The countdown tells me it’s 4 days, 16 hours, and 24 minutes until the NaNo begins. I’m ready, if for no other reason than I’ve got everything ready to go, and all that remains if the writing. All the writing, all the time. Well, not all the time; I’m not that crazy. I know there are people who say they did one hundred thousand words in like three days, which is something Philip K. Dick couldn’t do, so I have to figure that those manuscripts are an insane jumble of scribbling that would drive Cthulhu insane, or it consists of line after line of, “All NaNo and no play makes Jack a dull boy.”
In other words, crap. But that’s just me talking.
I find myself, then, doing a lot of thinking. Most of the time I’ve thought about another set of stories, and my fingers are itching to draw up . . . here it comes . . . a timeline. Yes, I know, I love those suckers. I just can’t help myself; it must be the Gallifreyan in me. I’ve actually thought that putting together a visual time line of one of my stories would be interesting, since it takes place in about five different time periods. Watching how the story bops all over the place could point out flaws in my narrative–or simply prove how good I am at getting my facts in line with my make-believe reality.
I could have a project for later today. We’ll see.
The dream last night . . . oh, geez. This is where the title of the post comes from, since it was some craziness that had to do with me investigating a Starfleet crew that had vanished from a Norway class ship, and I needed to interview the only survivor. For some reason a salient point of the investigation involved an inflatable bed, and in the end, I’d figured out that the only person left had eaten the entire crew. The dude must have been hungry.
And what did I get for my hard work? A Saber class ship, and an inflatable bed. I’m so lucky. At least I ended up Queen Shit of my own little warp speed mountain.
I think the dream had something to do with an idea I was playing with the other day, since I was thinking about doing an article for another website, and I was thinking of doing something on Star Trek, because–why not? It keeps the mind going, and the fingers busy. If nothing else, it gives me a change to vent, or better yet, point out something that others may have missed. Wait, I’m talking about Star Trek: tons of geeks have had the same thoughts. Ah, still wouldn’t hurt to write . . .
This is the point I’m in at the moment. I’m not writing, but I should. However, due to NaNo, I’m not about to start on something, then abandon it in mid work because I have to work on a novel. Oh, sure, I could do as some do, finish up one work, then start on another and count all the words towards my fifty thousand, but that’s not writing a novel to me. That feels like cheating. But, all’s fair in love and writing, and if some people want to work it that way, it’s their business.
I shall forge my own path, no?
In the meantime, I’m seeing time lines, and they do look so nice to me.
If I’m not back by nine tonight, don’t bother looking for me, ’cause I’m off having fun.