4.18″ x 6.88″
10 pt Palatino Linotype font
2 pages of one-side only front matter
1 extremely giddy woman
Final word count: 50,231
Total hours spent writing: 40.75
Average words written per day: 1860
Average hours writing per day: 1.51
Average words per hour: 1232
Average words written per day (minus the 0 days): 2283
Average hours writing per day (minus the 0 days): 1.85
Yay! I made up a pretty fake-assed ending, but it didn’t turn out too bad. Now that I’m done with my first draft, I might work on making the story actually work (put scenes in correct sequence, deal with plot holes, fix grammatical screw-ups, and — duh — write better prose for a lot of the place-holders) OR I might work on the sequel. I think I can wait for the sequel until next year’s NaNoWriMo.
Now to pop the sparkling apple cider cork! Heh. Doesn’t sound nearly as exciting as a bottle of champagne, now does it?
I’ve been a little slackerly and/or erractic over the holidays, only having written three days out of the last six. I have been keeping an eye on my bottom line, however, and I’m doing fine. In fact, I just broke past the 47,500 barrier, leaving me with just 5% left to write, which I can pump out in about two hours on a good day, which I hope tomorrow will be.
I added a bunch of random out-of-sequence scenes, because I can’t figure out where I want to go with the ending. Eventually, there will have to be an ending, but I’m not sure when. March is NaNoEdMo (yes, it is in fact National Novel Editing Month), so maybe I will try to participate in that, but I am not sure if I want to do it or not.
The most interesting thing I can salvage from this story is that I have a couple of characters that I want to write a sequel (or two) about. I’m definitely not happy with this current story though. The suck.
Weird. A rather bizarre number of my Christmast presents this year have to do with the bathroom. So far, I’ve received the aforementioned sweet camera (and tiny leather case, so it doesn’t get all uglified), the Seinfeld gift box set (seasons 1-3, plus extras such as a tiny salt and pepper set and the script for one of the episodes — I had totally been dropping heavy heavy hints about this one), the Seinfeld extras DVD, fuzzy bath slippers, a towel warmer (strange as it may sound, I have been coveting one for a long time), a warm bathrobe (ditto), and a corner caddy for the bathroom shower, as well as a car battery jumper that works via the cigarette lighter (but this one is being exchanged in favor of a jumper set that is self-powering). We also got an Orka Silicone Oven Mitt, supposedly from my sister or my mom, and a Kitchenaide silicone baking pan, also supposedly from my sister or my mom. I say supposedly because I am picking them up myself on their behalf, those dorks.
I totally dig my presents!
Taken with the new loooooovely digital camera that Seppo gave me for Christmas. It’s a Canon Powershot SD110 3.2 MP camera. It’s beautiful! I haven’t been able to keep my hands off it. I even had it in my pocket while walking the dog. Silly, I know.
Definitely a thing of beauty.
We got a Christmas tree yesterday. It’s a grand pine, and the smell makes me want to bury my face in it and smile in some faint memory of good Christmases of my past. It instantly brings to mind a cheery little fire, snow outside, frozen fingers and toes, hot cocoa, and presents under the tree. Admittedly, we only celebrated Christmas in such a way like two or three times in all my youth, but it still reminds me of winter and all the goodness it brings, at least, to me.
I wrote a record number of words today — well, a personal record for myself: 4,050 in two and a half hours.
It occurs to me that my December-long “novel” (more of a quick first draft to get ideas pinned down before they run away from me) has no tangible purpose, in that I am not trying to get published or pursue a career as an author.
But I think that it has clearly been bringing other intangible benefits. For one, I really like having something that is just mine. My own. No one to say it is good, bad, slow, fast, awkward, graceful. It’s just for me to judge and enjoy. Ok fine, I did let Seppo read parts of it. It’s mine, so I can do whatever I want with it. Heh. The other benefit is a littler weirder, but I think that it is good that Seppo sees me pursue a major project outside of work. Even though I have a lot of priorities that do not have deadlines, I think that to him, this is a “proof” of something to him — things I already knew, like I’m responsible, that I have my own internal coach for things I really care about, that when I make a real commitment that has meaning to me, that I keep it.
I know. It sounds weird. But even though I didn’t need it to prove it to myself, I think he needed to see it.
I admit it. I have not studied queer theory or had extensive training in gender issues. I am only speaking as an individual, who perhaps needs to go stick her head into a book to understand the bigger picture.
My issue is this: it seems like a big part of the political debate about queerness or homosexuality or other “alternative” lifestyles (when the day comes when we don’t have to use that term, we’ll see a brighter day), is whether or not being homosexual is a natural part of who you are or if it’s something separate from that and it’s something you can choose. I see several things wrong with this viewpoint, but as I’ve said, I’m undereducated in this.
The first of my problems is that I am frustrated with the obsession with “natural” versus “unnatural”. To me, this fixation, which extends to medicines, medical philosophies, religious philosophies, and a multitude of other things, is absurd. People argue for marijuana because it’s “natural” and people have used it for ages. I don’t stand in the way of marijuana because its pharmacological effects, both long and short term for comparable use, is far less severe than alcohol, not because it’s natural. I mean, opium is natural. So what? It’s useful in some forms, but stupidly addictive and harmful in many. I hate when people talk about natural supplements. I have nothing against the fact that things that have existed in nature have had a much longer time to be tested by the human race and that man-made drugs or substances may reveal unknown side effects; thallidimide (crap on my spelling!) babies come to mind. I have no problems with driving my car, which is really quite unnatural. But I do have a problem with people not understanding that it’s not simply a matter of natural == good and “unnatural”/man-made/etc == bad. Labor and birth without drugs, natural but unnecessarily painful. The ability to graft skin on burn victims, extremely unnatural but good.
And so the first part of my problem is that people think natural is good and natural is the only right way to go about things, so that they think that homosexuality needs to be judged in the same way. It’s not like that. A lot of things in life don’t fall into those neat little boxes.
The second part is on why we think that if we can choose to be gay or not, it is ok to discriminate again them. There are other life choices like religion which are protected rights, something we are supposed to be allowed to choose in this country, and if you persecute people based on their religion, it is a hate crime, which I think is the way it should be. Sure, you can’t choose what race you are born as, and discriminating against race is wrong, but we also generally accept now that we ARE allowed to decide what race you marry (er, grammar, but you get the idea), and discriminating against mixed race couples is wrong too. To me, it’s not dissimilar to gay relationships. Say homosexuality is a choice for every single person, and not something they were born as. So what? So why should it be ok to persecute gays and marginalize them, even if you think it’s a choice?
My personal take on being gay or queer (or any other life variable, actually, including such mundane things as career, housing, people you want to be friends with, etc.) is that I don’t care who you love, who you want to sleep with, if you wanna be a top or a bottom or what you like you pretend is in your underpants, as long as it involves full aware and consenting adults. And I don’t care if you are doing it because you want to or because you think that’s who you are and you have no ability to go about things another way. If I like you, I like you, if I hate you, I hate you, because in the end, I only care if people are nice and funny.
So, in the end, if you aren’t nice or funny, get the hell away from me. 😀
Ok, so I didn’t fare as well in my week two as I did in my week one of writing. But over the weekend, I crossed the 25K wor mark, and as a reward, Seppo took me to Aperto tonight. Oh the tasty.
So, last night, I wrote the first kiss between the MCs, and tonight, I sort of got carried away and wrote the first half of a love scene for them [read: hot monkey sex]. Hahha. Hrm. I’m not sure where it will end up in the plot, but I figure I can write it now and use it later.