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farawayeyes4Hey Reader,
Well, there went my whole weekend, pretty much. Yippie. I got about one paragraph on the page, and that's the start of the clean up of the scene I'm working on that my beta wants fixed. Yeah. I know, you guys are about ready to beat down the door and kick my ass. I keep telling you, it's the MONK'S fault! He's just not a nice guy to work with. I don't know what his problem is, but he's just not into behaving as much as I'd like. You could also blame the new trailer for the Nine Inch Nails live DVD that Trent put out at nin.com. . .butttttttt it's probably the fact I watched my bootleg concert on Friday night and umm that man's terribly distracting. I don't know if the monk likes him much. Inuyasha seems to like Trent a lot more, go figure...don't ask.
Anyways, I went to a family function on Saturday. An uncle was having a 50th birthday party. It was fun, but boy, is it just me or do relatives have way too much advice about things they know nothing about? I was told by at least three different ones HOW I should go about getting my writing career going and how to make money with it, ect. These people have no clue what it takes to get into the writing market, get noticed, and get published. They seem to think I should write some big silly book that the big publishers want BEFORE I write what I WANT to write. Excuse me? I write what I want to write, and if it's publishable at a certain point...great. If not, that's not going to bother me. I have enough fine folk who read what I do write and like it to make me happy, and I don't feel the need to write for the big wigs who think they know everything anyways. It's just an observation I've had about the last, oh say, five years of family functions. I show up, and they have endless advice "You should study," "You should apply for," You should write about. . ." and on and on. It's like they don't have anything else to do in between these events than to drum up advice for everyone there, just because they're either in the mid-50s to early 60s doesn't mean they know squat about the stuff they're trying to give people advice on. . sigh. I'm just glad I do the nod and smile bit really well.
I also have been thinking of working on a follow up to my original piece, Bleeding Through. I've been thinking of doing that ever since I finished it, but haven't really made coherent enough notes or started it, especially since I have you all breathing down my neck for mister chapter! (Talk to the monk. . .it's his fault it's being held up!) I want to do both, but with the job, the struggles on this chapter, and everything else, I don't know if I can handle working on two pieces at once. I suppose I'll just keep making notes and see how it goes. Have no fear, I will make that monk work with me or ELSE. Bastard. He can't keep you guys from enjoying the story!
And now, I must go to bed so I can function enough and MAYBE. . .just maybe, get somewhere on the silly chapter. GAH. Why can't it be Friday(PayDay) already!
Until next time,
Far Away Eyes
Well, there went my whole weekend, pretty much. Yippie. I got about one paragraph on the page, and that's the start of the clean up of the scene I'm working on that my beta wants fixed. Yeah. I know, you guys are about ready to beat down the door and kick my ass. I keep telling you, it's the MONK'S fault! He's just not a nice guy to work with. I don't know what his problem is, but he's just not into behaving as much as I'd like. You could also blame the new trailer for the Nine Inch Nails live DVD that Trent put out at nin.com. . .butttttttt it's probably the fact I watched my bootleg concert on Friday night and umm that man's terribly distracting. I don't know if the monk likes him much. Inuyasha seems to like Trent a lot more, go figure...don't ask.
Anyways, I went to a family function on Saturday. An uncle was having a 50th birthday party. It was fun, but boy, is it just me or do relatives have way too much advice about things they know nothing about? I was told by at least three different ones HOW I should go about getting my writing career going and how to make money with it, ect. These people have no clue what it takes to get into the writing market, get noticed, and get published. They seem to think I should write some big silly book that the big publishers want BEFORE I write what I WANT to write. Excuse me? I write what I want to write, and if it's publishable at a certain point...great. If not, that's not going to bother me. I have enough fine folk who read what I do write and like it to make me happy, and I don't feel the need to write for the big wigs who think they know everything anyways. It's just an observation I've had about the last, oh say, five years of family functions. I show up, and they have endless advice "You should study," "You should apply for," You should write about. . ." and on and on. It's like they don't have anything else to do in between these events than to drum up advice for everyone there, just because they're either in the mid-50s to early 60s doesn't mean they know squat about the stuff they're trying to give people advice on. . sigh. I'm just glad I do the nod and smile bit really well.
I also have been thinking of working on a follow up to my original piece, Bleeding Through. I've been thinking of doing that ever since I finished it, but haven't really made coherent enough notes or started it, especially since I have you all breathing down my neck for mister chapter! (Talk to the monk. . .it's his fault it's being held up!) I want to do both, but with the job, the struggles on this chapter, and everything else, I don't know if I can handle working on two pieces at once. I suppose I'll just keep making notes and see how it goes. Have no fear, I will make that monk work with me or ELSE. Bastard. He can't keep you guys from enjoying the story!
And now, I must go to bed so I can function enough and MAYBE. . .just maybe, get somewhere on the silly chapter. GAH. Why can't it be Friday(PayDay) already!
Until next time,
Far Away Eyes
