Hurr... Debating if I should or should not do it. If I do then like... I'll probably kill myself. If I don't then like... I'll have an awesome idea halfway through the thing and then kill myself. So yah... -thinks- I got 2 days right?

Originally published at Stephanie Campisi . Please leave any comments there. I’m supposed to be writing a respectable young adult novel about a gambling syndicate at the moment. But instead I have something called ‘Red Eyes and Blue Lips: A Zombie Love Story’ on my screen.

...” he smirked as he looked up in regards to her statement. A slight blush touched her cheeks as her own brain easily followed in the direction her words had sent his equally dirty mind in, “And you’re writing.” she added wryly, still hovering in his doorway. “Actually proofreading.” he smiled back up at her. “You get a lot of your best ideas in the shower?” she asked, finally stepping inside and...

...at Crestfallen . You can comment here or there . Yes, I had to continue singing that song . But that’s not what this is about. This is it. In two days, I will be taking on the biggest writing challenge so far in my life. It’s so big that when I’m finished, I might have a head close to exploding. It’s so big that it will be declared a planet once it’s over. It’s so big that…screw the...

Originally published at Crestfallen . You can comment here or there . There was this couple who bought a house with a bit of a mouse problem. To avoid embarrassment, they held off on doing any major...off the counter onto the man, squeaks and laughs, runs off his wrench, and out the open door. The couple has a broken table and an unfinished job, but their mouse problem is officially gone.

So. Whether by accident or remarkable foresight, it seems as if this journal will perhaps take up the role it was initially intended to fulfill. That is, a place to post my writing. I'm planning on participating this year in National Novel Writing Month, or NaNoWriMo as those in the in-crowd call it, which is going to require that I write about 2,000 words a day throughout the month of November...

Marillion and the Anglo-Saxons need to let go of my brain already . I can't wait for December and November hasn't even started yet. 26hours to go. I already know how things are gonna start... it's not...an unrelated note, is it cheating that a majority of my GoodReads account consists of every Star Wars/Star Trek I can remember reading as a wee girl of twelve, and picture books from when I was six

Didn't get nearly as much writing done as I wanted, but a lot of planning things out and editing took place. Accomplishments: Finished "Walker's Bridge". Finally. I started that story well over a year ago. Also, not too many books read this month, but all of them were fabulous: Neal Stephenson's Anathem, Lauren Slater's nonfiction book about psychological experiments Opening Skinner's Box, and...

It's hot today. Blisteringly hot. Global warming hot. Skin cancer hot. The interior of my house is blissfully cool. Whatever insulation issues it has that make it cold in winter also manage to trap the chill inside on days like this. I'm eating-gluten-and-lactose-free chocolate cake, which tastes a whole lot better than it sounds, and working on a short story entitled 'Beautiful'.

I'm having one of those moments where I suddenly HATE everything I've ever written EVER. I hate writer angst. I have a finished fic I need to post and I hate it and want to throw it all out and start...be around as the head of their division and everyone wishes they could sleep with her but she's too cool for them all. But it all gets worked out in the end by more sex. Or ya know... whatever. *cough