We have something even better: the kittens can jump onto the kitchen counters now. Thanksgiving is going to be so much fun.
Yearly Archives: 2008
Chronology
3:00 AM – Wake up. Raining hard. The rain sounds nice. Everyone else is still sleeping, even the kittens. Go downstairs, let in the big cats, feed big cats and one kitten. Go looking throughout house for other kitten. FInd her, feed her too.
3:20 AM – It took 20 minutes to feed the cats?
3:25 AM – Start writing
4:30 AM – Update nanowrimo draft 1 word count. It’s over 50,000, yay. Far from finished, though. A mess, to be honest. Type a little more. Check email.
5:00 AM – Celebrate by going back to bed for an hour.
5:15 AM – Give up, go back downstairs to kitchen, hang out with Alpha.
6:00 AM – Pack lunch for Gamma.
6:15 AM – Shower, shave.
6:30 AM – Wake and feed Gamma. Empty dishwasher. Fill dishwasher. Clean litter boxes.
7:00 AM – Start nagging Gamma to get ready.
7:20 AM – Last call. We really have to leave now.
7:30 AM – Leave for school. Drop Gamma, continue on to work.
8:30 AM – 5:30 PM – Random shit. Maybe hit Apple store at lunch to look at xmas gifts for Beta.
7:00 PM – Run buffet at Beta’s harp concert, somehow.
8:00 PM – Lose all cognitive functioning, due to getting up at 3 AM.
9:00 PM – Go out for drinks with harp people after concert, etc.
10:00 PM – Go to bed or fall asleep in restaurant, depending on location.
Get with it, Monsanto
If kittens smelled like bacon, they’d be perfect.
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On writing
3.30 AM is a good time to write. The house is quiet, except for the kittens rolling around the kitchen floor in a Tupperware mixing bowl, their current favorite toy after the concert harp, which is off-limits. Gamma is sleeping upstairs, Alpha is in Japan and Beta went back to her dorm last night.
If you close the kitchen door, Gamma can’t hear you when you slam your forehead on the kitchen table to wake yourself up every ten minutes.
In this fashion, 2000 words get written in, roughly, 2 hours.
Random words, mostly:
the,orange,the,shopping,list,a,water bottle,tile,ceiling,pyjamas.
Regarding the world
The world is a reel played by a one-legged woman.
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Stream of consciousness
I was on my way to a nearby park, wandering along the sidewalk with my nose in this old journal I have had in my pocket for years, ready to receive any brilliant thoughts I should have. It is a small Moleskine, apparently a lifetime supply based on the number of brilliant thoughts I have written into it so far. I did jot down a couple ideas recently, and when I checked to see what I had written previously, it was an idea about the possible form this very novel could take, written in October 2006; the idea would solve a few problems I am currently facing with the story, and should make the job of writing it a lot more fluent. I hadn’t realized I had been carrying this story around in my head for so long, but when I stop to think about it, it’s been around nine years since I had the original dream that lies at its center. So instead of continuing my walk, I ran back to my PC to blog about it.
Doing it, baby
I am doing it, baby. You can watch here.
The Metamorphosism Theory of Writing is, writing is like a cat going to the bathroom on the litter box. And re-writing is sifting through the litter with the little shovel, and going, “turd, turd, pee, turd, pee, hey is that a ruby? Nah, just a Barbie shoe. Turd. Pee. SAPPHIRE!!!”
The thing is, you have to go to the bathroom first and not sift until you’re done and it’s cooled off. And then you have to sift for long enough, yet know when to quit.1
1MToW is a work in progress