I just ordered myself a Kobo Mini! I verified that it’ll do what I want and went to a local bookstore that had one to hold it and check it out. Looks good! Nice and light, pretty responsive, though slightly slower on start-up than a Kindle. Still quite good though.
Pretty soon the hubby and I will be heading out to Iron Man 3 and then to our anniversary dinner. Looking forward to seeing the movie though I’ve already pocketed earplugs against the inevitable explosions and loud noises. *had bad ears*
Eight people have bought Sound of Obedience! *screams with delight* Seriously it’s like Christmas—my other stories sell one or two at a time, not eight in a 24 hour period.
I must write more smut. Smut appears to sell. XD
And that’s all the news I have at the moment. Hope you’re all having a good weekend!
I woke up an hour early and didn’t realize it!
Seriously, I rolled over, looked at the clock and it said 4:05 am.
Note: FOUR oh Five. Not Five. Four!
Thought ‘huh, I have ten minutes before the alarm goes off’ and grabbed my phone so I could scroll through the Supernatural explosion of feels on my dash. *grin*
‘Huh, my alarm hasn’t gone off. That’s strange. I better look at my alarm clock before I go to bed tonight.’
Scrolled for another five minutes, got up, showered, did my hair, came out to wake up my husband and finally, finally, FINALLY registered that it was not yet 5:00am.
I haven’t done this before! I mean, I regularly wake up in the morning, like at 2:00 and 3:30 and 4:35 and 4:55 and then I start scrolling through Tumblr because really, there’s only so much of that you can do before you get annoyed and overtired.
I’ve never just completely mistaken what time it is though.
I predict a day of severely out of sync with the universe and an early bedtime tonight.
What a way to start a morning!
(Though I did have a lovely dream of being an actor on Teen Wolf and having sex with Tyler Posey behind the scenes so it can’t be all bad. XD)
I had an awesome dream last night, just before it was time to wake up.
I dreamed that the Muirin saga had become so successful that there were Hollywood producers asking me for the movie rights to Daughter of Chaos. And when they tried to smooze me I told them ‘nope, you only get the rights if you sign a contract that says you cast to race.’ Their faces kept falling so dang bad! *laughs*
You see, Daughter of Chaos has precisely two white characters after the first chapter. Just two, Anwyn and Cadfael. The rest are Greek (Iola), and African, South East Asian and mixed African-South East Asian descent (everyone else). So in my dream the producers were spluttering and trying to threaten me but I wasn’t having any of it.
I told them outright ‘I wrote DoC because I heard ‘if you don’t like [not having POC in stories] than write it yourself!’ one too many times.
The really great part of the dream was… I was successful enough (like JK Rowling levels of successful) that I could get that requirement put into the contract. They had to take my terms if they wanted to do the story. I woke up just as someone signed the contract.
Totally unrealistic, I know, but boy that was an awesome dream! It’d be so cool to see DoC made into a movie or TV series. *wistful sigh*
Though where you’d find a 5’ 2” very pale red headed man with about 6’ 9” of bad attitude crammed into him who’d be willing to wear fluffy petticoats and be the damsel in distress I just do not know. *laughs even harder*
Oh well, off to work for me! :D
My arm still hurts (though less than it did this morning—the brace seems to be helping) but I managed to finish another story.
And this one actually is short! :D
It’s another smut story set in the Debts to Recover ‘verse. And this time it’s pretty much pure smut with virtually no redeeming value whatsoever.
It was fun to write though and I’ll end up selling it eventually, maybe in June. Not sure that I’ll put it into a TPB format given that it’s under 2000 words but we’ll see.
Now to get some work done while I’m at work. ;)
My left arm is acting up. That’s my mouse hand at work. *grumbles*
I may take my brace with me to work, just in case. I think I need to adjust my chair there, too.
I hate it when my RSI acts up! >.>
My mom has gone home. *tired cheer*
Don’t get me wrong, I love my mom and having her stay with us wasn’t at all torture. I enjoyed having her here.
I’m not that comfortable sharing my space with my husband on a daily basis (sadly). Adding another person and her little dog completely disrupts all my routines.
So her being here was good but her going home is better.
Enough said there.
Plans for the week include getting Sound of Obedience up for people to buy, posting the first chapter of Fitting In on my WP site for everyone to read and actually finishing another couple of stories. Plus hopefully finding another artist or two who would like to do covers for me. I’ve got three now but I sort of need at least one more.
*sighs and squirms* Asking artists to do cover commissions is unreasonably hard sometimes for me. #^^#
Anyway, back to work and back to normal life for me!
Oh. Yeah. Because it’s only 10:00 am.
I so don’t want to be at work today! I mean, I don’t mind it. My boss is off work today so I’m freer than normal but I still don’t want to be here. I’d rather be home (sleeping) or writing (which I am or would be if people would just stop having two hour long rambling conversations around me) or something but…
*looks at clock*
>.> …wanna go home!
Most days I manage between 1500 and 2500 words. A good day is 3100-3600 words.
Today I wrote 5093 words on my newest Muirin story. Plus I got a fair amount of work done.
It’s kind of surprising how much more productive I am when I’m too tired to give a shit about anything.
I’ve got no idea where the story’s going (once again) but it seems solid. I’m having fun exploring Raelin’s character. I’m getting in some good bits of world building and history for the Dana family.
So its all good.
But I swear I’m going to bed early tonight so that I can get a good night’s sleep. I don’t like being wiped all day. -_-;
…but still working or at least trying to work, have a random factoid that I noticed this morning.
For me, a short story is between 10,000 and 15,000 words.
Naturally, I mean. I can write shorter if I really work at it but its not easy for me. When I just let myself write whatever I want to write and let the short story be whatever length it wants to be, I end up with a story that’s between 10K and 15K.
Not upset about that or anything. I’m just tired and headachey enough to find it mildly odd that I’m long-format no matter what I try.
*goes back to trying to work while exhausted*
It was a good writing day with about 4200 words written total. :D
But that wasn’t what was interesting.
You see, when I got home my mom was curious about my Kindle Fire. She’s thought about getting one but wanted to actually handle one. Now that I’ve told her that I write it was a less nerve wracking thing to let her poke around and play with it.
She ah, found all my fanfic. Not just mine but Te’s (cue massive flailing internally) and a bunch of other smutty stuff.
Fortunately for me, she didn’t really open any of it up and she accepted ‘oh, that’s naughty stuff’ without asking any further.
But it still led to her asking what’s fanfic? She’d never heard the term before. I explained it as that’s where someone takes Bilbo from The Hobbit and writes more adventures for him. That made sense to her though she’d never known that anyone could do that before then.
*dies a little*
But she did have some useful suggestions on my original stories (little forewords explaining that which has come before might be helpful) and she said that I’d sucked her into the Muirin stories and what the kids were up to.
*squees and flails and dances around* Given that my mother does not read that sort of story—like EVER—that’s a huge accomplishment that I’m going to be justly proud of. *smug smile*
But now I’m off to shower and bed since it’s too hot and too late for a bath.
Finished the first draft of Stormy Arrival, my new Muirin story with the trans* (FTM) character.
And um, anyone who is trans* is more than welcome to read it and give me feedback. Just send me an ask/fanmail with an email address and I’ll send it over to you.
I think it’s fairly respectful. It doesn’t end with everything being magically solved for the trans* character but he does get his wishes respected and Anwyn doesn’t run right over the top of him.
I’ve also started the next Muirin story because I wrecked a ship in Stormy Arrival and the whole Dana clan was shouting in my head about getting it fixed / replaced. So Raelin gets to learn about ship building.
And so do I because gah, research! This is a thing I must do!
*happy dance* Have I ever mentioned that I like doing research on obscure, strange things that I’ll never ever do? XD
Though of course I really should go do that thing where I work while I’m on the clock…. ;)
Blood has been donated as well. And now I’m pooped. Bleh!
But I have what I need to be able to finish the special editions so I’m going to go work on that for a while.
Or maybe I’ll nap. Both sound good.
(Nap may win)
Constant really cheerful “I know we no longer do it this way but that’s what the document says so I’m going to tell my people to follow the document” interruptions by a manager who’s trying to force change suck even worse.
Especially when said manager knows perfectly well that I have no power to change anything. I cannot change it if the managers involved will not change. I haven’t done this thing in over SIX years and I know the document is wrong.
I. Still. Cannot. Change. It!
Said manager needs to talk to the other managers responsible for the thing bothering him because JFC, it’s not like I’m blocking the change! Clerks change nothing. We just take orders!
I think I need to write about a thousand or two words when I get home but I doubt that’ll happen. The hubby will want attention.
I really need to sell get more books up so that I can sell more books and get the hell out of his job.
At least its almost time to go home.