to get over this feeling and then decide if I still want to offer.

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Thursday, March 18, 2004

14:08 PM PST

As I told Catie, Den and I went to the world's most surreal St. Patrick's day parade last night.

It contained, in no particular order:

Lots of men in kilts. Playing bagpipes. o.o

Not to mention the prison band.

The sixth grade drum corps with a director lacking any sort of rhythm.

Random dogs and the local minor league baseball team mascot.

A slew of teenaged beauty pageant winners.

The local Teamsters union and their trucks.

And a fat guy with a ponytail and a cross over his shoulder. I should mention the cross had a wheel attached to it so that it would roll along.

The giant animated elephant that looked sort of like some creature out of Starwars.

And a boat. We don't know why there was a boat. It just was.

We had a fantastic time snarking at it. Then we went and bought more art from the Native American Crack Store (tm). We bought fudge, then we went out to dinner and came home.

Very pleasant, very relaxing.

I have not written since the crap with the play started. I have put together a playlist of Sting and David Arkenstone to try to get me back into Iyaheadspace. Hopefully that and walking away will kick the rest of the book free.

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09:04 AM PST
The more I think about this theatre thing, the angrier I get.

Yes, I'm ranting...


Wednesday, March 17, 2004

09:16 AM PST

I must write. I should write. I have not written for two days, and I feel like such a slacker.

The play has not gotten any better. In fact, I've been told exactly how I'm messing things up. However, I love my cast, theatre owners notwithstanding. So, I'll probably just finish the goddamned play (assuming I can find an actor for the last role) and walk away from those particular people.

That's about it as far as updates go. Sorry for being so boring. :)

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Monday, March 15, 2004

16:41 PM PST

The play continues to drive me insane. Must talk to the guys running the theatre tonight, because things can not continue this way.

And because I'm otherwise brainless, here, have a name meme:

If you call me...

If you call me Sarah, you are my parents, various relatives, theatre geeks or the occasional friend who hasn't latched on to one of my other nicknames.

If you call me Yaz, you are my husband, online friends or part of my gaming group.

If you call me Tardah, you are my oldest niece, many years ago.

If you call me either George or Sam, you are my uncle Harry, depending on which one of us starts the conversation.

If you call me Anais, you are Stella, or an old cow-orker.

If you call me Sawah, you Risa.

If you call me Riff-Raph, you are Kriss and you're the only one who uses that name. Ever. No one else would get it.

If you call me Shea, you met me on, know me from, or know me via someone who was on Garou.

If you call me any one of my various online personas, I'll probably answer to them, because I contain multitudes.

And if you call me Mrs. Palmero, I will either laugh, snarl, hang up on you, or do some combination of the three.

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Saturday, March 13, 2004

19:48 PM PST

Wrote another 250 words.

Jennifer passed on Iya.

Hopeful is exhausting.

Going to eat and see Hidalgo. I think my brain can handle that.

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10:06 AM PST

1,050 words this morning to finish chapter 28 so I could get through the storm. I, in theory, ought to have two more chapters to go so I can end at an even 30. I may have to push that to four and end at 32. Donno. I also may not worry about it until I've done a rewrite, because things are bound to change. Still, the end is in sight. YAAAAAAY!

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00:00 AM PST
850 words or so and the chapter's still not finished. Well. It might be. I don't think it is. I have to write this suckful sandstorm and it's just not coming. I'll try to dream on it.

I'm going to finish this thing if it kills me.

Oh. Yes. Another actor called to tell me he would have been interested in the play, if. I appreciate the call. As to the show?

No comment.

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Friday, March 12, 2004

13:35 PM PST

I'm amused by the fact that my mother (who is now redeemed; birthday stuff got sent late) sent me a copy of the Reduced Shakespeare Company DVD about a week after I saw it via Netflix. It's a small, small inspiration/energy sphere out there, folks.

I continue to fuss over non-existant responses from various markets. They will come in their own good time, I suppose. I'll try not to fuss too much.

In talking with Catie this morning, I discovered that my boredom with Iya (and boooooy am I bored with her) is probably not because the idea's gone bad, but that I've been working on this for a long time, and I'm almost done and I'm *TIRED* of it. Which means that I should power through and finish it up, set it aside for a couple of weeks, and then get it out of here.

I'll try to do that.

Gave a copy of the Patchwork script to an online pal who's dabbling in filmmaking. Hey, it's not making me money sitting on my hard drive, so, why not?

Still no word on a cast for my play. That gets another week. If I don't have a full cast on Thursday, I will walk away.

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Wednesday, March 10, 2004

22:38 PM PST

Wow, lots of folks stopping by ye old webbe page today. Guess I better update. :)

No more writing, really, though I keep picking out a couple hundred words a day. Bad me.

The play is ... frustrating in the extreme. I've had only half the cast the last two nights. But the cast I *do* have have been wonderful and patient and tolerant.

My calf is mostly better. I've been eating terribly, and I think that's why I'm exhausted all the time. Will remedy that tomorrow. Really.

I doubt I'll write any more tonight. I have to finish some laundry, and then reading will do me, I think.

Oh. I pruned the heck out of the rose bushes. Hopefully they survive.

That is all.

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Tuesday, March 9, 2004

17:21 PM PST

Last night (first read-thru for the play) didn't go as badly as it could have. Den came and read, we laughed a lot. I thought I'd solved most of the casting issues.

Come to find out today that two of the three people I needed, who I thought I had, can't commit to the show. My AD (who isn't, really) is unavailable at the moment. I still have no stage manager.


Den brought me cheesecake for my birthday, which was very sweet. We went out to dinner after the readthru and talked about the play. He's going to buy me a video game, too, I think.

My mother, who chewed me out for not doing things for *her* birthday, didn't even call.

Calm Cool & In Control. Right.

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