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T -6 hours (and counting)
Oct. 31st, 2010 06:11 pmI ought to be doing NaNo prep work, given ... well, given the fact that NaNo starts OMGSOON.
For instance, my main characters don't have names. Nor do the country or city they live in. Nor do I have any clue what sort of cultural feel places have. Nor have I decided on what language to steal names from, which may or may not be related to the cultural feel. Nore have I figured out how much I can steal from existing Earth cultures without doing obnoxious cultural appropriation... but anyway, I should at least have *names*
Instead, I am refreshing Echo Bazaar waiting for more actions. *facepalm*
( tangent re ebz )
Really, the universe (and my subconscious) is conspiring to make the first week of NaNo as difficult as possible, what with rehearsals, and birthday, and going to see a movie (Secretariat! *horse-obsessed inner twelve year old flailings*), and birthday celebrations, and new addictions like ebz, and knittings that will probably seem really really attractive and must be started right this minute zomg and stuff.
...anyway.
My mom, who knows about NaNo and is decently supportive even though I don't know that she entirely Gets It, asked me today if I'm getting up early tomorrow so I can get a good start on the novel.
"No," I said, "duh, the time-honored strategy is to stay up until midnight and get a good start *then*."
"And write until 2 or 3 am?"
"Something like that."
"You aren't serious, are you," she laughed, kind of like I had proposed swimming the Atlantic or fighting velociraptors or something: this was a joke, and she was in on it.
>_>
I assured her I wasn't.
I mean, I'll probably only stay up until 1...
For instance, my main characters don't have names. Nor do the country or city they live in. Nor do I have any clue what sort of cultural feel places have. Nor have I decided on what language to steal names from, which may or may not be related to the cultural feel. Nore have I figured out how much I can steal from existing Earth cultures without doing obnoxious cultural appropriation... but anyway, I should at least have *names*
Instead, I am refreshing Echo Bazaar waiting for more actions. *facepalm*
( tangent re ebz )
Really, the universe (and my subconscious) is conspiring to make the first week of NaNo as difficult as possible, what with rehearsals, and birthday, and going to see a movie (Secretariat! *horse-obsessed inner twelve year old flailings*), and birthday celebrations, and new addictions like ebz, and knittings that will probably seem really really attractive and must be started right this minute zomg and stuff.
...anyway.
My mom, who knows about NaNo and is decently supportive even though I don't know that she entirely Gets It, asked me today if I'm getting up early tomorrow so I can get a good start on the novel.
"No," I said, "duh, the time-honored strategy is to stay up until midnight and get a good start *then*."
"And write until 2 or 3 am?"
"Something like that."
"You aren't serious, are you," she laughed, kind of like I had proposed swimming the Atlantic or fighting velociraptors or something: this was a joke, and she was in on it.
>_>
I assured her I wasn't.
I mean, I'll probably only stay up until 1...
