Waving the white flag

Okay, I give up. I surrender the weekend to anti-progress as it relates to my writing. *sigh*

I did finish SAINT CITY SINNERS though. It was good (can Lilith Saintcrow write bad?). I'm struggling with what to say here without giving too much away. I guess I'll say this: I learned that Danny Valentine and I are two veeeeeeeery different people. I mean even beyond the whole part-demon bounty hunter thing. She made choices in this book that I not only don't agree with, but I can't even honestly say I understand them. A lot of times when that happens, I'll knock the writer a bit -- clearly s/he didn't accomplish their goal of bringing the reader around to the MC's point of view, right? Not agreement, you understand, but acceptance. An understanding that even if this isn't what you would do, you understand why the character chose to do it and it makes sense for that character. In this case, I feel more like I'm just not getting the whole picture yet. I'm going to reserve judgement until the end of Book 5: TO HELL AND BACK, out in January.

We also decorated for Christmas, tree and all. The house feels nice and festive now. Well, at least the living room does.

Ok, I'm off to bed. New words tomorrow or I'm going to have to kick my own ass. Word hag is NOT happy.

Bad writer, very bad writer!

Going off the book diet? Not such a good decision. I've gotten next to nothing done for the last three days thanks to Lilith Saintcrow's SAINT CITY SINNERS. Well, to be fair, that and a brand new shiny cold. And a snowstorm last night that delayed my bus, causing me to wait out in the freezing cold for an hour. When one can't feel one's fingers or toes, one doesn't feel much like writing.

So, I officially label myself a slacker this week. I'm going to do some writing now, then we're going to see Wicked tonight. I read the book and wasn't overly in love with it. I can't imagine how they're going to translate it to the stage. But everyone has loved it so much, I couldn't resist checking it out. Tomorrow we'll be putting up the Christmas tree and I've got a fair amount of work to do for the day job (poo). I'm going to try to finish Saint City Sinners this weekend, though, that way I have no distractions as I head into next week.

I hope all of you are being more productive than I am! :)

And on the fifty-sixth day...

...she was lazy.

No words today but many, many episodes of Lost, Season Two were watched, enjoyed and then discussed over sushi. Not a bad way to spend a Sunday.

Ugh.

My availability for writing this week is shrinking down to almost zero. Minimal time last night, less than minimal time tonight and Thursday and Friday nights are shot. So I say again: Ugh. I have no progress worth posting from a word count perspective. I did some thinking about the story in a spare moment today and realized a few different things I need to layer in to tighten up the story, which is good.

Hopefully, I'll have something worthy to post about tomorrow night. *sigh*

'proh-kras-tuh-neyt'

pro·cras·ti·nate [proh-kras-tuh-neyt, pruh-] -nat·ed, -nat·ing.
–verb (used without object)
1. to defer action; delay: to procrastinate until an opportunity is lost.
–verb (used with object)
2. to put off till another day or time; defer; delay.
[Origin: 1580–90; < L prōcrāstinātus (ptp. of prōcrāstināre to put off until tomorrow, equiv. to prō- pro-1 + -crāstināre, deriv. of crāstinus of tomorrow; crās tomorrow + -tinus suffix forming adjs. from temporal advs.); see -ate1]

—Related forms
pro·cras·ti·nat·ing·ly, pro·cras·ti·na·tive·ly, adverb
pro·cras·ti·na·tion, noun
pro·cras·ti·na·tive, pro·cras·ti·na·to·ry, adjective
pro·cras·ti·na·tive·ness, noun
pro·cras·ti·na·tor, noun


I am feeling sluggish and lethargic today. In a strange contradiction, I want to write but don't want to write this scene and don't want to skip ahead. Which leaves me dragging out each sentence kicking and screaming.

Ugh.

We saw Oceans 13 last night. It's much better than Oceans 12 (That Julia Roberts pretending to be herself thing? Trainwreck.) but still not as good as Oceans 11. The plot was decent, the dialogue witty for the most part and the cast was good. Definitely worth seeing, but maybe as a rental.

Hmmmm

Does a net gain of 34 words after staring grumpily at your work in progress for an hour count as progress?

Yeah, I didn't think so either.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder

Due to an incredibly busy week, my writing time is extremely limited. But I'm _dying_ to get back to it. It's a holiday weekend, so I should have some good catch up time between Saturday and Monday.

Hope all is well out in your part of the world...