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Welcome Back, Bitchez!

Hello, bitchez.  Have you missed me?  I have missed you–and blogging.   I kind of took blogging for granted before I embarked on my third NaNoWriMo, and I didn’t realize how much I got out of it.  So I am back with a vengeance, though I cannot say better than ever.

First, housecleaning details:  200,220 words for NaNoWriMo!  I had to revise my original goal due to brutal sickness, and I was unhappy about it for a bit.  Then, yesterday, as I was struggling to bang out the final 2,000 words, I realized that 200,000 words was pretty damn good for a month’s worth.   I gotta tell you, those last 2,000  nearly killed me.  I kept checking my count, and it would only be up a hundred or two hundred words.  I was averaging 2,500 words per hour for most of the month.  The last two thousand took me three hours to write.

Then, I went to verify my word count, and I couldn’t get my whole manuscript through.  WTF?  I tried half the manuscript and that went through.  Three-fourths of the manuscript went through as well, but nothing more.  I freaked out because I had put so much goddamn work into it, and I wanted every word counted.  I emailed NaNoWriMo asking what the hell should I do?  I finally checked the forums and discovered that their verifier was only programmed to handle 50,000 words.  Now, I didn’t have a problem verifying in the past two years, but I didn’t go over 150,000 either year.

So, once I was verified, I had to manually change my word count.  I can’t tell you how good it felt to see 200,220 in my word count.   It felt so good, I didn’t even care (much) that I hadn’t met my original goal.  I gave myself a well-deserved pat on the back for a job well done.  Now, I just have to make sure I don’t do what I’ve done the past two years–lose all interest in my NaNoWriMo writing. *

This year, I finished one long-ass murder mystery that is filled with trauma, drama, sex, lust, intrigue, and lots more.  I need to cut a good portion of it, but I am pretty pleased at how it turned out.  For the second novel, I took one of the characters from the first novel (but not the protagonist) and made her the main character.  I have about a third of it done, and I pretty much know where I’m going with it.  The third novel is a little strange in that it’s a blend of fiction/nonfiction.  I just started on that one, but I’m liking the energy in the early goings.

So, NaNoWriMo ’09 is in the books, and it was a smashing success.  Yay, me!

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NaNoWriMo Update–Week Four

Feh.  I have been wickedly sick for the past week and a half, so I haven’t made my personal daily goal this week.  I am not very happy about it, but I am trying to cut myself some slack.   Admittedly, I’m not very good at it, but eh.  So, I have readjusted my goal for the last two days of this year’s NaNoWriMo.  I want to make it to 200,000 words.  Currently, I have 191,009.  In other words, I have to write 9 K in two days.  Is it doable?  If I were healthy, I would say no sweat.  However, I am not as sanguine because I feel like crap right now.  Still, I will soldier on and try to meet my new goal.

Currently, I have one complete novel and a sizable start on the follow-up novel.  In addition, I have started a strange stream-of-conscious non-fiction/fiction piece.  We’ll see where that one goes as well.  The first two are mysteries.  The finished one is messy, raw, and way-the-fuck-too long, but I’m reasonably happy with the overall shape of it.  The second looks as if it’ll be nearly as messy, raw, and long.  Oh well.  I don’t have to worry about that right now.

In other news, I will be going to the doc tomorrow morning.  I really hope she can sort me out and give me new lungs while she’s at it.

NaNoWriMo Update–Week Three

Hi.  I am on track with NaNoWriMo.  As of last night, I have 150,007 words.  However, I still feel shitty, so I am trying to decide if I’m going to crank out 7,500 words tonight.   I have to admit, it is amusing me to receive the NaNoWriMo pep talks telling me to hang in there and to not give up.  I think I will ask if I can write a pep talk for next year’s NaNoWriMo.  It would say something like this:

Hi!  It’s week three, and you probably feel overwhelmed by how many words you have left to write.  Well, not me!  Ha!

I’m kidding, of course.   That would be mean, and I try not to be mean–at least on the outside.

As for me, I feel like shit.  I temporarily lost my voice tonight, which was strange, indeed.  It’s only happened to me once before, and I was relieved that I could still type.  I mean, can you imagine if I had no venue in which I could voice my opinion?  Shudder.

I skipped taiji today because my body just wasn’t up to it.  Hell, I can barely walk from the living room to the kitchen.   This is the one time when I wished someone lived in the house with me.  I love my kittehs, but they suck at serving me.

If I don’t get better by Monday, I will stop by the Minute Clinic.  In the meantime, I am pretty much butt-melding with the couch–though I am now in my computer seat.  I’ll let y’all know when I’m better.

Weight of the World

j0438884All right, mateys!  Up next is item number two on my list, losing weight.   You might want to put on your hip waders because it’s gonna get dirty and ugly up in here.  Why?  Because when I talk about weight issues, it ain’t pretty.  This time,  I’m looking at the issue of weight mostly from the viewpoint of auditioning, but as is always the case with this issue, I am sure I will veer into other territory.

I’m fat.  I’ve said it before, but I wanted to say it again.  Why?  Because I’m tired of shying away from it.  I have been skinny; I have been medium; I have been chubby; I have been fat.  Right now, I am the last.  I am uncomfortable with my weight, not only because of the health implications (though I have conflicting feelings about making weight the be-all, end-all when it comes to health), but because I don’t like the way I look.

Then again, I never do.  When I was my thinnest, I still thought I was fat and ugly.  Now, I no longer think I’m ugly (I don’t think I’m attractive, but I accept that others think I am), but I know I’m fat.  I have avoided looking into mirrors ever since I was seven.  Then, it was because I hated the fact that I didn’t have blond hair and blue eyes.   When I was that age, a woman once told me I had beautiful hair.  I remember thinking, “No, I don’t.  How can this ugly black hair be beautiful?  It’s not blond!”

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