Blog Flog: End of the day wind down
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lkh_lashoutsIt's been too long since I did one of these...and my snark-o-meter is on the uptick! Thought I would give it a crack. I could stand to sharpen my claws. ;)
(I apologize in advance if this isn't particularly funny...but ahh well. At least I tried.)
ETA: DOH! I forgot to add the link! Stupid me.
http://blog.laurellkhamilton.org/2007/04/end-of-day-wind-down.html
And LJ seems to be on crack...sorry if my HTML skillz fail me.
End of the day. Twelve pages on FROST; three pages on the comic script with Jon.
That means we're twelve pages closer to getting to read the trainwreck. And three pages on the comic! Whoo, such an accomplishment! You get a gold star!
Time to think about dinner. Time to wind down for the day.
Time to think about re-introducing that thing called a " plot" into your books, but oh, you know, that's not important.
It was a lovely weekend. I started the day feeling refreshed and ready to ride up that hill for another try at the dragon.
That poor dragon. Honestly,whatever did it do to you? I'm sure all it wants to do is burn villages, steal a some maidens, maybe even eat a few sheep, and to do it all in peace. Must you always traipse up that hill to beat the stuffing out of it? Dragons are awesome LKH, and you have no right to use them in one of your wanky analogies.
Now, the fight is over. I won today, but I took some hits. I'm tired.
Well, at least the dragon got some shots in before it went down. I think we should award it a medal. That brave dragon.
I didn't mean to do twelve pages on FROST. I kept thinking I'll just write until I get to this point. Just reintroduce the goblin twins; Ash and Holly. Just describe the red-caps. Just . . . well you see how it went.
Oh yes...we've seen where it went, all right. Straight to hell in several handbaskets, along with your sanity.
Sometimes I write the way I use to run, back when I jogged. I'd say, just to that stop sign and then I'll stop. But I didn't stop, because then I'd pick a new land mark. Run just until you get to that rose bush, then you can rest. Run just until you get to the end of that driveway, then you can rest. But I'd seldom actually let myself rest until I got back home.
Run, run until you find a plot...
Was that lying to myself?
Oh, now THIS is entirely too easy. Honey, you've been lying to yourself for YEARS. It's called self-delusion.
I mean, I know me. I knew I wasn't really stopping.
No, because you'll never stop torturing us with bad fairy porn. I can't even imagine the horror that The Harlequin will be, but I like to think that it may not even be as bad as DM.
...Of course, I've been wrong before. At least I can admit when I'm wrong, unlike a certain author we all know and (once) loved.
I guess it was just the best carrot I could come up with.
Yeah, you've been holding the Edward carrot out in front of us for HOW many books now? Three? Four? And when you finally deliver the goods, we find out you've assassinated his character.
I'm pretty good at dangling the carrot just out of reach,
That you are...and what a rotten, puny carrot it is. :p
but not so good at actually giving it to myself.
Oh, but you're good at giving everything else to yourself. Like say...you're so-called entitlement that you corrupt millions with your work, and that you CREATED the genre, even though people DID come before you.
Yeah, I'm pretty bad at rewarding myself.
...We got that.
Really good at work though.
So you say. Think you could work at creating a decent plot?
(I apologize in advance if this isn't particularly funny...but ahh well. At least I tried.)
ETA: DOH! I forgot to add the link! Stupid me.
http://blog.laurellkhamilton.org/2007/04/end-of-day-wind-down.html
And LJ seems to be on crack...sorry if my HTML skillz fail me.
End of the day. Twelve pages on FROST; three pages on the comic script with Jon.
That means we're twelve pages closer to getting to read the trainwreck. And three pages on the comic! Whoo, such an accomplishment! You get a gold star!
Time to think about dinner. Time to wind down for the day.
Time to think about re-introducing that thing called a " plot" into your books, but oh, you know, that's not important.
It was a lovely weekend. I started the day feeling refreshed and ready to ride up that hill for another try at the dragon.
That poor dragon. Honestly,whatever did it do to you? I'm sure all it wants to do is burn villages, steal a some maidens, maybe even eat a few sheep, and to do it all in peace. Must you always traipse up that hill to beat the stuffing out of it? Dragons are awesome LKH, and you have no right to use them in one of your wanky analogies.
Now, the fight is over. I won today, but I took some hits. I'm tired.
Well, at least the dragon got some shots in before it went down. I think we should award it a medal. That brave dragon.
I didn't mean to do twelve pages on FROST. I kept thinking I'll just write until I get to this point. Just reintroduce the goblin twins; Ash and Holly. Just describe the red-caps. Just . . . well you see how it went.
Oh yes...we've seen where it went, all right. Straight to hell in several handbaskets, along with your sanity.
Sometimes I write the way I use to run, back when I jogged. I'd say, just to that stop sign and then I'll stop. But I didn't stop, because then I'd pick a new land mark. Run just until you get to that rose bush, then you can rest. Run just until you get to the end of that driveway, then you can rest. But I'd seldom actually let myself rest until I got back home.
Run, run until you find a plot...
Was that lying to myself?
Oh, now THIS is entirely too easy. Honey, you've been lying to yourself for YEARS. It's called self-delusion.
I mean, I know me. I knew I wasn't really stopping.
No, because you'll never stop torturing us with bad fairy porn. I can't even imagine the horror that The Harlequin will be, but I like to think that it may not even be as bad as DM.
...Of course, I've been wrong before. At least I can admit when I'm wrong, unlike a certain author we all know and (once) loved.
I guess it was just the best carrot I could come up with.
Yeah, you've been holding the Edward carrot out in front of us for HOW many books now? Three? Four? And when you finally deliver the goods, we find out you've assassinated his character.
I'm pretty good at dangling the carrot just out of reach,
That you are...and what a rotten, puny carrot it is. :p
but not so good at actually giving it to myself.
Oh, but you're good at giving everything else to yourself. Like say...you're so-called entitlement that you corrupt millions with your work, and that you CREATED the genre, even though people DID come before you.
Yeah, I'm pretty bad at rewarding myself.
...We got that.
Really good at work though.
So you say. Think you could work at creating a decent plot?
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