Ever Bethany

Yesterday, I went to a gun show, played Lego Indiana Jones with a Nintendo-style controller (a first ever), beat the level, and made chicken stock.

Today just couldn't win with that kind of competition...

Day 27 of the Month of Images was next, many moons ago, and demands a glamor shot. My favorite is still this one I took of myself while traveling in Panama with my exchange sister:



Tonight I watched The Order of the Phoenix, which I actually found quite good, especially toward the end.
It was kind of startling at some points, though, when Daniel Radcliffe-as-Harry is holding forth, how much he looks like my brother, in the way he talks. Since they're both short, dark-haired, blue-eyed guys, one wonders... Welsh genes?

The randomness of this is brought to you by the desire to post something without having any burning passion to post a *specific* thing....

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Oh. And I think I need to completely rewrite Vol 5 of Aolon, not just Vol 1. Which, being a NaNo vet, is 50,000 some words long! Sadly, I'm getting the feeling that if every volume, and every 200,000 of the words needed to be gone over to make this book presentable, I would need to do it. The stories in it are too important to me, I tried to give them up but I couldn't shake them...

Back in the US and I'm freezing.

In LA, I'm freezing. Not. Good.

However, Vol. 5 of Aolon is getting a once-over in which I'm cleaning up a lot of sentences. It's huge for me to see them and not just cringe away and leave them for later until I don't see it anymore, and I'm enjoying the story, which is even better, getting both in one.

When my cellphone is charged it's time for a phone marathon of getting in contact with people about seeing them. I've already got a few e-mails out which betters yesterday. I was a bum yesterday.

So I'm at 56000 words in Vol. 4. I've been creeping for the last 5000, but it's more than I realized.

I think there's still more story than I'm allowing, too, so that's half the uphill work.

Once more into the breach!

~For the end and for freedom!~



Today, interspersed with Useful Things, I read Blade Dancer. The title made me pick it up despite my immediate rejection of titles so cool they must be gimmicky or too popular for me. I enjoyed it a lot. Though I have a feeling it was twaddle.
It was all the overused elements I have a weakness for, I guess.
I mean really, it features a bicultural big-talking jock who goes in over her head at a battle school of sorts for assassins with a motley crew of other halfs that bond and become better than the individuals they are despite themselves.
Gah.
It was a day well spent.

And speaking of battle school:


I returned Castle Cant, to ignore. I still have Enola Holmes and Across the Nightengale Floor for a good old college try. Name of the Wind I will get to again. Someday.
But I've been crossing books off the library shelf-list quite a bit lately.

I need to start on my purchased books shelf pretty soon.
For now, survival.
Tomorrow ought to be calmer.
The aged next-door-auntie should be going home, as electric has been restored to all the people we've been helping support in the crisis, I've got packages off, I only need major sewing done and...well.
The list is still long.

But I'm here!

Since I've been working at a Pumpkin Festival on a bonafide farm doing instruction sorts of things how about a random Thanksgiving fact?
Fact being defined losely in terms of Internet reality.

The Native Americans originated strawberry shortcake, as a way to enliven cornmeal. They mashed strawberries in the flour, I think with something to soak the grain in for softening. No doubt, like with salt and popcorn, the European propensity to season improved on the original.
The Japanese aren't the only ones to blatantly steal and make their own.

1812 / 50000 words. 4% done!

The pretty metre thingamabob iss no workk. Well, well, well.
Like the Nano site during after-work hours for the US.
But Zokutou's code ought NOT to be making a bar too big to fit in one line of my journal, or show the progress on the far side of the thermometer. Don't ask me how THAT happened.

The point: I almost reached one day's wordcount in two days. Today I might have reached almost two, in a less-close-almost sort of a way. I should have known this week would be a bit of a dead loss, but I don't like to believe that coffee and extensive [obsessive] preparation don't defeat the laws of physics as correlated to earth-relative time.

Or the inertia of not writing more than a few pages every few days in three weeks.

As of this morning, a warped Words Behind: 4188

Currently: Now I am a jolly 2722 words behind. With a little extra uncounted yet towards the positive side of things.

From now on, I promise you, LJ cuts about NanoNonsense. Today, I subject the masses.