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lkh_lashoutsA blogflog! My first! Every time she posts someone beats me to the flogging, but not today! She's in bold and I'm in plain!
http://blog.laurellkhamilton.org/2008/08/cake-or-death.html
Better today. Got the comic stuff done bright and early. Am rereading the new Anita book, because I’ve been away from it too long to just pick back up where I left off. In fact, today when Jon asked me what page number to print off to, I couldn’t remember.
Jon prints for you? Your Majesty can't quite handle the scary confusing task that is File > Print > Pages? You need a special fanboy helper to move the big heavy mouse? Jesus, talk about being unable to survive in the wild.
He then asked, "Well, where did you leave everything? What was happening?" I looked at him blankly.
This explains a lot.
I simply couldn’t remember if I’d gotten past the weretiger scene, or not. I think I had, but I had to look to be sure.
God, even she can't tell her own sex scenes apart. (Well, it's only a 95% chance of being a sex scene. 5% chance of Anita learning that she's the Queen of the Weretigers too, because God forbid something exist in the universe and Anita not be the all-powerful master of it.)
I am past that scene. I had to leave Anita, Edward, and the rest of the police about to do a SWAT entry to a house. I’ve been making notes on research I’ll be needing for later, as I reread. What kind of research? What does the drive form [from! don't you write for a living?] the airport to the police station look like. Heck, what does the police station look like.
I'm glad to see that all the research you need for a scene of a SWAT entry consists of "The police station is down the road from the airport. The police station is a gray building." Because actual SWAT tactics aren't worth researching, and anyway since Laurita is such a tough combat-ready ass-kicking manly man, she knows all that stuff already.
There are other more detailed questions, but it’s mostly questions because the book isn’t set in St. Louis.
Yeah, it's pretty much impossible to get information on a place you don't live in. There's just no way to do that.
Jon and I enjoyed our research in North Carolina, for the most part, except for that one hotel room, but I’m not a good traveler. I guess I could treat the travel like some writers do, as a chance to see new places and experience new things . . . naw, not me. It’s all just work.
Oh, poor baby has nigh-unlimited time and funds to see the world in luxury, what hard work!
Though my new goal is to learn to play better, and enjoy myself more.
Yeah, you never get any time off at all, what with ignoring your novels so hard you forget what's in them.
We’ll see if a life time of habits can be tweaked a bit. I know I need more fun in my life, or I’m going to loose my freaking mind. So, fun, or death? Hmm. It’s like that Eddie Izzard routine, "Cake, or death?" Everybody wants cake.
And that, ladies and gentleman, is how you kill a joke dead.
I’m off to the main part of the house. Jon has my new ipod ready for me to choose a play list, and start downloading, or uploading, or whatever the heck kind of loading it is.
You realize this makes you sound stupid, right? Not cute, not sympathetic, it makes you sound like you can't be arsed to learn simple terms related to all your expensive toys. And Jon has to get your iPod ready, which I guess means you aren't even competent to... plug it in? Turn on iTunes? Drag the files across? I just can't think of any iPod-related tasks that someone would conceivably need assistance with.
Do I put Audioslave back on? I was fast forwarding through it most of the time. Do I add Soundgarden? Do I add more Diary of Dreams? Do I put on more Tori Amos?
Do I put on something that anyone has listened to in the last ten years? Nah, wouldn't go well with my electric-blue miniskirt.
What will work for this book, and for me? Too many choices. Did I mention in the blog earlier that the computer that we did a lot of our shared work on, died? It’s been an interesting week for technology for us. In that Chinese curse kind of way; you know, may you live in interesting times. If my life were anymore interesting than it is, I wouldn’t know what to do with myself.
Oh you poor widdle baby! If I was a national bestseller with no day job and a husband who was the freakin' president of my fan club and little helpers to hold my hand through every mundane task, I wouldn't know what to do with myself either!
...Actually, I probably wouldn't. But for different reasons.
Also note: as in so many blog posts (gah, why does she call them "blogs," must be more of her oh-so-lovable "I'm not technical, tee hee" act--which really takes away from the "I'm so manly" act, by the way) there is no mention whatsoever of Trinity. Because, jeez, a mother can't be expected to acknowledge her daughter's existence all the freakin' time, that would be ridiculous.
http://blog.laurellkhamilton.org/2008/08/cake-or-death.html
Better today. Got the comic stuff done bright and early. Am rereading the new Anita book, because I’ve been away from it too long to just pick back up where I left off. In fact, today when Jon asked me what page number to print off to, I couldn’t remember.
Jon prints for you? Your Majesty can't quite handle the scary confusing task that is File > Print > Pages? You need a special fanboy helper to move the big heavy mouse? Jesus, talk about being unable to survive in the wild.
He then asked, "Well, where did you leave everything? What was happening?" I looked at him blankly.
This explains a lot.
I simply couldn’t remember if I’d gotten past the weretiger scene, or not. I think I had, but I had to look to be sure.
God, even she can't tell her own sex scenes apart. (Well, it's only a 95% chance of being a sex scene. 5% chance of Anita learning that she's the Queen of the Weretigers too, because God forbid something exist in the universe and Anita not be the all-powerful master of it.)
I am past that scene. I had to leave Anita, Edward, and the rest of the police about to do a SWAT entry to a house. I’ve been making notes on research I’ll be needing for later, as I reread. What kind of research? What does the drive form [from! don't you write for a living?] the airport to the police station look like. Heck, what does the police station look like.
I'm glad to see that all the research you need for a scene of a SWAT entry consists of "The police station is down the road from the airport. The police station is a gray building." Because actual SWAT tactics aren't worth researching, and anyway since Laurita is such a tough combat-ready ass-kicking manly man, she knows all that stuff already.
There are other more detailed questions, but it’s mostly questions because the book isn’t set in St. Louis.
Yeah, it's pretty much impossible to get information on a place you don't live in. There's just no way to do that.
Jon and I enjoyed our research in North Carolina, for the most part, except for that one hotel room, but I’m not a good traveler. I guess I could treat the travel like some writers do, as a chance to see new places and experience new things . . . naw, not me. It’s all just work.
Oh, poor baby has nigh-unlimited time and funds to see the world in luxury, what hard work!
Though my new goal is to learn to play better, and enjoy myself more.
Yeah, you never get any time off at all, what with ignoring your novels so hard you forget what's in them.
We’ll see if a life time of habits can be tweaked a bit. I know I need more fun in my life, or I’m going to loose my freaking mind. So, fun, or death? Hmm. It’s like that Eddie Izzard routine, "Cake, or death?" Everybody wants cake.
And that, ladies and gentleman, is how you kill a joke dead.
I’m off to the main part of the house. Jon has my new ipod ready for me to choose a play list, and start downloading, or uploading, or whatever the heck kind of loading it is.
You realize this makes you sound stupid, right? Not cute, not sympathetic, it makes you sound like you can't be arsed to learn simple terms related to all your expensive toys. And Jon has to get your iPod ready, which I guess means you aren't even competent to... plug it in? Turn on iTunes? Drag the files across? I just can't think of any iPod-related tasks that someone would conceivably need assistance with.
Do I put Audioslave back on? I was fast forwarding through it most of the time. Do I add Soundgarden? Do I add more Diary of Dreams? Do I put on more Tori Amos?
Do I put on something that anyone has listened to in the last ten years? Nah, wouldn't go well with my electric-blue miniskirt.
What will work for this book, and for me? Too many choices. Did I mention in the blog earlier that the computer that we did a lot of our shared work on, died? It’s been an interesting week for technology for us. In that Chinese curse kind of way; you know, may you live in interesting times. If my life were anymore interesting than it is, I wouldn’t know what to do with myself.
Oh you poor widdle baby! If I was a national bestseller with no day job and a husband who was the freakin' president of my fan club and little helpers to hold my hand through every mundane task, I wouldn't know what to do with myself either!
...Actually, I probably wouldn't. But for different reasons.
Also note: as in so many blog posts (gah, why does she call them "blogs," must be more of her oh-so-lovable "I'm not technical, tee hee" act--which really takes away from the "I'm so manly" act, by the way) there is no mention whatsoever of Trinity. Because, jeez, a mother can't be expected to acknowledge her daughter's existence all the freakin' time, that would be ridiculous.
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