Nano post #10 In which i heartily thank people

I have friends who graciously donated their endless time to both assist me with ideas, and talk out problems with me, give supposedly constructive critisism or just stand there with blank expressions on their faces while i suddenly am struck by a eurika moment while in their presence and begin to flail ideas around.

I must give a shout-out to three very special people who have been at the forefront of trying to keep me sane this year while undertaking this endeavor.


Colin Morton: You pain in the ass! How could you get me involved in this and then not do it yourself? Gah! Ok ok, i'm kidding, you've been awsome and this is by far the best thing i could have done for myself. I've accomplished more in less than a month than i had in several years worth of trying to write with the simple goal of "someday i might get this published". I can say for a fact without your pestering and the ability to pester you, i never would have done this. .


Mark Telford (aka: Uncle Marcus): By far the most tolerant of my ups and downs this month, permitting me to interupt his lunch hour to talk out how things might be and reading the newest additions to the story almost every day watching me bassically pick apart his own personal character in order to make Uncle Marcus sound all the more believeable. He's allowed me to basically pester him every single day multiple times when i'm having second thoughts.


John Aridi of England (woo!): inspiration and yet another reason why i agreed to join this headless chicken nonsense. Also a frequent companion on Google chat who let me pick his brains even when he was busy. Not to mention he was a great source of information in to the doings of the mob, personalities, and much needed laughter.


Other shout outs include: Margaret Florio, cousin and editor who drove all the way from poulsbo to see me and help me through some of the toughest times.


Kenny Gray: who made sure i got out to see the sun (or rather i guess it was the moon cause we always met up after work when it was dark out) every once in a while and bribed me with food and a lot of laughter especially about squeaky broccolli...don't ask, inside joke.


And The Eastside Wrimers group that met at Soul Foods and later at Panera in Redmond. Though our so called write-ins became entirely too boisterous for any productivity, i had a blast getting the chance to meet each one of you and hear about your stories.


And another Thank You to everyone who as asked about my story and how i'm doing. it was very heart warming to know that you supported my crazy efforts. I swear, most of you will see me starting to emerge now and accepting offers to hang out or go places.

GOD FUCKING DAMNIT!

THIS IS WHY I WON'T PEOPLE DRIVE WHEN I'VE SEEN THEM DRINKING....
THIS IS WHY I WON'T HESITATE TO PHYSICALLY WRESTLE THEIR KEYS AWAY...
THIS IS WHY I WILL CALL THE COPS ON THEIR ASS IN A HEARTBEAT...

MY 11 YEAR OLD COUSIN WAS HIT BY A DRUNK DRIVER LAST NIGHT......

FUCK ALL OF YOU DRINKING AND DRIVING ASSHOLES. FUCK YOU ALL WHO THINK YOU'RE INVINCIBLE WHEN YOU HAVE ALCOHOL IN YOUR SYSTEM. FUCK YOU ALL WHO THINK I'M OVERREACING.

Nano post #9: in which i see the light at the end of the tunnel

So my genius level is rather high today, or i guess it was last night at 10:30.

I generally write in MS Word, then post it onto Google Documents every day so that my collaborator can read it.


However he called me this morning to let me know that while looking at a copy of a pay pal receipt for purchasing a Christmas gift was very interesting, he was more curious about how the story was progressing. I somehow managed to paste the wrong thing and not notice how drastically different it looked. Go me!


Crossed over the 40k line last night and now I'm in the home stretch. With slightly less than 10k to go, i'm seeing the light at the end of the tunnel and watching all the little bullet points in my story suddently mesh together in a wierd version of connect the dots. Seeing the lines begin to form between them is making all the late nights and extreme amounts of frustration as well as a almost non-existant social life all well worth it.

Still to do:
discovering of an assasination/terrorist attack,
re-routing bomb,
and the big finally in which i get to thumb my nose at the antagonist and watch their world crumble around them metephorically.

Perhaps a little masochistic, but believe me, these guys have it coming to them.

Woohoo for learning HTML

My Widget! This shows you my overall progress on NaNo for 2008.



This shows you how I'm doing at meeting the daily quota (ignore all that red stuff and yeah.....)



And this show's you my percentage to complete:



I wish i could show you my progress report except that it said i was projected to finish in about 13 days (there's only 12 left btw) and um....the dog ate it.

In which i am sleep deprived and not in the mood for hypercondriacs.

I'm not usually one that complains about sleep deprivation. I figure if soldiers and doctors and countless other individuals (also known as 90% of the population of Japan) can get by with a severe lack of sleep, so can I.

I love my appartment. It's cozy, my roommate is quite compatable to my habits, the rent is reasonable to my budget, and my room is essentially easily turned into a cave simply by covering one window with a black sheet and thus blocking the light from the entryway which has one of those auto lights. I can't unscrew the bulb, because according to my roommate, that would be dangerous! Someone could use the darkness to try and break into our appartment! Oh noes!

(insert unamused stare)

The fact of the matter is that if someone ever REALLY wanted to break into our appartment, we don't have anything that could really stop them. Our ~snirk!~ secure deadbolt is in a very unsecure doorway with a good deal of light around it. A good solid kick won't prevent much. While we may have a home made trellise blocking the jump onto our deck and thus the sliding glass door, it still wouldn't stop someone determined. And my window is by far the most logical entry point. A quick break, jump a little, and you're in.

Now, on the other hand. It only get's dark at night and both of us are ususally home by night or shortly after nightfall. I'm a light sleeper. I wake up as soon as i hear my very quite neighbor set foot on the stairs. Let alone all the noise caused by trying to break in. You kick in our front door or try to smash my window and before you can grab anything you'll have me after you with my metal baseball bat and screaming like a banshee. And you'll be running from there with somethign broken and me still chasing you.

Perhaps what i am describing is overkill, but i am not a happy person when my sleep is rudly interupted. Just ask my roommate and her frying fiasco at 11pm one night.
And in the event that I am not home. Well, then i truely hope that Katherine baracades herself in the bathroom and remembers that it's only stuff and we both have renter's insurance.

I just prefer to handle things...shall we say........in a more direct approach.