I’m told that today is the day that the Camp NaNo winner goodies are in the truck and heading up the dirt road, but I don’t see the damn thing yet. I’ve checked the site twice this morning, but I must be way too early (it’s six forty-nine AM right now), because the truck isn’t here, and the goodies are lacking.
Or maybe Jason got the drivers last night while they were having sex. You can never tell.
I’m considering what to do with said goodies, because there’s only one I wish to use, and I probably won’t be able to use that one until the software is released, maybe next month, maybe in October. The last two NaNos those goodies have gone unused and eventually vanished into the aether, though I once gave a friend my Scrivener fifty percent off code so they could enjoy the software, which they put to good use.
Maybe this year I’ll hold my own version of The Hunger Games for the code. Call it The Hungry Writer Games, and accept submissions for best and most creative death scenes written in five hundred words or less. Spend two weeks getting them, then narrow the submissions down until there is only one person left standing, who then rips me off for my goodies. May The Odds Be Ever In Your Favor, penmonkeys.
Enjoyed the movie yesterday. Plenty of jager on kaiju action, and the beatdowns were brutal. And may I point out that a mecha head, like the bridge atop of the saucer section of a Federation starship, is the dumbest place to put your cockpit. Sure, it looks cool riding around in the head, but when all but two of the jager pilots died, it came because the head is right there just asking to be abused. Head shot, head shot, head shot . . . Guillermo del Toro obviously thought the BattleTech hit table was a load of crap, or he rolls boxcars with loaded dice, cause he showed little mercy to the cockpit crawlers.
Also, when they were fighting in Hong Kong I sort of got an idea where some of the action was taking place, ’cause I kept recognizing landmarks there. It’s been a long time since I was last in the Fragrant Harbor, but I still look at the place on Google Maps, and dream.
After returning from the movies, however, my novel Couples Dance was on my Seagate drive telling me that it’s not going to edit itself. Yeah, those lazy ass characters, they won’t do anything on their own, so I gotta pull it up and get in there and do some work. Now I’m getting into the longer chapters, and Chapter Five is around thirty-six hundred words, so I expect to get about half way in and stop . . .
Right. How did that work out? About an hour and a half later I was through the whole chapter, having re-written here, deleted a few things there, and ended up adding a new Scrivener status: “Recheck Revision”. Because I found some tense issues, and I want to breeze through it again and make sure I’m not bouncing about in time like a faulty TARDIS.
No, I leave my time travel for my science fiction novels, not the erotic horror . . . or do I?