Tuesday night, zzzzzzz
Oct. 16th, 2007 08:57 pmHmm. I can't say exactly how much I got done today, since it was in scattershot places, but it was somewhere in the neighborhood of 2000-2500 words, so: good times. I'm actually feeling really wiped out this week, which either means that I'm fighting off some kind of incipient cold or it's a hormonal thing--I have tons of laundry to do and trash to take out, and it's all I can do to peck away at the laptop. (Upside: Sci-Fi was running a small X-Files marathon today, including "Bad Blood," "The Post-Modern Prometheus," "Home," and a Doggett-Reyes episode that I pointedly ignored. It was one of my better days for background television.)
Meanwhile, my mother, bless her heart (and I mean that sincerely, not in a Southern Snark way) is driving me crazy. And I think part of what's driving me crazy is that I understand where she's coming from, but I don't know how to measure or communicate what she wants to know. What happens is that she comes home every day and asks me how far along on Black Ribbon I am, even though I have told her that I don't know and that I have no way of knowing. I can tell her how many words and/or pages it currently is, but I cannot say how long it will be when it's done, and I can't be entirely sure how many scenes are lacking, as I'm at a point where I'm making up a lot of expansion as I go along. This just how I work, honestly, and part of the reason academic papers give me hives is that I literally do not know when they'll be done until the moment I go, "Hey! That last paragraph was pretty much it! There's nothing left to do! It's done!" A lot of this has to do with the fact that I work out of order. I can't help it; it's the way I think. And it kills me because I know that she's always believed in me as writer, even when I was five years old and writing "books" in crayon. My family has been supporting me financially because they believe in me, and I think we're all kind of looking at this as The Project That Makes Me Financially Independent. Of them, I mean; not independent of working at all. So I understand why she wants to know. But I've told her my goal is to finish this by my birthday, which is in almost exactly two months, so you'd think that'd give her a time frame, right? But today I'm like, "Today wasn't quite as good as yesterday, but it was still 2000-2500 words or so," and she says (hopefully!), "So is it almost finished?" Is it almost... is it... IS IT ALMOST FINISHED? ARE YOU SHITTING ME? And she keeps asking if I can give her a percentage ("Is it 80% done?" The only thing harder than saying "I don't know" is "Well, I do know it's hardly that done"), and I can't. I don't know. I feel like I'm on top of things, but "things" can't be quantified at the moment. I'm thisclose to making a frickin' bar graph of all twenty chapters showing approximately how much may or may not be done, except that I'm afraid imaginary numbers may be involved ("Chapter 7 = 3a x [15b +4c] - 54i"). I want to tell her what she wants to know, and I understand why she wants to know it, but I don't know how to express the answer in numbers, dammit!
Anyway, I am deeply of the tired, so I have only a tiny spot of linkspam for you today:
For those of you who have read Erik Larson's Thunderstruck: Notorious Dr Crippen wrongly hanged, scientists say. "But they concede that other evidence clearly shows that the body could only have made its way to Crippen's house when he and his [allegedly murdered] wife were living there." To be honest, I had wondered why Crippen would poison and mutilate his wife.
Chocolatier resigns after "extraordinary act of truffle-squishing" in a rival store.
Hey! It's a new Crap Email From A Dude! "You Have Destroyed True Love."
Time Bandits map reproduction.
Entertainment Weekly previews Alan Moore's League of Extraordinary Gentlemen: Black Dossier. Whee!
Dumbledore is "Machiavellian," and Snape "Vindictive" Says J.K. Rowling, handles rogue bra with aplomb.
Tim Burton to Speak in NYC & Sweeney Todd Press Days Set.
A filmgoer’s guide to bad sex with Christian Bale.

Meanwhile, my mother, bless her heart (and I mean that sincerely, not in a Southern Snark way) is driving me crazy. And I think part of what's driving me crazy is that I understand where she's coming from, but I don't know how to measure or communicate what she wants to know. What happens is that she comes home every day and asks me how far along on Black Ribbon I am, even though I have told her that I don't know and that I have no way of knowing. I can tell her how many words and/or pages it currently is, but I cannot say how long it will be when it's done, and I can't be entirely sure how many scenes are lacking, as I'm at a point where I'm making up a lot of expansion as I go along. This just how I work, honestly, and part of the reason academic papers give me hives is that I literally do not know when they'll be done until the moment I go, "Hey! That last paragraph was pretty much it! There's nothing left to do! It's done!" A lot of this has to do with the fact that I work out of order. I can't help it; it's the way I think. And it kills me because I know that she's always believed in me as writer, even when I was five years old and writing "books" in crayon. My family has been supporting me financially because they believe in me, and I think we're all kind of looking at this as The Project That Makes Me Financially Independent. Of them, I mean; not independent of working at all. So I understand why she wants to know. But I've told her my goal is to finish this by my birthday, which is in almost exactly two months, so you'd think that'd give her a time frame, right? But today I'm like, "Today wasn't quite as good as yesterday, but it was still 2000-2500 words or so," and she says (hopefully!), "So is it almost finished?" Is it almost... is it... IS IT ALMOST FINISHED? ARE YOU SHITTING ME? And she keeps asking if I can give her a percentage ("Is it 80% done?" The only thing harder than saying "I don't know" is "Well, I do know it's hardly that done"), and I can't. I don't know. I feel like I'm on top of things, but "things" can't be quantified at the moment. I'm thisclose to making a frickin' bar graph of all twenty chapters showing approximately how much may or may not be done, except that I'm afraid imaginary numbers may be involved ("Chapter 7 = 3a x [15b +4c] - 54i"). I want to tell her what she wants to know, and I understand why she wants to know it, but I don't know how to express the answer in numbers, dammit!
Anyway, I am deeply of the tired, so I have only a tiny spot of linkspam for you today:
For those of you who have read Erik Larson's Thunderstruck: Notorious Dr Crippen wrongly hanged, scientists say. "But they concede that other evidence clearly shows that the body could only have made its way to Crippen's house when he and his [allegedly murdered] wife were living there." To be honest, I had wondered why Crippen would poison and mutilate his wife.
Chocolatier resigns after "extraordinary act of truffle-squishing" in a rival store.
Hey! It's a new Crap Email From A Dude! "You Have Destroyed True Love."
Time Bandits map reproduction.
Entertainment Weekly previews Alan Moore's League of Extraordinary Gentlemen: Black Dossier. Whee!
Dumbledore is "Machiavellian," and Snape "Vindictive" Says J.K. Rowling, handles rogue bra with aplomb.
Tim Burton to Speak in NYC & Sweeney Todd Press Days Set.
A filmgoer’s guide to bad sex with Christian Bale.
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Date: 2007-10-17 03:12 am (UTC)From the Three Minute Hamlet:
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I have trouble with my parents asking me when I'm going to graduate all the time. ("I don't know! When I'm done with all the research and all the writing!")
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Date: 2007-10-17 03:39 am (UTC)ChristmaKwanakahhhwhat my little brother used to call "Gift Giving Season".no subject
Date: 2007-10-17 03:45 am (UTC)I'm excited as hell about Black Dossier, but man that preview is crappily formated. Horrid flash viewer and instead of actually zooming in so you can read the tiny text bubbles it give you a pixelated "magnifying glass" view instead. Bleh.
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Date: 2007-10-17 04:00 am (UTC)Gaaaaah! Why do they do this? I'm in a revision marathon myself, and I can't tell you how often I've had to answer this question in the past month. They mean well, but...I keep wanting to ask, "So, CEO yet?" "So, pregnant yet?" "So, lost 20 lbs. yet?" and so forth, as appropriate.
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Date: 2007-10-17 04:20 am (UTC)NYC bride is suing her wedding florist for $400K. Why? Because... the hydrangeas were the wrong color. Well, she says they were wilted, too. And in dirty vases without water.
She's really reaching here, isn't she? Jebus. Why can't she just demand a refund like a normal pers--oh. She's a lawyer.
NEVER MIND.
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Date: 2007-10-17 04:29 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-10-17 04:43 am (UTC)League of Extraordinary Acts of Truffle Squishing
Date: 2007-10-17 04:52 am (UTC)You linkspam has made me imagine Christian Bale, as Patrick Bateman, squishing truffles.
Also, my mom does that thing like, "ARE YOU DONE YET" when I'm doing papers. It's very frustrating, because I have all the information, but I'm terrible at outlining. So I have to piece together all of my highlighting and information in a coherent matter without sounding stupid, and the, "JESSSSS, ARE YOU DONE WITH YOUR PAPER YET" doesn't seem to help. Hmm.
"Is it done yet?"
Date: 2007-10-17 05:12 am (UTC)I try and train the family that, if they must aks, "How's it going?" is a better question. It allows for an affirmative answer if the day has gone well. "Is it done yet?" allows only for a negative, even if you've been productive.
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Date: 2007-10-17 05:17 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-10-17 05:35 am (UTC)Regardless, maybe its time to just tell her something. I totally understand in the not-knowing-when-its-done department. And its horrible lying to your mom, but sometimes it the best way to stop people asking.
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Date: 2007-10-17 05:43 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-10-17 05:46 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-10-17 06:23 am (UTC)Also?:
bad sex with Christian Bale
I refuse to believe this is possible. *sticks fingers in ears* LALALALALA.
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Date: 2007-10-17 07:27 am (UTC)(They actually showed the ep in your icon, too--the Stephen King demon doll one. At least, I know they showed that one, and I know Mulder was busy sharpening pencils at some point during the day.)
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Date: 2007-10-17 07:31 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-10-17 12:45 pm (UTC)I'm almost sure it is - Bad Blood is a classic X-File episode!
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Date: 2007-10-17 01:24 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-10-17 01:26 pm (UTC)(I'm also a bit confused because I know precisely that Hotel Chocolat and I can't quite reconcile the description of his actions with the shop's layout.)
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Date: 2007-10-17 03:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-10-17 03:31 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-10-17 05:06 pm (UTC)Sadly, I can't offer any advice on the writing progress front, because I never finish anything (fiction-wise), so nobody really expects me to anymore. Better luck to you!
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Date: 2007-10-17 05:45 pm (UTC)Yarha, The Pay's the Thing Wherein I'll Catch the Conscience of the King
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Date: 2007-10-17 05:52 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-10-17 06:03 pm (UTC)In re: the mom
Date: 2007-10-17 06:33 pm (UTC)Or maybe not...:) It's sort of the job of a mom to drive you crazy solely because she loves you and wants you to do well. You can't deprive her of that!
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Date: 2007-10-17 06:35 pm (UTC)Less annoying that your situation, but: I am empathetic. :P
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Date: 2007-10-17 10:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-10-18 05:04 am (UTC)I went through about 3/4 of a year where I was trying and trying to find work, and every day my parents (whom I was living with) would ask me about my progress, and no matter what I tried, they wouldn't stop. I mean, I tried everything - explaining that I was working on it and it stressed me when they asked, yelling about it, crying about it (I was seriously depressed about the job hunt for a period)...nothing worked.
I will tell you what did, though. I moved out and moved in with my sister and her husband. Even though I was still doing temp work just as I had at home, I felt this weight lifted off of me by moving out. It was amazing.
Of course, you have to HAVE someplace to move to. That can be hard. I just lucked out.
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Date: 2007-10-18 01:49 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-10-18 01:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-10-18 11:12 pm (UTC)and, irrelevantly, but because i immediately thought of you: knuuuuuuuut! (http://icanhascheezburger.com/2007/10/16/i-has-a-blanket-noo-they-be-stealin-my-blanket/)
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Date: 2007-10-19 04:15 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-10-19 06:40 pm (UTC)http://outnow.ch/Media/Img/2007/HarryPotter5/
http://outnow.ch/Media/Img/2007/HarryPotter5/movie.ws/24?w=1400&h=844
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Date: 2007-10-19 08:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-10-19 09:06 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-10-19 10:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-10-19 10:15 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-10-20 02:16 am (UTC)http://www.the-leaky-cauldron.org/2007/10/20/j-k-rowling-at-carnegie-hall-reveals-dumbledore-is-gay-neville-marries-hannah-abbott-and-scores-more
!!!!
I assume youve heard though. but still... gasp!
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Date: 2007-10-20 02:25 am (UTC)