Thursday, October 12, 2006

Troll Bait and Blown Neurons

***To All My Friendly Readers: Because of someone I don't even know having decided to troll my site simply because I know someone else he doesn't like (what is he, 12?), I've had to enable Comment Moderation. I don't like it, and I know you don't like it, and I apologize for the inconvenience. Unfortunately, without the moderation in place, I'm afraid the unwanted, spam-like comments would pile up pretty fast. For now, it just is what it is. I'm sorry.

Now then -- I've got the fever. Writing fever. I've been kicking around a story line for over a year. Today, suddenly like a bolt out of the blue, I got hit with the urge to start writing it. Now. And you know what happens when you get an urge. You have to run with it, and I mean run with it, because you'll never have a moment's peace 'til you do.

I'm ready to just do it, and I could probably have gone at least the first two chapters today. But -- and here's the kicker. I can't find my notes!

Like I said, I've been plotting this out for over a year -- not only in my head, but with notes. It's never a good idea for me to consign anything solely to my head. Memory is too unreliable. My synapses get overloaded and they're apt to start misfiring. Some hot new tidbit comes along, and whatever was in the memory banks is out the window. So I made notes as I went along, in an actual notebook. Those notes are crucial. They contain geographical information, pieces of the plot, legal points that are going to bail out my characters and, most importantly, my characters' names. I have no memory whatsoever of what their names are supposed to be!

I'm sure I stashed that notebook somewhere where I'd be able to readily put my hands on it, somewhere I wouldn't forget. And now I can't find it. I have eight more rooms full of closets and drawers to search. I know it's here. Somewhere. And I'm not going to bed tonight until I find it. This is putting a serious crimp in my fever to knock out those first few pages today. I guess I'll just have to think about that tomorrow.

Roxan and her eagle eye spotted these Words Gone Wild today.

i ear good - And i nose it.

Romantict - An Italian with a twitch.

Thay arn't funny - But them are slightly amusing.

Movy camera - Or I'll movy it outta da way for you.

Crualty - Being forced to read the places these characters come from.

Aschiroca - That's got to be some undiscovered country, don't you think?

Pyramidia - A new and really nasty STD.

AUTHENTIC COIMCIDENCE - Comes with certificate of authenticity. REALLY!

Inerposed - I ne'r posed for that magazine!

Potnetial - What was in the pot.

Lighining - A gathering of inveterate liars.

Inocent - In for a penny, in for a dollar.

Alow - A really blue state of mind.

Partyicular - Description of the car sent around to collect party-goers.

Interesting Coverstation - Awnings for work cubicles.

Suicided - When you've killeded or murderized yourself.


Anonymous said...

Plot tease. I thought you were going to give us some of the story =(

Serena Joy said...

Maybe after I get further along with the story. I didn't find that notebook tonight. I got just a trifle overwhelmed with ... other stuff. :(

Anonymous said...

No sleep for you then I guess. Keep looking =P

Serena Joy said...

Nah, screw it, I'm sleeping. There's always tomorrow. So saith the Queen of Procrastination.:)

RexZeitgiest said...

I don't know who that is Serena....Obivously they must have came from my entourage of freaks and stalkers.....I am sorry about that.....

Serena Joy said...

Don't worry about it, Rex. I've gotten pretty good at freak control. Some people just have too much time on their hands, I guess.

RexZeitgiest said...
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RexZeitgiest said...

No, that JUST FOR YOU, was just for you Serena....ahahaahhah...we have to work on our hand signals.... Please delete that one if you can, it will only be like blood in the water for this guy...

Serena Joy said...

Now I'm confused (it doesn't take much). Which item do you want me to delete?