This Will Be Known As the Year Cullen Didn’t Remember a Single Damn Anniversary

I’m sitting here typing away at an essay I may or may not publish over at the sister site when, by chance, I notice a date on one of the reviews there.  A quick look reveals that, sure enough, I’ve been reviewing movies over there for five years.

Five years.

And I missed the date.

Yet another anniversary blown.

Okay, Future Ex-Mrs Cullen M. M. Waters, here’s what you need to do.  Make sure the wedding is on a date I can’t possibly miss.  The first of January, the last of December.  Labor Day.  Not April Fool’s Day as that’s my Mom’s birthday but St. Patrick’s Day might be keen.

Just something that might trigger my meager gray cells.

Unless you like it when I completely blow off special dates.

Cause baby, guess what?

I Admit It: Mistakes Were Made

Hey.

Remember almost a week and a half ago, I came on this site to, I dunno, vent my spleen a little?  Maybe summon up some preternatural horrors to plague the uncaring world?  In a playful manner?  Because a movie I wanted to see (called The Babadook) wasn’t playing at my local theaters?

Yeah.

Well.

Today I found a single theater playing it, starting tomorrow.  Ten miles from where I live, but no biggie.

So.

Um.

There’s that.

And, I suppose I really should apologize to [REDACTED] for using the Necronomicon to summon up the Sulien Goat.  Super sorry.  My bad.  I’m sure that those of you who have had your soul eating by that Sort-Of Good Middle Aged One will still have full if sociopathic lives.

In the case of the politicians, I doubt anyone will ever notice.

Heh.

Yeesh.

MY CITY, STATE SUCKS THE BIG ONE!

I have just found out to my absolute horror and disgust, that The Babadook isn’t playing in my city or my state.

It’s playing in other cities and states.    Just not my city, state.

I’ve been waiting FOREVER to see this movie (well, at least since I saw the trailer) and now I find out

I

 

CAN’T

 

SEE

 

IT!

 

Oh, but look here!  I CAN see the movie Ouija.  It’s about trouble connected to idiots using a Ouija board.  I can watch that in this city again and again and again if I so wish.

But I don’t.

Why?

I’ve already SEEN THE FRICKING THING!

Back when it was called freaking

 

WITCHBOARD!!!

AKA

EVERY CRAP

HORROR FLICK IN

THE LATE EIGHTIES

EARLY NINETIES!!!!

Crap teenie bopper horror I get, instead of something of interest.

But I’m not bitter.

Clearly.

I’m not b

Screw this crap, WHERE’S MY NECRONOMICON!!!!!  THIS CRAP WON’T FECKING STAND, BOYO, I’LL BE TELLING YOU THAT FOR DAMN CERTAIN!!!!!

Yet Another NaNoWriMo Update

Anyone else remember when I was insane enough to do blog posts almost every day during NaNoWriMo?  Good times.  Good times.

Anyways, I’ve put a capper on Book One (or Part One, if you prefer) of the novel.  So far this has been the best NaNoWriMo yet, with a coherent, good story, where the exposition comes in I think fun little doses.  It won’t be perfect when it’s done, but I’m loving every inch of it.

Here’s the thing, though.  This story?  Isn’t the one I want to tell with these characters.  Not in the slightest.  So when I’m finished, I’m scuttling it, taking the best stuff, adding a few new tweaks, and fashioning a new novel to send out to the publishing world.  Who knows with it, right?  Right.

The important part of that last paragraph is the “when I’m finished.”  I don’t mean with the contest.  I intend to finish this novel, the wrong story, before moving on to the next one.

I said I was loving this novel, right?  I’m loving it too much not to finish it.  I want it and its future (fraternal?) twin sister to be.  That sounds nuts, even to me, but there we go.

Any luck, I will be adding “finished novelist” to the list of honestly meaningless titles I have either at year’s end or just at the start of next year.  The twin shouldn’t take too long finishing, what with a lot of it already written (hopefully).  Then I can worry about the only title that matters.

Professional writer.

That said, let’s look at some stats.

Book One is 22,636 words long.  About half of what I need for the contest.  The full novel I want is about 100,000 words long, though as it’s possible I’m not going to send this one out I might let it stop at 75,000.  Depends how I’m doing, how eager I am to get to the twin, that sort of thing.

All said, I’m about 22 to 30% done.  Which is closer than I’ve ever come before.

Those checking my NaNo stats for today might notice I’m at 38,405 words.  Of that total, 3,856 of that (roughly a mere 10%) is stuff that happens later in the novel.  How much gets used I won’t know until I get there.

The rest of that (11,913 words, or about 31%) is scrap.  Wheel spinning.  Me trying to get this bird off the ground.  It’s there to keep the count where it should be, sad to say.

Which means that only around 59% of what I have is actual novel for the contest.

It should be added that this is a bigger percentage than any other time.  Except maybe Fear Adventure.  That might have been 100% novel but only 80% (or so) finished.

While I’m breaking no rule this way, it does feel a little cheap.  My goal has always been finished novel.  Every year doing this, though, has taught me more and more about the craft.

Hopefully next year will be the year.

Another Brief NaNo Update

Well, I’ve almost got the first two chapters done right.  I’ve a scene maybe three or four chapters down the road about perfect.  I have a tonnage of stuff I’m only holding on to because of the contest; 50,000 words comes around, its all in a folder marked “Scrap.”  Now that it’s too late to restart, I want to write something else. And I’m behind in my word count.

In other words, typical NaNoWriMo.

I like this novel.  I hope I finish.  But it’s not 50,000 words.  75,000, maybe.

Still.  I’m having fun.