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.