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Well I went to see the movie last night with friends. I was a little disappointed with how they tried to cram everything in, perhaps it should have been made into two movies.
Overall the theme was darker than I remember the book to be, but then that could just be my memory, it's been a while since I read those books.
We had a bit of a run in with some ladies who refused to move over one seat so I could sit with everyone. But other than that the night was great. This came after another troubling day of toilet training (my dear little son is determined to do it his way, much to my chagrin).
Don't forget to have a look at Lynn Veihl's Left Behind and Loving It blog posts.
Oh and we're giving away a copy of The Sea Wreck Stranger over at WeLove YA, unfortunately due to shipping costs and my lack of finances it's for Australian commenters only.

The Pain

I haven't been to the gym in two weeks and in that time my muscles have relaxed, enjoyed themselves and now are very very angry that I'm back on the treadmill trying to up the anty. They're not liking me much at all.
I've started pushing my way to the end of the novel and sometimes my brain doesn't want to get into gear after having time out.
Speaking of which, Lynn Veihl over at Paperback Writer is having her 'Left Behind and Loving It' workshops again, please jump on over and take part, there are lots of giveaways as a sweetener.

Dialogue

I was listening to my teens speak and one of them was repeating a conversation she had with her friend about boys liking them. It consisted of this girl telling my daughter that the guy will have to learn to love her stinky armpits and all. She then raised her arms up, sniffed her armpits, turned around and faced the boy she had just mentioned not a moment before. His smile apparently was worth the price of admission, her face flushed red and my daughter burst out laughing. Sigh to be young again and worry about armpit odours.
I came across this site that lists up daily conversations people overhear in New York, I was wondering if other countries have something similar. I am fascinated, it's like a little bit of a peep show really.
The twins attacked my laptop again tonight, pulling the H button to pieces, and now I have to type extra carefully. I would have hoped they would go for the pause or prtscr key, not the H... I use the H sooo much. This is ticking me off.

The Words Come Tumbling Out

Are there times in your writing when you have to rip every single word out of your brain and plant it painfully onto the page? And yet at other times your fingers can't keep up with your brains capacity to turn ideas out?
Today has been a flood day, the fingers have been flying over the keyboard trying to keep up. In one day I've written nearly 5,000 words and most of those have been tonight. I'm pretty happy. I've past the slumpy middle, where you're bogged down in trying to push the story along but you characters want to take time to tell you all about themselves and how they feel. We're almost to the end of the book, so the pace is picking up, so too the soreness in my fingers. I can understand why writers get RSI.
Anyway it's late, I'm going to bed with a sense of satisfaction and hopefully tomorrow will be just as productive. Crossing my fingers for it. Speaking of which I thought you might like this, just remember that no matter how bad your job is, it could always be significantly worse.

Getting it Done.

I've got three chapters to go, that's it the first draft will be done. Then the edit happens, I've been reading through Warrior Writers blog, as well as a few other fantastic authors hints and tips blogs, too many to mention, and am actually feeling great about the editing process.
Remind me I said that in a few weeks.
Saw The Watchmen, it was very dark and close to the comic/graphic novel. I know why it didn't do that well at the movies, it's not a "hollywood" blockbuster. But I did enjoy it, though I looked away a couple of times. And Jeffrey Dean Morgan was very different in this role. I think I prefer him as a lovable guitar playing Irish guy.
oh on that note I'll post up a picture of him, back to finishing off this WIP.

Steampunking My Novel

So I had another epiphany last night at 12.20am... I need to set my novel in a steampunkian future. Sigh so that means a few changes will be happening. I am hoping to finish the last three chapters by the end of the week and then I can get going on this.
Ive worked out that I am very much a dialogue writer first, then I put in description and exposition later on. So does that mean I'm leaning towards the auditory writing camp? hmmm, will have to think on that.
I found this outfit and so want to make something similar for the RWA conference party. Sigh will have to think on it.

argh, getting annoyed

sorry folks, just got back from holidays and spending my time washing a mountain of dirty clothes, because the darn things won't wash themselves. Can't wait until they do. I told the kids next time we go somewhere we're going naked so I don't have to do this washing. They said that was sick and wrong! sigh.
Now somethings going on with my blog, some bandwidth thingy exceeded, I'm trying to fix it so give me a few minutes to work this out.
How was everyone's holidays by the way? Cold? Windy? I ended up with windburn on my face and had my hair all chopped off. Nothing like winter weather to dry out your hair, but I love this new do. My SIL is a brilliant hairdresser. Happy happy happy.