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tsukinofaerii) wrote2009-11-10 09:55 pm
tsukinofaerii) wrote2009-11-10 09:55 pm
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Day Ten
Eventful day was eventful! First, tomorrow is Veterans Day, which means I, as a worker bee at an educational institute, will not be working. I plan to sleep, eat, and write. Not necessarily in that order.
First, Zippo finally popped! @-@ And she did it all over the house. New mothers, sigh. There were four total, but we lost one. :\ The other three are looking a little scrawny, but honestly, they always do. I don't know why. The good news is that it probably wasn't incest. Two of them came out black, and the other is really dark. That suggests that Teddy was the culprit, and thankfully he is not related to Zippo in any way. If anyone is in the Southeastern US area and interested in a companion around, oh, Christmas, PM me please. They're going to need homes, because I am not keeping them. I bring you pictures (with my shiny shiny new camera) under the cut: Before, After, and The Munchkins.
This is Zippo's before and after photos. I swear, she carried them like a watermelon. And yes, those are my feet.
This here is the munchkins. I'm going to try and get a good picture of one in my hand; they're THAT tiny.
I also had an interesting talk with my aunt that kind of made me go oO. We were talking about how I was never really a social animal as a kid; I'd find a corner and read or draw rather than share gossip or whatever it is kids do when they're on the playground, and she shared a story. When I was little (okay, for like, 90% of my childhood), I had long hair. My mom, like many moms who have never had long hair, was kind of rough brushing it. She says that one time she asked how I stood it, and I told her that I "go away to a place where it doesn't hurt". That... um. Doesn't sound good to me. o.O; I'm not really worried, but it's just one of those weird things that make you look back on your childhood with new eyes and a wish for a manual of some sort.
I may have also had one of those upsetting moments when you look at a grainy old black and white photo and go "HEY, she's hot!" and then you read the text and find out it's your grandmother. D: TRAUMATIZED. I will get a copy of said pic up one day.
NaNo! NaNo hated me. No, really, I walked away from work today with words that I was certain I'd have to highlight and trash. I had no idea where I was going, wtf the boys were doing, and I was about a thousand words from breaking something--possibly Tony. It Was Not Working. They had veered so far off track that I had no clue what to do with them, and ended up spilling out a day of writing that I believed was horrifically OOC and, worse, would completely neuter a later scene that I actual need! I had huge chunks of text highlighted in green for later removal, and had reached the point where I'd considered randomly killing someone for the sake of plot. It was that bad.
And then I got into one of those conversations that make everything clear up. Well, I say conversation, but what I mean is that I monologued at my cousin until she gave me a solution just to shut me up. Not only did this salvage MASSIVE OOC CHUNKS OF TEXT, but it also moved the story along and gave me a reason to hand Steve some info he'll need for later. I still had to leave some chunks highlighted, but they're only about three hundred, rather than an entire day. So this plot twist around 25k? That's all her. I will name a villain in her honor. Maybe even one that lives. (collapse)
Totals! Today's word count is 30,877! Meaning I wrote 4,031 words, and I don't have to throw away a ton of it! *\o/* I only passed two quotas, but I'm so close to the next one that it's a gimme. :D Excepts/spoilers, of course.
Okay... First excerpt, and...um... seriously, just trust me on this one, kay? And in related news, I hate action scenes.
This scene is only barely started, but I think it will create progress. Even if the boys speak in pig Latin for the rest of the scene, I can make it work. Thank goodness for cooperative villains.
First, Zippo finally popped! @-@ And she did it all over the house. New mothers, sigh. There were four total, but we lost one. :\ The other three are looking a little scrawny, but honestly, they always do. I don't know why. The good news is that it probably wasn't incest. Two of them came out black, and the other is really dark. That suggests that Teddy was the culprit, and thankfully he is not related to Zippo in any way. If anyone is in the Southeastern US area and interested in a companion around, oh, Christmas, PM me please. They're going to need homes, because I am not keeping them. I bring you pictures (with my shiny shiny new camera) under the cut: Before, After, and The Munchkins.
This here is the munchkins. I'm going to try and get a good picture of one in my hand; they're THAT tiny.
I also had an interesting talk with my aunt that kind of made me go oO. We were talking about how I was never really a social animal as a kid; I'd find a corner and read or draw rather than share gossip or whatever it is kids do when they're on the playground, and she shared a story. When I was little (okay, for like, 90% of my childhood), I had long hair. My mom, like many moms who have never had long hair, was kind of rough brushing it. She says that one time she asked how I stood it, and I told her that I "go away to a place where it doesn't hurt". That... um. Doesn't sound good to me. o.O; I'm not really worried, but it's just one of those weird things that make you look back on your childhood with new eyes and a wish for a manual of some sort.
I may have also had one of those upsetting moments when you look at a grainy old black and white photo and go "HEY, she's hot!" and then you read the text and find out it's your grandmother. D: TRAUMATIZED. I will get a copy of said pic up one day.
NaNo! NaNo hated me. No, really, I walked away from work today with words that I was certain I'd have to highlight and trash. I had no idea where I was going, wtf the boys were doing, and I was about a thousand words from breaking something--possibly Tony. It Was Not Working. They had veered so far off track that I had no clue what to do with them, and ended up spilling out a day of writing that I believed was horrifically OOC and, worse, would completely neuter a later scene that I actual need! I had huge chunks of text highlighted in green for later removal, and had reached the point where I'd considered randomly killing someone for the sake of plot. It was that bad.
And then I got into one of those conversations that make everything clear up. Well, I say conversation, but what I mean is that I monologued at my cousin until she gave me a solution just to shut me up. Not only did this salvage MASSIVE OOC CHUNKS OF TEXT, but it also moved the story along and gave me a reason to hand Steve some info he'll need for later. I still had to leave some chunks highlighted, but they're only about three hundred, rather than an entire day. So this plot twist around 25k? That's all her. I will name a villain in her honor. Maybe even one that lives. (collapse)
Totals! Today's word count is 30,877! Meaning I wrote 4,031 words, and I don't have to throw away a ton of it! *\o/* I only passed two quotas, but I'm so close to the next one that it's a gimme. :D Excepts/spoilers, of course.
Okay... First excerpt, and...um... seriously, just trust me on this one, kay? And in related news, I hate action scenes.
Yellowed teeth flashed as the vampire stretched his jaw. "You wouldn't," he accused. "You're superheroes. You don't have the guts for it."
"Hold his mouth open." Steve's fingers dug into the muscle of the vampire's jaw. He resisted, locking his teeth together, but they couldn't hold forever and slowly pried apart. "Do you really want to try me and find out?" Tony asked conversationally, swirling the bottle and making the gold flakes dance. "You assholes have been trying to catch me for months. I want to know why."
The bottle dangled again, almost beautiful as Tony tipped it over the vampire's open mouth, almost dripping the liqueur inside. "You know, it's not as bad with food, but alcohol's just a killer on our systems. I wonder why that is. Not too dissimilar from a mouthful of drain cleaner, is it? Except we heal the damage too fast to die. I figure just a sip will only hurt for an hour or so. I wonder how long a whole bottle will last. A month? Longer?"
This scene is only barely started, but I think it will create progress. Even if the boys speak in pig Latin for the rest of the scene, I can make it work. Thank goodness for cooperative villains.
Steve snorted. "You miss being able to play with your tech. Admit it."
"Of course. I do love my work, you know. I'd marry it, if it weren't for a few pesky laws and some Senators I haven't managed to buy. The United States is so provincial." Tony took a sharp right and vanished to a small subset of deeper shadows. With a whoosh, a door slid open, spearing a rectangle of light into the tunnel. "Coming?"
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Well, that would make two of us...But I was quite social, if you consider than people twice my age are people after all.
Now, about Zippo? (That's a good name) congrats! You have pups.
It happens a lot with my cats, the thing is we never know who is the father...
Torture Scene!
Torture Scene!
Well, not torture, but "I'll torture you if you don't cooperate" (How do you call that? I just missed the word...I mean, in spanish is "Amenaza" but seriously. I just forgot...)
Anyway. I like.
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We have puppies with worrisome frequency. Problem is, they're expensive dogs, so my family tends to be of the "we'll just sell the puppies if they have any" mindset. Which only works when you actually sell the puppies.;;
It is almost torture! Not quite--the only pain this guy is in is from Cap beating him up. (Do you mean "threat"?)
Hee, I hear you
Yes, sometimes talking about your plot to other people is helpful, even if it's just for you to work out where your story is going. I do tend to exchange emails with people, and just writing out my scenes and such tends to force me to try and shape the plot.
So yes, name a minor villain in your cousin's honour. :D
Re: Hee, I hear you
lol It really helped this time! I tend to babble when given a chance, but I have few fannish people IRL to babble at, much less ones who wouldn't be very "D: D: D: YOU'RE MAKING CAPTAIN AMERICA GAY?!", and explaining around the fannish parts is hard.
She has been named, and she even got beaten up by Cap! \o/ Which is much better than some of the minor villains got. Death by sunlight, ouch.
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YEAH, THAT WAS MY DAD. I FEEL YOU ON TRAUMATIZED.
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Is Tony torturing someone with Goldschlager? And I love Tony wanting to marry his work. <3 At least the boys are working together well.
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He is almost torturing someone with Goldschlager, yep! :D He's actually a bit :< about having to waste the alcohol, but needs must and whatnot.