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The Great Game

A day out with the computer equals a nice time.  Getting out of the house and doing something besides the same damn thing over and over was good for the brain.

At no time did I think of myself as some Bohemian rake out on the town with an afternoon of drinking and picking up women with tales of how the story I was working on was going to be the greatest thing ever!  My large mug of hot chocolate would in no way bring about vision of the Green Fairy, and the two grandmothers sitting a couple of tables over weren’t exactly my idea of willing, nubile flesh.

It was still a good time, though.  I think I needed to see something else, to hear another voice, to reach out and see another person, which is a very different view of what I have now, which is with Cthulhu sitting under my computer monitor like a pissy green muse wondering when I’m finish this freakin’ novel.  Getting out was nice, even if all I did was hunch over my computer and type away in Scrivener, finishing up the newest section of my Work in Progress, hoping someone would ask me what, “I had nothin’ ta do, so I thoot I’d come ovar and keep Lynette company,” actually meant.

(The Work in Progress just passed 6,650 words, by the way, so I don’t think that “short story” title is gonna work for it.  Ya think?)

I did a little quick edit on my Work in Progress by adding another section to the story.  It made sense, because if I split up each part into different scenes, then, yes, my 729 word section was totally a stand alone scene.  The next is going to be hard to write, because it’ll feel very personal.  You’ll see when I publish it one of these days.

Another chapter was knocked off in the NaNo Novel as well.  Only one left in Part Two, but the one remaining is 8,500 words, and that’s a short story by itself, so getting through that monster is probably going to take a couple of days.  By my Scrivener count I’ve also edited 45,000 words, so it’s another 40,000 word or so to go before I can say it’s all done.  I’ve also checked the chapters I have remaining, and if I’m very good, and I keep working the way I have been, I’l finish the edit on the novel by either 31 December or 1 January.  A great way to start the next year.

I saw that my erotic story that was accepted for publication will appear in print in May, 2012.  Yay!  I say print, but I should say “print”, because I’m sure we’ll be looking at epublication here.  As many books as I have around the house (and I have a lot), I am not so much of a Luddite that I don’t recognize that epub will be the wave of . . . now.  People love their eReaders, and I own one of my own.  (Needs a new battery, but that’s besides the point.)  I don’t have a problem with it being here, mostly because once it’s there it’ll be there forever.  And, as much as I hate to say it, that’s something that’s never going to happen with a brink and mortar store.

Of late, for some reason, I’ve been going back to the well and thinking a lot of about my role playing character, Kerry, and his girlfriend, Annie.  It’s just been something I’ve revisited over the last few days, and it’s leaving me with a nice, warm feeling.  I think about their adventures and I want to write about it . . . if for no other reason that to be able to keep them even closer in my heart.

And lastly, I had a dream where I was having a romantic relationship with one of Amanda Tapping’s characters.  Yeah, baby.  I always think it’s strange when I’m dreaming not about the person but a character they place, but hey . . . story of my live, you know?

Besides, she looked very hot in leather . . ..

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