mousme: The nib of a fountain pen resting on a paper with a dotted line, captioned Write (Write)
I just realized that I am missing a whackload of background information for the next part of BTP, which is looming far closer than I'd like. I ended up ordering three .pdfs to help me with this, but they haven't arrived yet, and may not for a couple of days. I am a bit worried, and annoyed with myself for not having the foresight to think of this earlier.

Bah.

I am also almost late for work. I need to not sit at my computer and feverishly hit "refresh" on my email and head out the door.

Curse my lack of foresight on this matter! I was not planning to have this many delays on BTP. *grr*
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (Domestic Goddess)
Now that I'm sort of used to getting up at 5am, I'm a little appalled at how quickly today went. I awoke at 9:30 and stayed in bed until 10:00, but now it's nearly 1:00 and where the hell did my day go?

So starting tomorrow I'm going to start getting up earlier again. Maybe not 5:00, but 7:00 seems reasonable as long as I don't go to bed too late.

Today I am determined to be Productive!Phnee. I am working on the principle that I have very few free days left before November, and if I get a job before then (hey, you never know), then I'll have even less free time. So far I have done a cursory de-cluttering of the kitchen and emptied out most of the refrigerator. I am mildly appalled by some of what was around the kitchen, but now it's being dealt with.

This will be of little interest to anyone but me, but for my own purposes I'm going to make a to-do list for the next few days:

There is nothing to see here. We are a bush. Move along. )

I'm probably forgetting any number of things. They'll be added as I remember them.
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (What the frell?)
I remember once that [livejournal.com profile] miseri had wondered what each serial would be if it were, in fact, a cereal. I have figured out what Beyond the Pale would be: Count Chokula. Scary, yet funny and little bit ridiculous. Also gritty.

That is all. You may go back to your regularly-scheduled lives now.

Off to band practice.

Quickie

Aug. 22nd, 2006 10:10 pm
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (Baker's 12)
Life is good. Spent weekend in Godforsaken Howling Wilderness. Have made banana muffins. My life revolves around banana-themed baking lately. Can't complain.

Things are good. Life is just eating my brain. Back online when I have something of interest to report.

Be good, have fun, and make sure that if you do something dangerous that it's with someone you love and trust and that you've got all your safewords straight. :D

Also, Part 100 of Beyond the Pale is up at [livejournal.com profile] secret_history. It's a stand-alone kind of instalment, if you're interested in reading it but are hopelessly behind in your reading. Just sayin'. :)

Good night, and good luck!
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (Jayne your mouth is talking)
This weekend was officially Not Restful, although I had bucketfuls of fun at band practice, my belated housewarming, and the game on Sunday.

Thank God today was quiet at work.

The question of the week is: "Is your metaphorical sink shiny?"

I wrote my 100th instalment of Beyond the Pale today. It'll be posted next week. I'm excited. I think I won't participate in the 3-Day Novel Challenge this year. I think that's a wee bit much to ask of myself, given everything else that's going on. I'm going to get one more NaNo under my belt, and if that goes well, then I'll participate next year. I'll have more money then, too.

I was going to go to bed early tonight. I got sucked in by LJ and blogs and stuff.

Tomorrow there will be cooking. Muahahaa!

Not fair!

Aug. 1st, 2006 01:18 pm
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (Woe. And darkness. And teh sad.)
This is just Phnee whining. Nothing to see here, move along.

I'm on vacation! I'm not supposed to get a migraine! Waaaah!

Thus far today the only position that has not resulted in my feeling completely awful has been horizontal. This sucks. I was supposed to get all my cleaning done today, and I can't even sit up. Bleah.

I'm going to go take another nap. Maybe that'll do it.

On the plus side, I'm at least able to read the stuff from [livejournal.com profile] august_writing in short bursts. With any luck I'll be able to post mine by tonight. It's Tuesday, so that means Beyond the Pale. I'm contemplating posting Conflation once a week during the challenge as well.
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (I so rock)
So I finally made it to the end of my Very Important And Pivotal Story Arc for Beyond the Pale in its 78th installment. It also coincided nicely with my being all caught up on overdue installments. Next week, I start weekly installments again.

Tonight I learned two new dances, and as a result of the second one (a couples dance) my arm hurts. It's got a step in it called the "sugar foot" (don't ask, I don't know where the name comes from), which involves a twist at the same time as some fancy footwork (toe-step-twist-heel-cross-yikes!). That means you have to brace yourself very hard against your partner, pulling on your arms to maintain the proper tension, lest you fall over.

My conclusion? Ouch.

Still, it didn't hurt as much as dancing "Sweetheart Sway" on Friday (a different arm position, whose name I don't recall offhand), so I'm optimistic. Also, I'm very excited about the new dance they're going to be teaching on Thursday, as it's one I've wanted to learn for about a year now. Details to follow, if applicable.

Tomorrow I am meeting [livejournal.com profile] toughlovemuse at the rehearsal space to practice the fugue for "Moon Over Bourbon Street," which both of us still have to work out. I'm looking forward to having a nice little jam session with her (I nearly typoed that as "ham session" which amuses me no end), and we have discussed doing this every Wednesday, or as often as possible anyway, until the gig on April 22nd.

On a similar note, since she and I suffer (as far as I can tell) from similar motivational problems, I suggested that [livejournal.com profile] toughlovemuse and I use our Wednesday evenings after the gig to have writing jams. That way I'll be guaranteed to be writing at least once a week, which is a Good Thing. There's nothing I find quite as motivating as having someone in the same room also creating. There's all sorts of good energy in the air, and even if that fails, there's always my conscience to goad me on, saying things like "Well she's writing. Why are you sitting on your ass and not writing?"

Nattering about my StarGate PBeM. You've been warned. )

In other words, things are looking up for the most part.

Oops...

Feb. 26th, 2006 08:51 pm
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (Happy Birthday!)
I missed my LJ's fourth anniversary on Friday.

One more year until my permanent account has paid for itself! Whee!



In other news, my arm still hurts, although I can now move it around much more easily. Turning my wrist and putting any sort of weight on it (like holding a coat) is a no-go, but hey, I'll take what I can get. As [livejournal.com profile] ai731 warned me, I now have an attractive lump on my elbow. Also, very fetching green and blue and yellow bruising. I suspect it's been there for a while, but I couldn't lift my arm up far enough to see it.


I'm pretty sure I passed my dispatcher course. I got 96% on my first written test, 84% on my oral exam, and I'm reasonably sure my last written test went swimmingly. As the professor said, people hardly fail his course. So, yay!

I hear they might be looking for people in Longueuil, which would be good news. Honestly, having worked out in Vaudreuil, I no longer consider commuting to be a huge hardship. Anyway, as of tomorrow, when I get my final grades (I hope), I shall start looking for a new and improved job as a dispatcher.

Beyond the Pale will go up tomorrow. My apologies for being late, but the weekend once again ate my brain. On Tuesday, there will be celebration as I meet my goal of 28 installments in 28 days. Yay!

Last but not least: thank you to the CD fairy who dropped off a late birthday present, something which I'd been meaning to get for a very long time now but never got around to it. It was The Phantom of the Opera (the original London cast, no less). My copy, which was on tape, died a sad, sad death at the hands of my tape player about three years ago and it broke my heart. So, yay!

Much yay! today, in spite of the tired and the owie. I can hardly wait until this stupid injury heals up properly. Maybe then I'll be able to spend a little more time on the internet and doing other useful things that go better with two hands to do them.

Off to bed now!
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (Death by shinies!)
I really, really wanted to go do my dance class tonight. Last week I was felled by the Massive Wall of Tired™, and tonight I have a migraine.

I can't afford to exhaust myself this week. After 40 hours of work, 4 hours of volunteering, and 6 or so hours of dancing, I'm also looking at 16 or so hours of class on Saturday and Sunday. So, I'm going to go to bed early tonight. That means that, once again, I won't be learning the intermediate dance.

*sigh*

In better news, I am accumulating a backlog for Beyond the Pale in anticipation of being super damned busy over the weekend. I've already got all my installments written up until Sunday, and if I can write one or two more tomorrow, that'll be even better. I'm going to be really busy next weekend as well, so if I can keep my buffer of one or two installments intact, then I'll be good to go.

If I've learned anything from NaNoWriMo and Jan's August Writing Challenge and my own latest attempt to catch up with the serial, it's that writing damned well is a muscle. In September of 2004, when I started writing Beyond the Pale, 1,500 words was a struggle. Not in terms of finding the words to say what I wanted, but just the sheer amount of time and effort it took to get the words out. After about four months, I fell behind and didn't bother catching up.

Then I decided to do the writing challenge in August. I had thirty-one days, and I was thirty-one weeks behind. I had already been doing a little bit more writing, so I figured it might work. It almost did. It was still a struggle to write, but not as much, and I wrote other things at the same time. I wrote fourteen installments. That was fifteen fewer installments than I had planned, but fourteen more installments than I had started out with.

When November rolled around, suddenly writing wasn't like beating my head against a brick wall anymore. I could sit down and churn out my 1, 667 words a day with very little difficulty. It took me about an hour and a half to write that much. I surprised myself by writing more than that on many days. The writing wasn't always good, but I forced myself to keep going anyway.

Now, it takes me a little over an hour to write an installment of Beyond the Pale. I treat it exactly like NaNoWriMo: I don't edit, I don't delete unless absolutely necessary. I write it and post it. It's raw, unfinished art, and that's the way I want it for now.

I am very grateful to be living my life the way I am right now. I have many friends who love to write, who are fantastic at it, but who can't because other stuff in their lives has to take priority these days. I am grateful that, while my cats may be pissed off that Mummy isn't giving them her undivided attention all the time, I don't have to watch them 24/7. I am glad that my job right now doesn't take up all my energy so that I can catch up on my writing. I am very, very grateful for what I have right now, even though it's all going to change soon enough.

I stopped writing when I was about twenty-one, and heading for my first breakdown. Before that, I wrote all the time. I wrote hundreds of pages, spent all my time writing, to the point where my mother and I used to have epic battles about whether I was going to leave the damned computer and come have dinner, now!

One day, I'm going to find that Writing Place that Ceri described again. I know that place. I used to spend a great deal of time there, but not anymore. I feel as though I've been cut off from there for a very long time.

My writing is decent. I know it is. Oftentimes it's more than decent. I just miss being in that blissed-out state in which the story practically writes itself, rather than having to think about every word and every plot twist.

t! wrote today about climbing out of the pit. About how, when you have limited amounts of time to devote to your projects and routine maintenance of your life, you end up falling behind at some point, and the catch-up game is all about clawing your way out of the giant hole in the ground.

Actually, go read it here and then come back. Really, if you haven't been reading [livejournal.com profile] the_exclamation up until now, well, now's a good time to start. Go! Shoo! Come back when you've read it.

Right now I'm climbing out of one pit. I've still got a number of others that need climbing, but I figure one pit at a time. When February is over, I'll only be twelve installments behind. I'm tempted to keep going, but we'll see how much energy I have left by then.

In other words, I am cautiously optimistic right now.
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (Death by shinies!)
Survived my first day at work without internet. No one died, let there be rejoicing.

My productivity went up a bit, predictably. Of course, there isn't all that much for me to do at work, so once I've caught up on all my filing I predict that I'll be sitting on my thumbs a good portion of the time, the way I was before I got internet access at work sometime in the spring of 2005, if memory serves.

Anyway, I have produced two instalments of Beyond the Pale in two days. Yesterday was the regular posting schedule (every Tuesday), and today is February 1st, which means that I have officially started my personal February Writing Challenge. Let's see if I make it this time. I didn't make it in August, but August prepared me for NaNoWriMo, and I did that, so maybe this'll work. Maybe there's nowhere to go but up from now on.

Oh, it's hard to hold the hand of anyone
Who is reaching for the sky just to surrender
Who is reaching for the sky just to surrender...



Okay, random musical interlude aside...

I am in a very random mood tonight.

I should either go to bed or work on my serial. I have discovered that I can write about 1,000 words over my lunch break at work. Since each instalment of Beyond the Pale is between 1,500 and 2,500 words, this means that, in theory, in the evenings I should be producing anywhere between 500 and 1,500 words. To be honest, that hasn't happened yet.

My best days during NaNoWriMo, I managed, I think, 6,000 words in one day. However, if you can credit it, I'm actually busier this February than I was in November. Be afraid, be very afraid. For one, my club is having a three-day event next week. I'm also going to be taking courses over the course of two weekends. All-day affairs, don't you know. Insert other regularly-scheduled stuff in between, and you get a very busy Phnee.

Well, I shall make do. What is it they say? If you need something done, give it to the busiest person you know. It's true, though: the more you do, the more you seem to be able to get done. (If only I could convince myself that housework should fit into all this :P) So maybe I'll manage it after all, in spite of my misgivings.

Incidentally, you all have permission to pester me about whether I'm writing, and to kick my ass if I'm not. What are friends for, right?


Really boring rambling about work )


Well, that's all for now folks. I am heading to bed. More exciting news from the filing front tomorrow. Wish me luck with my serial, I shall keep you all informed concerning the posting schedule, whether you want to hear it or not. ;)

Cheers!
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (Beyond the Pale)
Beyond the Pale is back once more! Part 34 can be found at [livejournal.com profile] secret_history, as usual.

Thank you for your attention. You may now return to your regularly-scheduled programming.
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (Beyond the Pale)
Those of you who haven't given up in disgust yet will be pleased to know that there are two new chapters waiting for you up at [livejournal.com profile] secret_history.

I'm not putting the direct link to the entries here because it's late and I'm tired and so I'm going to be lazy about this.


Happy Trails!
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (Paintball!)
Hokay. This weekend was jam-packed with stuff and things and action, so I think I ought to record it for posterity.

:::ETA:::

Holy shit this got long. Cut-tagging now for your convenience.

:::/ETA:::

Friday )

Saturday Morning )

Saturday Afternoon and Evening )

'It's the Sunday morning after...' )

And that's it for this entry. I think I shall make a separate one about 24 so that it doesn't get lost in all the verbiage.
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (Garbage truck)
Pay will be corrected on my next paycheque. I'll believe it when I see it. Let it be known that I do NOT enjoy arguing with bitchy French women perched on their high self-righteous horses at 8:30 in the morning. Especially when I haven't had any coffee.

Anyway. Squeaky wheel. Grease. So forth.

Have yet to check bank balance. Will likely do so at lunch.


Lots of posting to do for Bluebook.

Of interest only to people in Bluebook, and even then, not so much. Just a grocery list-type thing. )


Nattering about other non-roleplaying writing projects )

I think that, financially speaking, I may have to wait until the autumn session to take that dispatcher course. That way I can actually put money aside for it, as opposed to bankrupting myself this month. Actually, I wouldn't bankrupt myself, because I have no credit to speak of, but it's money I can't actually produce, so it amounts to the same thing.

I figure if I start putting money aside now, by the time registration rolls around I'll have enough put by to take both courses (and possibly more, if I want to see what some of the courses are like). As much as I hate putting this on hold for something like nine months, I think it may be the only viable solution.

Being broke sucks.
mousme: The nib of a fountain pen resting on a paper with a dotted line, captioned Write (Write)
So instead of working on today's instalment of Beyond the Pale, I found myself writing the first instalment of the new serial that's been bopping around inside my head since about mid-November (right before my computer died).

Yeah, I know.

So I suppose I'll be writing Beyond the Pale when I get home from my dancing class tonight. I have to admit that I'm in the part of the story I like the least. I'm anxious to get my characters moving, and unfortunately, with the current pace I've set they're not likely to be going anywhere for at least another ten instalments or so. Bleh. I hate long-term planning.

So, because I have the attention span of a magpie on crack, I have turned to a bright and shiny new story that will hopefully fulfill my need to move really really fast.

Gah. Okay, the CAM just came by with a rush job (why can she never plan these things ahead of time? She hasn't been back 24 hours and already we have to put out fires...), so I'll have to finish this later.

:::zooms off:::
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (Beyond the Pale)
And we're back!

Part 31 is up at [livejournal.com profile] secret_history.
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (Soaring)
I have a very long post to write. It has to do with it being the New Year, and my birthday, and every year around this time I try to do some serious thinking about the Self and what I'm doing with my life and all that introspective stuff that people do. It has more to do with my birthday than the New Year, but it so happens that the two are within five days of each other, so there you go.

I'm probably going to try writing it out in my notebook first, since I am still bereft of my computer and I don't have the time or the attention span at work to compose something that will actually require thought. Creative writing doesn't use the same writing muscles, so that doesn't count, either. ;)

I have a lot of stuff to figure out this year. Looking back, I realise that I'm really not very much fun to be around most of the time. I complain too much, for one thing. So, I need to give myself fewer reasons to complain. Stay tuned, there will be a post, if you're interested in seeing where all this leads. I'm also going to be exploring the idea of time, and deadlines. Making more time, creating time, and creating time by creating deadlines. I don't know if that'll work, but it's worth a shot. Like I said, stay tuned.

Beyond the Pale is currently two weeks late, but I have most of one instalment already written and another composing itself in my head. If all goes well, I shall post one tomorrow and the other Friday, or perhaps both Friday. Schedule shall resume on Tuesdays starting next week, as well as any extra catch-up posts I decide to write in the meantime.
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (Tut-Kat-Amen)
Faithtfull readers of Beyond the Pale,

Today's installment may be slightly delayed, as the author is still working on the Supar Seekrit Projekt, which I am in the process of renaming The Project That Would Not Die.

It will be published this week, but it may be late. You have my sincerest apologies.

I am now going to go back to my other project. Wish me luck.
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (Beyond the Pale)
Once again, Beyond the Pale is up!

The newest instalment can be found here.

Happy trails!

We're back!

Dec. 9th, 2005 09:31 am
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (Beyond the Pale)
Ladies and Gentlemen, we are back!

I present to you Part 28 of Beyond the Pale.

Be nice, I haven't done this in a while. ;)

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