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Guys.

Guys.

One of my novellas is being published.

[excited .gif of your choice goes here]

The publisher is Etopia Press. The story is just under 12,000 words after edits. I suppose I should have rushed to livejournal the very moment I got the acceptance (or signed the contract or went through the first round of edits or the second round) but I have that weird fear that if I talk too much about something, it will automatically cease. I'm pretty sure I've talked about it here before. If not, I'm sorry you have to be exposed to my strangeness.

BUT ANYWAY. I'll keep you posted as more information comes my way.
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Late night self-loathing voice is always a very nice girl.

Dark Side of Brain: What are you even doing? You can't write. Look at this story--LOOK AT IT. My God, there isn't even a plot there are just characters doing things. Why are they doing these things? Why can't you make them interesting? IF YOUR PLOTTING WAS ANY LOOSER THE INK WOULD RUN RIGHT OFF THE PAGE.
Good Side of Brain: Sweetheart, it would be nice if you began fewer sentences with pronouns. Just a suggestion.
Dark Side: WHAT WOULD YOU DO WITH YOURSELF IF PEOPLE ACTUALLY READ THIS? YOU ARE A SHINING EXAMPLE OF EVERY SINGLE CRITICISM YOU HAVE EVER MADE.
Good Side: And a few less adverbs please.
Dark Side: GO READ SOME OSCAR WILDE SO YOU CAN SEE EVERYTHING THAT YOU'RE NOT AND NEVER EVER WILL BE.
Me: *stares blankly at screen*

Perserverance causes more brain-yelling but it's better than writing nothing at all.

When I neglect to write I start criticizing myself for being lazy and uninspired and I start thinking I'll never complete anything worthwhile.

Oh broken self-esteem, you are such a double-edged sword.
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You know how you know that you might be crazy or just entirely too paranoid?

When it's ten o' clock at night and you're at your best friend's house, all alone save for two dogs. And then you hear a voice outside the door. It's a female voice. And so you race outside of the bedroom, heart going off like a jack hammer, and you look around the room and ask, "Is someone here?" And the only response you get is the two dogs jumping up to say, You're back? How about you stop looking half-crazed and pet us?

We're going to call this Adventures In Housesitting.

Other adventures include Friday when you're at lunch and you get a call from your best friend's mom saying that the alarm company just called to say that there's been a breach so you get your ass up and race across town to find that the house is empty, the alarm is glitching, and one of the two dogs you're taking care of decides that this is the time to jump ship through the escape route you left while you're checking the closets for burglars. You find him in the neighbor's yard and drag all three hundred pounds of him back into the house.

So this has been my week. In some book news--everyone loves book news--I read The Dark and Hollow Places on my Kindle thereby proving my own theory that getting new books for half the price and not in annoying debilitating hardback made the Kindle price worth it.

I also got Bleach. The first fourteen volumes. If the librarian thought it was strange that I was carrying manga up to my chin, she didn't comment. I know I'm late to the party but I'm really enjoying it so far. I also got two Naruto volumes and I put others on hold since I'm finally getting back to reading the manga cohesively rather than just watching sporadic episodes and reading whatever scanlations and spoilers I come across. I forgot how much I love it.

But I find the only problem is that now I can only hear Little Kuriboh's voice(s).

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I am just posting to announce that I reached 20,000 words of the novel last night. I am not sure exactly how good those words are but they’re THERE and that’s what matters. For now at least.

Do you know what actually helped me pick up on my writing? I was creeping around some of the blogs of YA authors and I saw that Holly Black documented her word count each day on her new novel. I saw that and got all EXCITED because there’s nothing I like more than quantifying things. LISTS ARE MY FRIENDS. GRAPHS ARE MY FRIENDS. Anything that puts things numerically just makes me feel better. So I said to myself, “I could do that! I could add up my words at the end of each month! I could find my averages! I could forecast my writing for months to come! I COULD JUST STARE AT MY PRETTY WORD COUNT CHART UNTIL IT TELLS ME THE SECRET TO WRITING SOMETHING GREAT!” (This hasn’t happened yet.)

I might or might not post it here eventually. Maybe when I have a good few months racked up. Until then, it’s been helping. I’m pressed to keep the daily word count up to four digits so that it will look smooth and straight. Hey, whatever gets things done.

I might post a synopsis soon, maybe an excerpt if I can find one that doesn’t make me say, “lolol what the hell am I even doing?” Or maybe just, you know, the title. I have weird irrational fears. Sometimes I feel that if I’m writing something I can’t put any of it out into the world too soon or it’ll suddenly die and it will be ALL MY FAULT. I have some strange paranoid phobias regarding how the life machine works. Maybe I’ll start posting them here so that other people can chime in and I’ll feel less alone.

So yes, title, maybe synopsis. Might or might not come soon.
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