just saw one missed call. great movie.
although i wonder. why does she crawl into the ductowrk? hello! ghost running around. i would not be in there, believe me. so why does she do it? it's scary. okay, give her a motive, like she's trying to save her life, thinsk she's going to die anyway. now, the scary part. ask yourself, why is it scary? did the author purposely let us think a corpse was hiding there? it was. and did they plan to have it move slowly in the background? probably.
the fear factor: isolated, trapped, dark, ghost, already killed. asks yourself why you are scared. don't just copy the scene in your book. someone crawling through duictwork sucks. ask yourself why you are scared.
the messengers. (did anyone figure out why the kid's feet was on the bed, when he wasn't killed there? drives me nuts. ) okay, ghosts in the basement. she runs up, guy with pitchfork. she goes back to basement. (idiot.) i would take the sob with the fork. flatten his a** and you're home free. so why not the ghost? becasue you can't hurt them. they're powerful. they can hurt, you're helpless, etc.
and here you thought i was just wasting time watching movies.
ps. don't watch movies with me. that scene in house on the hill where the skeleton pops out of the ashes? i jumped. even after i saw it in the theaters, with mom, with friends, again at the station. every time. i jumped. pathetic. like popcorn everywhere. sigh.

oohh i had this great idea, a whole new twist on vampires, and then i read carrion comfort, by dan simmons. still reading, actually; this is a big book. and a great one. but it is my idea, right there, done already. there is nothng new under the sun.
plot notes. could not live without them. i often have tv on, killing brain cells, and realize some stupid little tidbit i think is just awesome. i type it, quick, in wordperfect. and save it undr plot notes. when i am ready to write a book, i open plot notes, scan through, and wonder why i wrote so much crap. yippe, the life of a writer. then i write more crap, of longer length. ta da, the novel. then re write. very important for most writers, the re edit. repeat as nessecary. like alot. and changes go under plot notes. things like. changed her name, add later. changed gender, fix now. re write first three chapters for this. maybe i need to work on the plots a bit more.
the paramedic story is almost done. it's halfway through edit, and might be up for grabs about the time forbidden passion hits the market. neat.
i notcied i play a lot of games on the computer. time i should be writing. do i really care about my score? no. if the world ended, would i have anything to show for the hard work? no. can i hold it, handle it? nope. but than by that logic, any book i write will eventually fade into dust. hmm. this logic wipes out all my ambition. drink up the bailey's. nothing else matters.

I just started reading dust, by Elizabeth Bear. so far, the book is awesome, though a little tough. the nanotechnogoly has been done before, so I pretty much understand what is going on. Still, worlds of such complexion can be hard to understand (does complexion refer to complex also, or just to a face?) Yet the author does a good job of explaining without bogging down into tiresome details. And in between oddities, the pace moves well, and the characters are interesting. Of course, that’s my opnion. I also loved the music of razors. Not the horror story you might think, but a novel about an angel’s bones and the twins that acquire them. both stories have a narrative that sticks in one voice, and deal with things that need explaining. Skipping chapters will lead to confusion, yet both authors kept the pace up well. What I really liked about razors is that I read so much, and yet here was a new way to express things. No cliches. Check out helium for more book reviews. Or better world books. A good writer can pick up tips from the complaints of whiners.
I try to focus on the awkward sentence. Things like: what I like about that was, so, well, um, hence because, he got. Rewrite a sentence to never have what I like about that was, was- or anything similar. Smooth it out.
The book has been a good excuse to not write. A bookworm has to read after all. But rather than that I am lazy. What I like is, is writing a lot. There, see how that sucked? What I like is to write a lot. It makes me feel good to almost finish a book. Selling one has a been a big help, I am almost done with a second book, and now starting re-edit.
Of course, I have another plot I am working on in my head. Yeah, that looks good wandering around in a fog planning plots. Gotta love that hazy existence, that, uh, if he went there, did that...wait what was I talking about? Oh yeah. No focus. Gotta work on, something.
And do I need to write a new book? No. but I can’t stop thinking about death, and what he would do, and his office, and searching for a plot. I got the girlfriend, the best friend, subplots that explain their motivations, I think, just no plot.
I should mark my crappy progress on a calendar so I could see just how much I should be writing if I wasn’t distracted by tv. Oh wait, south park, new episode....

after dithering for days, I have finally come up with a possbile book cover. after checking out the sites, and seeing how sexy a simple cover can be, i was thinking of going with a woman, half naked, back to camera, ( is camera right word?) handing her top to the guy. you gotta picture the guy. women can't fantazie about the man if they don't have a pciture, at least somewhere, in their minds or book covers. whereas the woman, with no face, is easier for the reader to picture themselves there.
so, i'm thinking, i can't think of a thing to write for helium, and than i notice someone jerking the wheel of a truck excessivly when an ambulance goes by, lights and sirens. now, i'm thinking what an idiot, what i would have done differntly, (yes, screaming and swearing were invovled) and run that through a spell checker, i have an helium article. surprisingly, even quiet people could probably think of a complaint they want to share with others.
oh, started writing a really good scene last night, than got to tired to finish, and now i'm worried. what if it isn't as good as i remembered? i don't care. i like writing, i like thinking of myself as a writer (everything else is a second job, even when it pays the bills and eats up all the time) and i will lie to myself if i have to, and think i can always fix it in re edit.
that said, do i like my work? i have no confidence. that's it. doesn't matter how good, bad, writing is, you have to have confidnce to likeyour work, or you just worry. for instance, i don't like most of the plots. they start out okay, with a good scene, then bog in themiddle, maybe an ending i like, then i tack on here and there. i will work on it. finding my problems will help me fix them. and i can fix it in re edit. he he.

don't be surprised if a new bar jumps, saying that i have halfway finished a novel. no, it wasn't written all in one night. Like so many other things, i started, stopped, went back to it. i found a few scenes hard to write, for whatever reasons, and usually knowing something big is coming up chases me off a book.
a quick trick to avoid that is to write the scene. badly. who cares? then write it again. true, you waste time, but so does not writing. now that you have written crap, go back over it and see if anything is good. there's a good starting point to rewriting the scene the way it should be.
if you're like me, almos the entire book is re written. no biggee, it's better than not writing. and has led to publication. yes, i am still agog gog over it. so much that i am using words like agog gog. or was it ga ga? thank you dr. suess. i blame my blather speak on your books in my childhood.
i had this great idea for joke, about how humans are inbred. earth is the backwater mountain terrain of the universe. our spaceships would be on blocks, if we had any. my friends we're laughing, and for some reason, it stuck with me. now, i'm thinking what if the ailens wanted to help the human race? becuase if you're christian, there was adam and eve, to noah and his three sons. which is a very small start for a human race. of course, if you believe in evoultion, many scientist (i know. i'm quoting them and i can't even spell the word scienctist) say that humanity was started from a very small gene pool. about the size of mosquito drool.
so what if we are inbred, dumb hicks? would aliens look at us and shake their head thing and sigh? we would help an inferior race, but than we're stupid. we would give technogoly to others, but has that ever worked well here on earth? and do we learn, or keep doing it? maybe, the aliens could cure one person. how would that be if you were suddenly way more emtionally mature than any other human on earth?
i know, stupid questions from a stupid mind, and bad typist. speller. whatever. but i have, sadly, nothing else better in my brain than to wonder pointless ideas that might become books.

Publication!

ouch! the count meter atthe bottom must be broke. hah! but this might help~
PUBLICATION!
yes, it is just an e-book, but it's still being published, i can now call myself a published author.
whispers has decided to offer me a contract.
first, they sent an email with the contract and other papers. my sister was nice enough to print them out.
than, I sign and send back, snail mail. along with a form requesting name and address and ssn for payment, and such. there's two forms that can be sent email, one describes the book cover, and the other is ad copy. like a quick line to sell the book, or a brief description that people will read to decide if they want to buy it. after putting around for a few hours, i think i came up with an okay one. so far, nothing better has struck me, so i'll go with what i got, instead of postponing endlessly.
still, i was so happy, i wanted to run out and eat steak and lobster, celebrate. i am still happy, almost a week later.
this so far has been surprisingly easy, but than i haven't started with an editor yet. god knows, my grammer is in the toilet. instinct only carries you so far. being a native amercian speaker, i do not remember what a gerund is, or the exact rules for comma use. whispers sent me a style sheet explaining that. i think it was a hint, and i needed it.
i discovered a new author, steve pizick. he's pretty good. and so great, the bookstore had the book i was looking for by the guy. totally awesome when you walk into a bookstore and find just the book you were looking for. oh, and greg iles is another one i just started. mortal fear was pretty good, and i just started another one. big, thick books.
who~hooo! getting published.

ouch! moved again. Thank God I don't own any heavy furniture. and again, a long wait for the internet. cable got here when they could. not too bad of a wait though. climbing the walls gave me something to do. then picked plaster splinters out from under the nails. oh yeah, no tv or internet just so fun. lucky i was born in this century, where i can slacker off long time.
actually, new job is going okay. i have plenty time to think, which is good for a want to be writer. whispers is considering one of the books, forbidden passion. i wrote a few more chapters on the paramedic story. otherwise, i am just so lazzzzzy.
and sick. the flu is going around, and it's my second week at work. after paying off deposits and such, i might have money friday. of next year. sob. no taking off, but it just does not look good to get hired and take off. someday i hope i will be a writer, becasue even sick i can write. and it'
s easy to write snuggled under blankets with a dripping nose. gross.
oh, and that cough? the one that says hacking up a lung, rattle wet sounding grossness. mom had it, and i could not eat when she hacked, spit, etc. ugh. but enough whining. time to get back to work. once i'm done playing computer games endlessly. heh, just got the net back, right?