Pity-party from the other day over, I started back writing Monday afternoon. I’ve slammed in some good numbers since then. Word count is ….
Oh, holy HELL…. I put the Cruzer in the drive and my file wasn’t there. I about shit six tons of bricks until I noticed it defaulted to a different drive. Christ, gotta walk that one off. LOL! And email it to myself just so I can get my lungs out of my nose.
Word count is 37, 539. *breathe* Not great progress for three days, not bad considering I wasn’t writing during the week for a while. But then Facebook became my enemy…. and my friend.
My writer friends throw links at me, I follow. Follow. Follow. Screwing around and not getting any writing done. One thing leads to another and I end up among a group of people who have either self-published, have an E-pub, whatever. And I started reading. And reading. Annnnnnnnnnnnd reading. Not only their experiences but their links to this place, then that place. My FB wall is now jammed with links I gotta go BACK and finish reading. I’m slammed with information and trying to process it all. Like I told Nia earlier, if I’m gonna do something I have to find the way to do it that most tortures me.
I’ve learned a lot in three days. Among those things…
Make your blogs short and entertaining. *snort* No, I am a verbose bitch.
Answer everybody. *snort* I’ll try. I’m lucky I blog at all.
The perky factor seems to be high. *snort* I’m screwed on that end. I’m a lot of things, but perky is reserved for my fake-ass day job.
Carry a notepad because you’ll need it to make blog notes and for the sudden Plot Bunny attacks. *waving the notes*
Better yet, get a micro-cassette recorder. *holding that up for tomorrow*
Brand yourself. Wtf? (don’t answer that, I know now)
NETWORK. *snort* Have I ever mentioned I’m anti-social?
But above all….. be yourself. In your writing and your interactions. Don’t be afraid of what comes out of your fingertips.
So… that means I can still be a sick, twisted and anti-social individual that writes fic that is not for the squeamish? Cool.
Um… but it also means I gotta cut this short now according to rule #1. Bye!