Argh

Ok, yes, I failed to make any coherent blog posts last week. I actually failed to make any posts at all. My bad.

The first reason is because of course I was obsessing about Torchwood. And since the American side of the pond (those who didn't want to watch it on Youtube or other sources ahead of the July 20th release date) haven't seen it yet, I think I'll hold off on my opinions there. That particular rant may actually grow into some kind of blog post about what goes into constructing a series (be it TV, movie, or book), 'cause I do have some thoughts in that area. Yes I know, frightening.

The second reason, and the reason I won't be posting much for the next few days, is that my computer got nailed with a huge virus/trojan attack last night. I managed to clear all but one thing off, and then the little bugger disabled all my anti-virus stuff. So, my baby is with the professionals for the next three or four days, and I'm posting from hubby's comp. Bless hubby. He's a good man.

Tomorrow, or maybe later tonight, I plan on doing a post about two books I've read recently that surprised me.

As for writing, I'm slowly plugging away at Son of DD. I'm not getting near the word counts I'd like to, but anything greater than zero is good right now. Still waiting on revision notes on DD.

Also spent the 4th holiday fielding quetions about publishing from people who don't know a lot about it. Now, I do realize that everyone has to start somewhere, but some of the questions frustrated me. Especially when, as I'm trying to give informative and factual answers, I can see the people's eyes glaze over. If I really believed they were interested in putting in the hard work it takes to write and get published, I wouldn't be so cranky. But they're looking for the instant-bestseller, multi-million dollar overnight kinda thing. Which just isn't real. Mostly, I warned them away from PA and that was about all I could do.

I really need to get back on this blogging train. I mean, Facebook and Twitter are fun for random little comments, but I really should try to contribute something more in-depth to society. Or something.

Rainy Monday

I hate days when the sun doesn't even come out. It makes it impossible for me to know what time it is. (damn circadian rhythms)

I have added a followers widget over on the left. Go on, I'll wait while you look. You will notice, I have no followers. This is not surprising, since virtually no one knows who I am. Yet. But I want to be able to look back on this post some day (preferably after my followers widget has blown up due to too many people) and say "Ha! Remember when it was empty?" And if anyone who reads this (someone DOES read this, right? 'cause otherwise, I'm just talking to myself) wants, you can be the FIRST one to follow me! C'mon, you know you want to.

Reading other author blogs is starting to make me depressed. I can't even begin to explain how envious I am of people who are able to get 3,000+ words in on a project in a day. Granted, I have the Real Job(tm), and the kiddo, and the hubby (who is like another child), so it's understandable that my writing time is more limited. But still... I'm soooo jealous. I want to be able to just spend my days writing to my heart's content instead of having to juggle it with everything else under the (now-hiding) sun.

Got another 1,300 words in on Project 3 today. Tomorrow's job will be the big climax scene. That should finish out this chapter, then the next chapter is all denoument. It's a bit strange to realize I'm finally typing out this scene that I've had in my head all these months, never knowing quite how I would GET to it. You'd think, after finishing other novel-length works, that I'd be more used to it by now.

Small Update

Thanks again to the Intrepid Auggy and Gallant Little Brother (who both suggested the same solution), we have hubby's computer functional and now locked down tight against nasty diseases and such.

Rawr.

Make up your own title

I'm so...ugh, just...everything today.

Hubby's comp has some malware on it. No biggie, the same thing hit my comp last week, I clean it off just fine. But his computer is in such bad shape that half the time when we boot it up, it hangs, and even when it doesn't hang, I can't get it to even download the malware remover (and of course, trying to download it on another site won't work because said malware auto-redirects any searches or web-addies typed in). It also won't let us connect to update the removers he DOES have.

There's nothing quite so frustrating as knowing HOW to fix the problem and still being unable to.

Hubby says just wipe the drive and start over, and I'm at the point where I just want to do that.

Because I've been up since 4 a.m. this morning brooding about the stupid computer (because brooding is what I do), there was no writing done today. Therefore, to meet my 60K goal by the end of Friday, I have to write 1,000 words a day for the next four days. I don't see it happening, not with the mood I'm in.

We also have friends with a seriously ill newborn, and part of my mind is with them at all times. It's just a bad week to try and be creative. It's hard to believe in worlds of pure imagination when real life keeps jumping up and giving you the old right hook to the jaw.