Saturday, November 30, 2013

134th ROW80 Check-In

A Round of Words in 80 Days
Round 4 2013

The writing challenge that
 knows you have a life
My goals are all time investment and are detailed on the  ROW80 page   I keep track of the time invested with a Google Doc spreadsheet linked on the goals page and also in each check-in along with a screenshot of the most recent days.

These check-in posts will contain any commentary I have about encounters with the goals since the previous check-in and any relevant links.

Below the commentary is my current reading list for the READ CRAFT goal.

In Round 1 this year I finished the edit for Blow Me A Candy Kiss, the short story I'm planning to use as the experiment in self publishing.  This was on my original Goals when I first joined ROW80 in April 2012.  It is now ready for beta readers.   Anyone interested can say so in a comment or email me at the email in the sidebar.  A link to an earlier draft can be found in the ROW80 Goals page linked under the spreadsheet below.  I've had one beta reader so far but would really appreciate at least one more before I take the plunge with it.

Note: I broke this up into themed sections to make updating easier.  For Round 4 I've stripped Current of all previous entries, rewrote Fiction Files to reflect current goals, added AWAI Copywriting, and pruned the kudzu out of Lifequake, Self-Manage and Workstation sections.  


Current Check-In --
Fiction Files -- newly adjusted goals for 10-09-13
Other Writing -- working the course involves reading, writing and research as well as videos, web seminars, and teleconference recordings
Read Craft -- several recently finished books
The Lifequake -- Life decided to give me free lessons on the art of flexibility in January of this year.
Self Management -- applying flexibility, persistance, habit rehabilitation as I learn that caring for myself is the foundation for all else.
Evolution of the Workstations -- have made no major changes since early September so I think it's working



NOTE: I added two columns to the spreadsheet at the end of October.  READ FICTION and BKRV WORDCOUNT and the WRIMO WORDCOUNT is in play again after a very long hiatus

CURRENT CHECK-IN

Speech Recognition? My Furry Ass!
Friday Forays in Fiction:
Friction 'tween Artist and Machine

Beverage Spew Alert
November 30  --  Got my words in the NaNo verifier just under the wire.  8000 words X 3 days.  It's never pretty but it is doable.  At a steady 30 words per minute you can get there in 4.5 hours but I tended to spend 6-8 and maybe as much as ten on Thursday.

One of the tricks I use for hard pushes like this is to never stop typing in order to think.  Rather let the thoughts out through my fingers, keeping my eyes closed or the font so tiny I can't read it.  When I'm stuck on a word I'll keep typing the word association web I see in my head--all possible words and the words that associate to them by meaning or sound.

I'll write in big chunks of monologue, description, dialog, or action without worrying about when in the story they belong, let alone about weaving them seamlessly together.  I ask myself questions, typing them as I contemplate: How would _____'s [interest in, tendency to, knowledge of, friendship/enemyship with, presence in, talent at,] _____ affect his decision to _____ and how would that affect his and other's choices going forward.  Sometimes by the time I get the question typed I'll have a possible answer or two or three and type the all out without trying to choose one.

For this sci/fant novel I did not limit myself to the the single novel but ranged over the whole trilogy and a possible second trilogy.  I let my imagination roam through their possible history--what really happened and how it is passed down in this oral culture.  I contemplate what kind of stories they tell--adult to adult, adult to child--legends, myth, history, adventure, spooky, origin.

Of course I couldn't have done this 24K in 3 days push if not for the hours and hours of storyworld dreaming I've done over the last two months.

Now if only I don't let the mess scare me off like I've done most years.  But I do have more tools this time.  I have the Marshall Plan software and the AEON Timeline and Smart Draw and Xmind to organize the material.  The first to help me structure the story and the rest to give me visual props that resonate more with the way I think.

The experiment in using the Speech Recognition ap was interesting but did not contribute much to the result.  I learned it will take some time to teach it how to recognize my speech patterns.  Meanwhile I had a bit of a hoot with it.  That was the theme of Friday Forays in Fiction: Friction 'tween Artist and Machine and the impetus behind the LOLcat for that post which heads this check-in.  Believe me, you won't want to be eating or drinking while reading it as the risk of something spewing through mouth or nose or aspirated into windpipe and lungs is high.

November 27  --  Things smoothed out since Sunday.  A couple of long sleeps, getting back on correct med schedule, talk with counselor and med nurse, significant NaNo progress and work with AWAI, new numbers on the scale and measuring tape going in the right direction, decluttering of work space and dressing space, a few pleasant vid chats with Ed, a few creative efforts in the kitchen have all added up to a sense of regaining the lost ground in endeavors and self-esteem.

It also helped to have discovered several thousand uncounted words scattered among my NaNo notes and drafts.  With the words distributed among two paper notebooks and two e-aps (my WhizFolders Delux note and draft ap and my review copy of The Marshal Plan software) and my new smartphone, it is easy to see how a significant number of words got missed.  The highest number was in the handwritten stuff which I had estimated without counting.  Those new words bring me close to the halfway mark.

OK I can hear your chuckle.  Halfway with four days to go?  Well I've done it before.  The skids are greased with all of the writing I've done in the last six weeks between book reviews, emails, NaNo and daily posting.  My typing is speedy, my inner editor is soporific, my mind is ablaze with ideas, words, scenes.  The storyworld dreaming has been intense with much material right there on the tip of the neurons waiting for the signal to leap.  I've already got half of today's 6.5K and assuming I can get today's blog tour book review posted before lunch I should be able to get the second half easy-peasy.

Yes it will be messy, meandering and mediocre but I'm learning to be OK with that and am eagerly anticipating the editing and rewrites of this and the previous 10+ Wrimo WIP.  Besides all of the parking, unpacking, sorting, organizing, and rearranging of my physical stuff and environment in the last year has taught me that I not only enjoy it but have a gift for it so why wouldn't that also be true for the WIP messes.

I'm also ahead on on posts with tomorrows Thanksgiving post drafted and no need to worry about Saturday night's ROW80 check-in until after I've uploaded my 'manuscript' to the NaNo word count verifier and once the book review is up today I'm free of that pressure until next week for a picture book.  With no posts until Saturday night (or early Sunday) and no new book to start or review to write before early next week I'm free to put all of my writing and story mojo into The Wailing Womb for 3.5 days.




gitz um 4 dey steelz ur fayc

oar bytz ur noz

November 24  --  This has been a rough week.  The balls I've been juggling began to fall and explode on impact like bubbles.

Over commitment->Sleep dep->scattered mind->bad fall->no focus->late Rx refill->twisted, tumbling mood->misunderstandings->blame-gaming->stare at bubble screen saver having a pity party of one.

In the wee hours of Saturday morning I grabbed the mouse, sending the bubbles away and, I supposed, the pity party.  But I think it trailed after me for the commentary I still needed to add to the silly LOLcat already heading Friday's post turned silly as well.  But not fun, mood-lightening silly like the kitteh fretting over which bubble to swipe at first.  Rather silly as in ridiculously maudlin and morose.  The pity party had crashed the kitty party.

Saturday was given over to a 12 hour sleep that seemed to be of little help other than making the time disappear.  I woke feeling worse and it took me six hours to stop feeling like going back to bed.   Got little of substance done. And none of it was this post slated to go up at bedtime or at worst first thing in the morning.  And here it is past my bedtime on Sunday and neither this or Sunday Serenity is up yet.  I think SS will have to wait til morning.  Even tho I've got both a book review to post before lunch and clinic appointment after.

At least I have finished the book ahead of time this time.  That was one of the few things of substance I accomplished this weekend. It was like I watched all the balls fall and bubbles pop and decided to let them lie there while I fiddled and fussed with this and that or gazed and goggled at every shiny thing that caught my eye--like the bubbles on my screen saver.

Will I ever get this figures out?


November 20  --  Yet again I'm posting this a day late.  24 hours ago I was on track to have both this check-in and today's book review done before lunch.  The former posted and the latter scheduled to go live at dawn.  I had finished the book and had a fairly good idea what I wanted to say.

But I got sidetracked.

It started with thinking it a good idea to go ahead and get next week's two review books set up on the Blaze smartphone so they would be at my fingertips for those odd moments of time.  If I'd left it at that I'd have been OK but the feeling of extra time allowed me to justify returning to one of the review books for reviews I'd posted without having finished the book.  I lost half an hour to it.  Not too bad still.  But then a notification from my phone reminded me of one of the yet unsolved issues I'm having with it.  Won't go into that here.  Lost another hour to fiddling with that.

Next it was a search tab open with an unfinished search I'd been doing and the several tabs I'd opened from it.  I needed to start the day's work with a fresh browser and before I could close it I had to bookmark all those tabs including the search itself.  As I checked the rest of the tabs to make sure nothing else might be lost by shutting it down I found a couple of emails I needed to read and one needed a reply as well....

And so the morning went.  By lunch time all I'd managed to do for either of the posts was to get their unique set of tabs open in separate windows.  In the last hour I'd been interrupted by outside forces several times--Mom, the cats, nature... I was just getting my head into the ROW80 project when Mom started ringing her bell in the living room.  Turned out I was an hour late getting started on lunch prep and she was famished.

So I rushed* around preparing her lunch piecemeal.  Instead of fixing both our lunches and preparing both trays to be served at same time I focused on her sandwich first and served it on a paper plate, returned to kitchen to get her lunchtime pills and brought them to her and was returning to get her Cheez Its when I stubbed my toes on a box of books and launched myself into the dining room where I played pinball with the bookshelves on the right and the dining room table and chairs on the left.  I landed amid a shower of items off the shelves--pens, pencils, scissors, tweezers etc and the mug holding them, loose paper, photos and cards, a vintage lamp, knickknacks, and a large plastic piggy bank full of coins.

Yeah it was so sidesplitting funny the piggy, landing right beside my head, split open from ribs to hips spilling its guts across the kitchen floor.

There are more than a dozen points of impact on my limbs and torso.  The three worst are:

  • the right big toe which is severely bruised and sprained if not also broken and with a nail that came a whisker's width of getting ripped off
  • the left knee bruised and abraded.
  • a whiplashed neck

This happened at 3 and the entire rest of the day and evening was devoted to its aftermath.  It took me a half hour to get on my feet again, another to finish fixing my own lunch, another to eat it.  By this time the drowse effect of the Ibuprophin had set in.  As I took the last bites my sister returned home and saw the mess I'd left on the dining room floor.  I'd only managed to sweep the coins and pens, and pencils out of the kitchen.  To do more I'd have had to get back down on my knees, one of which was bruised and abraded, and feared I'd not be able to get back up.

We needed to talk about it, looking at my visible bruises and discussing how to prevent this from happening again.  Another half hour gone.

A few minutes later I heard the sounds of dinner prep begin.  I headed for the hot shower I knew needed to be a higher priority than nearly anything else.  By the time I got done my dinner was already only a whisper's worth of warm and my husband was messaging his readiness for vid chat.

What does all this have to do with ROW80?  Well for most of this month I've been observing my track-switching tendencies with an eye to figuring out how to minimize them and/or their negative effects.  That will directly impact everything to do with goals whether for writing or any other endeavor.  I've already had some insights but am not ready to spell them out yet.  Too amorphous.

* big mistake rushing when both attention and vision deficits are in play


wurdz! wurdz! buzzz n mai braynz
November 16  --  Very late posting this yet again.  Walked away from it last night intending to finish first thing after waking routines but got started on something else and something else and something else.  See Thursday's Post  So it is after 8pm as I begin typing this entry.

I'm struggling to get any wordcount at all for NaNo and am so far behind I'm starting to panic.  But the wordcount I generated for Friday's book review was at a level that reminds me it is still doable.  The word count I put in the goals sheet for that review is around triple the words that are actually in the posted review but two or three times I'd deleted huge swathes of text--2 to 3 screens full each time which I'm sure was in the neighborhood of 1K.  So it wouldn't be stretching too much to say the unexcised draft would have surpassed 4K.

When I'm really into a piece it's more likely for my hyperfocus to kick in and keep me riveted to the page.  Though it seems to help when there is a deadline too.  And when I woke Friday I'd still not finished the book and then didn't start working on the review until 11am.  I'm embarrassed when my tour reviews don't go up before noon.  But this one was even worse.  I didn't publish until 2 minutes after midnight.  But for most of that 13 hours I was planted in front of the keyboard and for once my focus resisted the track-switching predilection.

With the way I've been dreaming the storyworld as I do physical tasks--prepping food, decluttering, crocheting, showering, dressing, exercise, and while falling asleep or sitting quietly in a waiting room or car--I feel the words for my story percolating and building up pressure.  They're ready to burst free.  I just need to give them attention equivalent to what those tour reviews get. But there won't be many days where I can give them a 12 hour slot so I need to find another way.  The next one is Tuesday and I've not started the book.

Note all the Ys for READ FICTION.  This also is due to the tour reviews.  8 total for November and another 8 spread across September and October.  I can feel a shift happening from this.  It feels like reading fiction is more powerful than reading on craft.  The LOLcat to the left of this entry was made to reflect that feeling.

Another thing to point out on the spreadsheet is that I finally got a Y for AWAI and FICTION FILES on the same day.  I can thank my Blaze smartphone for that.  As I continue to learn my way around and get it set up with the aps and files I intend to make use of on it, it becomes more and more useful.  This past week one of my focuses has been to load all the ARCs.  I'd made sure I had the readers last weekend.  And today I finally got the AWAI copywriting installment 1 loaded and as I set preferences and looked for where I'd left off I actually reread from the beginning and beyond where I'd left off.

So I've been reading a lot more.  I can fit it into the interstices of time like waiting on downloads, waiting for text message replies, waiting on the microwave, waiting for Mom to traverse the hall so I can get to or from the kitchen, in the car, waiting rooms, bed and any other place where I find myself sitting or standing with nothing but monkey brain chatter to occupy me.  Of course that's where a lot of the storydreaming time has been coming from too.


Google Doodle wishing me Happy Birthday
on November 13th


Morning Cuppa
November 13  --  I didn't realize I'd missed Sunday's check-in until I started prepping this one.  That's a measure of how messed up things are.

After my grand insight early last week see November 6 check-in below this one) I got right back on the early bird schedule and maintained if for... Wait for it now...  Drum roll...

2 days.

Cymbal clash.  Horn groans.  Heckles

Many of my daily posts are not going up before I have to go to bed. Which is what happened to this one which will be going up shortly after six on Thursday.  And I'll still have Thursday's post to prep before I go to bed--supposedly no later than 10. Posts that do go live on their intended day are the committed to blog tour reviews and the last four have gone up in the late afternoon.

I've only got NaNo words 2 days in the last week.  Nowhere near quota either.  Am so behind I'm loosing hope.

Tomorrow is another blog tour review and I've just started the book while eating lunch today.

So what have I been doing with my time?  Organizing.  Clothes, books, papers, room, HABA, purses, files--tree and e and...

My new smartphone.  My first cell phone ever.  My birthday present from Ed who added me to his plan and will carry the payments.  It has more computing power and more memory than my first ever computer--the Tandy 1000 Ex in 1987.  But even so it has limitations compared to the two most recent computers--the Acer Windows 7 Netbook with nearly 300G that was nearly maxed after 2.5 years of being subjected to my hoarding instinct and the Acer Aspire Windows 8 with over 900G and more than 200 in use after 2.5 months.  After one week with the Galaxy Blaze I have 150M left of the 1.9G on board but still have all the 3.9G on a SD card which came with the phone but didn't get inserted until late on the 13th.  Now I need to figure out what applications I want to uninstall and which files I want to transfer to the SD card.

The picture gracing this check-in entry is the first  photo I took with my Blaze smartphone. The pic of the kitten behind my breakfast tray is an old calender I propped up there to hide the clutter on the desk.  The full story was in Saturday's post where I usually put up the Sunday check-in.  But it was so late I decided to do a quick and easy post and put up ROW80 early Sunday Morning. And then the Sunday Serenity post which is currently a series featuring items on my Bucket List.  But Sunday was another day marked by track switching.

So my 56th Birthday was today, Wednesday. (Yesterday as I type this tho) It was full of extras.  Extra events, extra interruptions, extra track switching.  I had a counselor appointment at 11:30 so the whole morning was invested in preparing for it.  Lost morning computer session.  Then arriving a minute or two ahead of time I stood in line for 7-10 minutes to get checked in only to have the counselor once notified of my presence say there was not enough time to do it justice so reschedule.  So I had to wait an hour for my sister to return to get me.

On the way home we were approaching the city center circle on which the post office and library face each other across the round R. A. Long park and from which the streets of Longview radiate out like spokes of a wagon wheel, and I spontaneously asked if I could be dropped off for a couple hours.  But she reminded me about Mom's lunch and said she wanted to take me out for coffee for my birthday and how about if after that we picked up lunch and took it home so Mom could eat and she could drop me off at the library on her way out of town to run errands in Vancouver.  Errands about which she was vague.

That would mean a three hour stay at the library pretty much getting us back home in time to start dinner.  I realized this meant I would not have ROW80 up before dinner or the following vid chat with Ed which is supposed to close out both of our days.  But I was all dressed up for that appointment that never was and found myself reluctant to just go home and change out of it without having had a real outing of some kind.  And it had been nearly four months since my last visit and it is hard to get it on my sister's schedule. So of course I went.  And between those three hours wandering the library of my childhood and browsing the stacks collecting books and the birthday dinner my sister prepared that evening with the song accompanying the serving of the Pumpkin Pie Cheese Cake, it finally felt like my birthday.

Her Vancouver errand was to Costgo after ingredients she needed for the fancy nacho dinner and the cheesecake topped with marzipan.  Both of which I'd requested.  Except the marzipan.  I'd never had it before.  Like eating maraschino cherry flavored icing.   Dinner was served just as Ed initiated chat.

So I started this post after 9 Wednesday night but had to walk away from it at 1am and it is now after 10 Thursday and this still isn't up.  I started work on it several times and got interrupted which each time triggered a new attention track switching lasting minutes or hours.

See tomorrow's post where I'm going to give a partial play-by-play of Thursday's track switching to give an idea of what I'm up against most days.  I just cut it out of this post after realizing that it was about Thursday and written on Thursday so it had Thursday Post written all over it.  Just need to find it an illustrative image which might wait til morning.


November 6  --  I had a major breakthrough/insight Monday.  The conclusion was that I must stop fudging on my meds and sleep schedules.  No matter how much I still need to do when the time comes.  If you are new here you might need the context from Self-Manage below.

I was planning on sharing that insight and the mental acrobatics I did to reach it in a well edited piece based on a freewrite/journal musing.  But I'm running out of time.  So I'm going to do something I hate to do but have done here a few times.  I'm going to paste the minimally edited excerpt here.  I've already shared it with three people anyway--husband, sister and friend.  It's the only way I have a hope of getting this posted before I go to bed.

This was spurred by a second missed 6am vid chat with Ed in a week or so and a blog tour book review that was going to go up well past noon for at least the fourth time in a month:

I've been very frustrated with how often this is happening--both the late reviews and the missed vid chats--which of course raises my anxiety and makes it harder to stay on track.  So I recently returned to the advice from The Power of Habit by Charles Duhigg which I read over a year ago and began observing my behaviors and their fall out.
6-8 weeks ago I began fudging on my sleep schedule, pushing towards and past midnight two or more times per week to try to stay on on schedule with the reading and writing commitments and there has been a ripple effect I'm just starting to trace.  At first I would sleep the full 7.5-8 hours anyway, exchanging the early AM hours for the late evening hours.  But then Ed and I added the 6:15am vid chat and I set a timer for 6 no matter what time I lay down.  So I started racking up sleep dep again with all its bugaboos.  I'd realized all of that weeks ago and have been struggling to get back on that hard won early bird schedule and only getting more frustrated.  Then just in the last week I noticed two things related to my meds which has taught me that my sleep schedule is dependent on the med schedule which I kinda understood already. The two things I noticed helped me understand why I'd been fudging my med schedule and why it doesn't pay off.  First the bedtime Trazadone will be strong in my system for 8-10 hours but once I take it I have 30-50 minutes before my brain and eyes start going offline.  Pushing it later to get a project finished makes those early bird to night owl hours exchanges a far from equal exchange as the quality of the morning hours are diminished by the level of Traz in my system with the use of my eyes and brain comparable to dial-up with Windows 3.0 rather than High Speed Broadband with 64bit Windows 8.  Second Welbutrin was added to my day meds in September and the starting dose was recently doubled and I soon discovered there was a significant effect on my vision for 3-4 hours starting with the 2nd hour--blurred and doubled and sometimes weird color effects like looking through a kaleidoscope.  I don't remember that from the previous times on W.  Wonder if it's the generic brand? Am hoping it will settle out over time.  So of course I started messing with the timing, pushing to after lunch towards mid afternoon which affected my readiness for sleep.  Between the Traz, and Welbutrin my windows of opportunity for visual and brain work are severely constricted.  Oh how I miss my 24-36 hour days med free.  This is almost counter intuitive but I'm thinking of reversing the direction towards the early morning when i first wake instead of waiting for breakfast.  it would only work if i also get my bedtime back to 9:30pm and traz to 9.  Would also have to give up goal to have that large six hour block for brain work.  switch some of the afternoon activities to early morning and some of the brain work to after lunch which I'm already doing which pushes exercise off and hygiene to after dinner or bedtime or altogether off so by giving them the early morning right after vid chat they might start to stick and start my days with a whole new spirit.



November 2  --  I'm exhausted.  Past my bedtime by hours and that's even accounting for the fall back of the clocks tonight.  There isn't enough hours in the day to get everything done and I keep stealing hours from tomorrow by staying up late even though I know the law of diminishing returns is not a fiction.

I'm fading fast and my eyes are staging a rebellion.  So if I want to get this up before I go to bed so it is off my plate for tomorrow, I need to be snappy.

So I'm going to direct you to my last two posts for edification and entertainment as they are both about writing and refer to some of the same goals I talk about here:

  • NaNo Kick Off. I'm Going to Miss It. :( For the first time since I joined I missed the midnight kick-off on the 1st.  My streak lasted from 2005 to 2012.  And I also forgot to tally up words and enter word count on my NaNo profile.
  • Friday Forays in Fiction: NaNo Tip #1 (A Quote) Tip is in the quote from John Irving placed on the LOLcat also to the left here.  The funny is in kitteh's take on it.  I also went into a long muse on the effects of going back and forth between my NaNo Novel and organizing this room as I found the success in one foster success in the other.  Or as I put it latter on fb and twitter: story world building and room organizing are in a relationship--on stimulating the other  

Now I really need to skedaddle as I've already nodded off several times as I typed these paragraphs.

moar kittteh kapshuns
October 28  --  Clinging to the staus quo.  Barely.  I don't know how I'm going to manage when NaNo is in the daily picture and there are two book tours per week.  I just devoted the last two days to the book tour going up tomorrow, determined to not have a replay of last week when my review didn't go live until nearly 5pm.  If every book needs two days devotion that means four days of every week between now and Thanksgiving is commandeered by book tour reviews.

When I signed up for them I seriously believed I'd have all but a couple of the books read and even all the reviews ready to go but for the part I write myself and thus imagined that it would free me up from having to worry about posting for two days a week during NaNo.

Cue the maniacal laughter here.

Today while reading the ebook for tomorrow's review I was having such severe issues with eyestrain I had to crank zoom up toe 200%.  I've never had to do that before.  I suspect it is the doubling of my Welbutrin dose last week that is contributing to this--in conjunction with needing an updated prescription for my glasses.  But the fact that I'm only needing 125% for working this post now several hours after the worst of the blurring in the afternoon indicates the Welbutrin is playing the bigger role.

So now I can read easier.  Just in time to go to bed.  Am trying to get back on the pure early bird schedule which means I'm supposed to be in bed already.  sigh.  I fudged it too often in the last month and started accumulating sleep deprivation again.  Was really messing with every other aspect of my life.

I just reread Saturday's comments below and realized I forgot to mention the incredible session I had with my NaNo Novel prep on Friday.  I had my counselor session at 2pm but my sister had forgot and scheduled her own orthodontist appointment in Portland 45 miles away.  So she had to drop me off at the clinic at 12:30 and then after my appoint I had to wait until nearly 4 for her return so  I took a big bag of stuff to do--including my Aspire but I'd also taken paper notebooks and pens and pencils .  I started with them.

I had one special notebook cover set up especially for handwritten notes and drafts for my NaNo Novel with three different tablets, Postit Pads and both a fine line ink pen and a clicker lead pencil. Every thing but the decorative cover was new, bought at the Dollar Tree back-to-school, art and office supply sections.  The cover was brown embossed to look like leather.  It is loaded with nostalgia for me as it was my Mother's ToDo list notebook when I was a child.

The whole thing gave me that first-day-of-school feeling.  I started jotting down thoughts about my Wailing Womb story--things I remembered from the previous world building thirty years ago and new thoughts I'd recently had.  At one point I zeroed in on an upcoming scene.  Smack in the middle of it as I'd started to 'hear' a new character's voice and knew at least three things she would be saying during the scene.

I started writing, lost in my storyworld and now oblivious to my surroundings--conversations at the reception desk, the front door opening to let people in or out either way letting traffic and parking lot noise in, mothers soothing fussy babies, scolding rowdy preschoolers, restraining an angry toddler wanting to lay on the floor and kick a yellow 'wet floor' cone against the wall, men conversing with voices raised to be heard over that and other men and women talking into their cellphones.  This kind of cacophony is one of my major anxiety triggers and it was blowing past me like dry leaves on dry ground. White noise.

I had decided to set up this dedicated notebook for two reasons--the inevitable appointment and waiting in the car occasions, possible travel;  and because all of my work on the original worldbuiling for this trilogy had been done by hand close to a decade before my first word processor and I hoped that by working by hand again I might encourage more memory retrieval of my original plans.  That was obviously happening within half an hour of initiating.

But I had not expected to feel the old-shoe-comfort of it, the ease with which I slipped back into hand written notes and scene drafts, the way having the pencil in my hand, maybe tapping my cheek while I contemplated ramifications forward and back on the story timeline helped me think.  Even just thinking about it as I tell it now is bringing it all back along with memories of how all of my writing was begun before 1989 and my Tandy 1000 EX.  Even tho I got my first typewriter at age 13 I continued to begin everything on paper in pencil not typing anything until the rough draft was well along, returning to the paper and pencil for every new paragraph.

I'm definitely going to have to do some more of this.  Especially with the FOS story world which was also begun that way.


My NaNo Profile
October 22  --  I did not get my Friday post up until this evening.  Had to walk away at 1am with eyes refusing to cooperate.  Hoped to finish after vid chat with Ed ended at 6:30 but having had less than 5 hours of sleep I went back to bed.  And slept until noon!  Took several hours to get my brain in gear. And then there were a lot of interruptions and sidetracks.

One of those interruptions was my sister wanting to vac in here and having to get movable stuff off the floor by piling on my chair and mini-tramp.  Then while putting stuff back one of the sidetracks kicked in as I began prepping my desk area for the photos I wanted for this ROW80 post.  Got a lot done with it but didn't finish and didn't get the pics.

Notice in the spreadsheet that the last four days are the same as the four before them.  I still can't seem to fit bothFICTION FILES and AWAI into the same day.  And I'm beginning to wonder if the goals for everything else where I always get my Ys are too easy.  Should I be expecting more of myself?  Or am I just uncomfortable with evidence of success?

As for yesterday's Friday Forays in Fiction (which didn't go up until 7ish this evening) I presented Chapter 1 of Book 1 of the sci/fant trilogy I began working on in my 20s.  I won't be counting those words for NaNo of course.

While I was working on that, I also updated my profile at NaNoWriMo.  The link below the pic to the left will take you there.





October 22  --  I've got little to add to the info in the spreadsheet today.  I'm barely hanging on and continue to drop balls I'm juggling.  The most frequently dropped being sleep which has a built in diminishing return on investment as it leads to less efficiency, less focus, less creativity, and more anxiety, more frustration, more irritability, more confusion.

All the Ys on the spreadsheet for the past month represent the bare minimum of 15 minutes of time invested.  I'd had once worked that up to at least double and on some more than that last summer.

The Ys on FICTION FILES represent the the time spent referring to my notes and drafts as I contemplated which WIP to make my NaNo Novel for 2013 and then for the prep of last Friday's post announcing my choice.

Sunday and Monday were devoted to prepping for Monday's blog tour review.

I had held out as reward for getting that done early on Monday morning some hours of working with the NaNo prep for that novel.  But instead between Sunday afternoon and Monday late night I got stuck in an OCDish hyperfocus on the task of searching for an important missing email and never finding it.  Another gift from sleep deprivation.

So then I lost my whole morning brain work sessions both Tuesday and today to an attempt to catch up on sleep.  I'd got less than four hours before our 6am vid chats both morning and my husband all but ordered me to go back to bed.

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October 19  --  Still super overwhelmed but am slowly getting a handle on some things.  The email inbox is almost tamed.  Some of my daily routines have become fairly solid tho it still needs work--to solidify a few more and add a few new.

I finally got the the FICTION FILES section below this one edited to reflect my goals for Round 4

So since this post was supposed to go up last night and I had to walk away before it was ready and now it is already after noon on Sunday, I'll leave you with that and the following 3 posts since the last check-in with relevance to ROW80:





October 15  --  The poem on the captioned pic to the right was written in honor of Dewey the founder of Dewey's 24hr Read-a-Thon.  I wrote it off the cuff during my last hour of participation in the Thon Saturday, leaving it at the top of my Thon post, My Brain on Books.  Then for my Sunday Serenity post I captioned a pic with it.

That poem and a couple others, plus emails, text messages, book reviews and other daily posts and an assortment of scribbled notes are the extent of my word count so far this month. I'm constantly having to focus exclusively on the next deadline and once finished the clock has already been ticking on the next one.  There is no time to get ahead on the things coming up days or more down the line.

I feel like I'm chasing my ponytail around the block but can never catch it as it moves faster than I can.  Chew on that Paradox.

Several unplanned for events have caused my already bursting at the seams schedule to shed its corsets and believe me when I say there is no Super Woman costume underneath.

I've already described some of the events I'm referring to in yesterday's It's Monday! What are You Reading? post so I'm going to just quote them here.  I had mentioned that I had 11 blog tour reviews scheduled between now and Thanksgiving and a few paragraphs later:

One of the tour reviews is for beta testing a new writer's community web site. That was supposed to go up by Wednesday but I'm going to have to ask for an extension as my schedule in the last two weeks took several unexpected wallops.
Among them Dewey's Read-a-Thon this past Saturday which I discovered only the Saturday before.  So sadly I didn't get to volunteer as cheerleader or mini-challenge host which I've done one or the other or both nearly every thon since fall of 2008.  My schedule was already over committed with a dentist appointment on Monday, a counselor appointment on Wednesday, a tour review on Thursday and an AWAI copywriting webinar on Friday.  Which reminds me--I missed part 2 of the Webinar at noon today as I was sitting in the dentist waiting room waiting for my sister to return from errands to pick me up.
The wallops continue.  Last Monday's dentist visit was for an extraction.  I went again today for an x-ray on another tooth and will be returning on Thursday for another extraction.  Here's hoping that once we eliminate the low grade infection and chronic pain that has been plaguing me since 1995, my energy and mood levels will pick up and my blood pressure will drop.  I don't dare get started on the why's and wherefores that happened. Besides I've already covered it in my rant on the current state of dental care, You Know the Drill.

Plus the Dentist appointments have all been before noon which destroys my morning brain work session (reading, writing, research, study, email and posting) as the morning is all about getting ready, getting there, getting it done and getting home to fix Mom's lunch.

My inbox is flooding and the things I need to see and deal with pronto are getting pushed off the front page before I see them.  I've spent hours and hours over the last several weeks refining the organizing of it--creating or editing filters and labels, using skip inbox for news, newsletters, blog subscriptions and similar recurring things that are primarily read only, designating category tags so that the Google tab system is taylored for my needs, and attaching emails to Google tasks or Google calendar.

But now my Google Task list is overflowing and unorganized so I'm going to have to start creating topical lists for it.  And the Google Calendar email alerts are just as likely to get lost as anything else so I put a label named 2DO on it and try to remember to check that label several times a day.  But I have to remember to input appointments in the calendar.  Came close to missing two appointments in the last week because I'd put the appointment cards under my mouse pad the day I brought them home.

I'm so overwhelmed.  It seems there is always a tine sensitive task needing attention right NOW and I have to focus on it until it is done and there is another one waiting in line with the clock ticking.

And I'm dropping the balls more and more often:

  • Several of the blog tour reviews in the last two months I had to put up before finishing the book. 
  • I missed Saturday's ROW80 check-in due to the Read-a-Thon Saturday
  • Several times lately--this post for example--I've not been able to get my daily post up before going to bed and had to timestamp a draft and work on it the next morning.  So this post was supposed to go up last night but it is already after noon and it still isn't up.  Google Docs had not saved my work on the spreadsheet last week and I had to use the screenshot I took for last Wednesday ROW80 and recreate a half dozen rows of data.
  • I've overslept several times in the last two weeks and missed my morning vid chat with Ed.
  • I've played fast and loose with my med and sleep schedule for a month or more now.  See Life Management section for context.
  • I missed 2nd and 3rd of the three part AWAI webinar this week.
  • Forgetting to put appointments in the calendar
  • Forgetting to call in a Rx
  • Forgetting to activate the debit card issued for my SSI payments so that had to send a check
  • I've disappointed Mom several times by not having time to read our story aloud after dinner.
  • and on and on and on
  • And right now I'm pushing the envelope on when I'm supposed to be in the kitchen preparing lunch for me and Mom.



October 10 -- I've already put hours into cleaning up  the Round 3 mess and bringing all sections up to date.  So I'm going to let some of my interim posts present the current situation.

Email Nightmares
A Word Wrangler's Lasso
Crossed Eyes and Knotty Thoughts
You Know the Drill
Of Grumps, and Dumps and Triumphs.
Fall 2013 Challenges
I Have a 2Dos Pileup




FICTION FILES:



My Brain on Story
see moar kittehs 
Ongoing: 

  • work at cleaning up the Wrimo messes
  • get Blow Me a Candy Kiss prepped for self pub
  • target a second finished short story for the self publish route 
  • work on the FOS storyworld -- add events to timeline, add characters sketches, do mind maps, clarify specific research needs, edit existing scenes and add new, target one of the POV character's stories to focus on [this will be set aside until after NaNo except for noting stray thoughts about it]
  • NaNoWriMo --  I've began prep in mid September for the 2013 NaNoWriMo novel using my new review copy of The Marshall Plan software and book.
         I have tentatively selected a YA sci/fant story called The Wailing Womb meant to be first in a trilogy called The Ward's Prevailing that I started while in my 20s that continues to haunt me.  I'd lost all the world-building notes and all the rough draft work except for about five pages of semi-polished scenes in our 2001 move and lost heart.
         I imagine I'll be working some in books 2 and 3 since I'll need to pin down the main story arc of the series and some of the unwritten scenes still vivid in my mind after decades are in those.  The titles: 2) The Travailing Woeful  and 3) The Availing Word
OTHER WRITING TASKS
  • AWAI Copywriting course work: working the course involves reading, writing and research as well as videos, web seminars, and teleconference recordings and networking.
  • keep on top of the upcoming blog tour reviews
  • tackle the backlog of book reviews for ARCs and the upcoming blog tours

READ CRAFT:

Currently Reading

What to Do When There's Too Much to Do by Laura Stack (Part of my attempt to organize my life around my priorities. So part of my ROW80 reading list)  What with the lifequake and all I've had to do a lot of reassessing.  Recently I realized that my todo lists are way overloaded even for someone with a reasonably quakeless life.
Hooked: Write Fiction That Grabs Readers at Page One and Never Lets Go by Les Edgerton
The Act of Creation by Arthur Koestler
What Matters in Jane Austen? by John Muller  Net Galley a NF that purports to answer many puzzles in the Austen novels. Since this discusses writing and techniques of fiction
Trust the Process: An Artist's Guide to Letting Go by Shaun McNiff  In late February I lifted the strikethru I put on this the week I left home in January as I brought it back with me on the 22nd.
Jung and the Tarot: An Archetypal Journey by Sallie Nichols Since I'm reading this for an understanding of character type and the language of symbol understood by our unconscious as well as research for a character who is a Tarot reader
13 Ways of Looking at a Novel by Jane Smiley  This was one of the 24 items I checked out of the Longview library on my sister's card last January and has been the one I've spent the most time with ever since.  Friday's post was a quote post for this one.
The Exegesis of Philip K. Dick.  Found this while spelunking the stacks looking for the Smiley book.  Who knew.  Dick was a mystic.  I've only read one of his novels and a few short stories but now I've got to try to find and read everything!
Mystery and Manners by Flannery O'Connor  This is a reread for me and has had significant impact on the development of my storyworld in the early months of its inception.  My Friday post was about my current encounter with it after checking it out of the Longview library again for the first time in over a decade.
The Right to Write by Julia Cameron.  Also a Longview library book.
The Fiction Writer's Handbook by Shelly Lowenkopf  Review for blog tour  Haven't finished it yet tho so it will remain in the list.
The Complete Idiot's Guide to Writing Erotic Romance by Alison Kent.  Found on my shelves while packing books.  I won this in a drawing during the Sweating for Sven writing challenge in 2007.  It made me blush and I kept it hidden in the recesses of my bookshelves but I think I've gotten over that.
AWAI Copywriting Course materials

Recently Read:

A Cheap and Easy Guide to Self-publishing eBooks by Tom Hua read this online
Imagine: How Creativity Works by Jonah Leher
The Power of Habit by Charles Duhigg  Just finished this last fall and wrote an overview of it for that check-in along with my musings on how to apply what I learned..  This is where I've been getting the most help with learning how to recognize a habit, determine if it is desirable and if so maximize it but if not change it.
Writing in General and the Short Story in Particular by Rust Hills onetime fiction editor at Esquire.  A tiny little paperback published in the mid 70s.  I pulled this off my own shelf a couple months ago as just the right size to prop the netbook keyboard at a better angle but then I pulled it out to read while waiting on my computer to finish updates and a restart as all the ebooks were unavailable and it was the only book I could reach without getting up.  Lazy me.  But it hasn't gone never went back under the keyboard yet.  I keep kept picking it up whenever the netbook is was too busy to mind me.
Write Good or Die! edited by Scott Nicholson (a collection of essays by inde authors.  many of them self-published) 


THE LIFEQUAKE:

Ed and I April 2nd
5 minutes before leaving
The event I'm calling the lifequake hit me in late January and for the most part of most days I'm accommodating myself to the new realities shaking out from it.  The details are covered in ROW80 #69 check-in. and  this Sunday Serenity and in It's Like This and The Eyes Have It so I won't keep reiterating the story in these check-ins.

The most important fact affecting ROW80 goals is that my 5 week visit at my Mom's begun in early January has been extended indefinitely.  It has been a huge disruption in itself not counting all the disruptions of life, thought and emotion behind the whys and wherefores.


In late February and late March my sister drove me down to pick up as many of my personal belongings as I could imagine needing over the next several months. I imagined that I'd be returning home by summer but then Ed got a vacate notice from the landlord who needed to sell the trailer. So I had to drop out of ROW80 check-ins for a month in April/May as I left Mom's in Longview WA April 29 to spend the next 11 days in Phoenix OR with my husband packing up the rest of our stuff and helping him prepare for vacating the house on the 15th.  My sister returned to Longview with a third van load of my stuff on May 2nd and then picked up me, our cat Merlin, and a forth van load on the 10th.


Merlin
During our trip in early April my sister took Merlin to the vet and the following week he had surgery to remove rotten teeth and fix his eyelids so his lashes would stop scratching his eyes.  He looks oriental now.  The pic is from several years ago when he was still healthy.  He has started to regain the weight he lost while he was sick last winter.

I spent the next two days shuffling boxes and bags and stuff around between van and house and my areas at Mom's.  The four days after that I wallowed in the pain of missing Ed, loosing our house and not knowing when the next visit will be now that there are no more loads to go after and no house to call ours.

As Round 4 begins there has still been no visit.  He's living with his folks in the same tiny room we shared for ten years but we both agreed that environment would be unhealthy for me and our relationship.  So we're waiting for him to find a place before I come back for a visit bringing a van load of household miscellany and Merlin our cat who came back with me in May.

Before I can come home for good my meds need to be stabilized and healthcare assured.  I have to be separated from Ed in order to qualify for health care.  We had a lot of hope pinned on the implementation of Oregon Care, Oregon's answer to the Affordable Care Act, slated for October 1st.  But the government shutdown has put that on hold.  So much for those wascally wabbits and their so-called concern for the sanctity of marriage.

Meanwhile we make do with several emails and one or two vid chats each day.


SELF-MANAGEMENT

All the way to the middle of August my main focus was unpacking and organizing my clothes, books, papers, crafts and even the household items.  Organizing the things I wanted available for use and repacking out of season clothes and household stuff for the trip back down as soon as Ed found a place.

It looks like I'm going to have to pull the winter stuff back out before that happens.

Reading and crafting corner
The creating of stations to accommodate activities has been one of the themes of my organizing. I put the hanging clothes in the room where my primary workstation is and the folding clothes in the room across the hall which I share with Mom.  The reference books with my workstation and the rest in the bedroom along with most of the crafts.


A development related to self-management is the timer my sister bought me just before she left me alone with Ed the first week of May.  It has two timers, a clock and a stop-watch function.

One of her concerns about leaving me there for a whole week was the tenuous nature of my ability to stay on my med schedule, sleep schedule and food and water intake schedule without outside monitoring.  That is one of the repercussions of an unmanaged mood-disorder.

As for the mood-disorder, the med nurse has been careful because of my history of atypical reactions to meds.  She adds or subtracts one thing at a time.  She started with changing my Trazadone from an occasional sleep aid to the primary antidepressant,  upping the dose and making it daily.  Over the spring and summer she raised it from 50 to 300 mg.

She was for a brief time looking at the possibility of bipolar because of my intractable insomnia that often had me awake for 24 to 72 hours at a stretch.  But careful observation and family history led her to suspect that it was my severe anxiety coupled with ADD creating the appearance of bi-polar.

There have been enough improvements in my ability to function that I've been able to commit to making and serving lunch for me and Mom every day since August.

In response to my Lazy Daze post in early June in which I muse on why I am still planted like a turnip on the mini-tramp after four days and unable to put action where my mouth is on any of my stated goals and priorities my husband surmised that I was experiencing a mini-burnout after having pushed too hard on too many fronts for too many days in a row, allowing myself little recreation.  He added that I had too many high priorities and several of them were in conflict which I was possibly unconscious of.  Then at my request during our next video chat in used his skill-set as a supervisor and experience with time-management on the job to show me how to triage my stated goals.

For the triage he laid it out there that anything touching on my health or safety was non-negotiable.  This included sleep, med schedule, food schedule, exercise, hygiene, all those appointments, and recreation--which last I had been denying myself until I ended up planted like a turnip on the mini-tramp.

My reassessment after the triage talk with Ed, led me to a radical decision to switch myself from night owl to early bird having identified the larges block of time least likely to be interrupted as those between dawn and lunch.  It was a struggle until mid July when I added Melatonin to the evening med mix.  As of mid August it became my new normal.

One of the fallouts from the stabilized sleep schedule has been an increase in those intense, creative, colorful and story-like dreams that have often contributed what I call the storyseeds for my fiction.  This augers well for the future work with my fiction files--both editing and new writing.  And is a sign the depression is lifting.

Ultimately the goal is to use the pre-lunch hours for brain work--reading, writing, blogging, research, netbook maintenance, daydreaming story world and the afternoon for active/social tasks like exercise, sorting/organizing, chores, hygiene, family interaction, vid or text chats with Ed.  But so far I've nearly always gravitated back to the brainwork after lunch and once engaged in a task it is hard to break away for another.

Meanwhile I'm trying to learn patience with myself and flexibility.  One of the new skills I'm honing is the ability to analyse what is working and what isn't and then apply a likely fix and observe what does and doesn't result.  I'm trying to keep a vision of what success looks like in my head so that I'm always aiming for it.

WORKSTATION WOES AND WOOTS
The evolution of the writing and workout room:

2nd Workstation and
Indoor Workout Space
In February a few weeks into the lifequake I realized I could no longer wait until I got home to get serious with my fiction writing but to accommodate it I would need a writing station that afforded privacy, quiet, light, and the ability to move about and make moderate noise without fear of disturbing my sleeping mother.  And I would need to designate a time of day in which I could count on no interruptions.

The time best suited (I thought until the mid June reassessment) was the hours immediately after Mom heads to bed.  The space was trickier.  But the best bet was somewhere in the room that had once been Mom's office and had become a storage room.  So I rearranged some boxes and created a desk in a cubby behind the stairwell.    I was even able to set up the mini-tramp in there. Tho I had to walk across it to get to my desk, I liked having it there until I fell twice inside a week.

 After the first fall on a Sunday I set my mind to being careful but after the second fall the following Friday I realized careful would not cut it.  Not indefinitely.  Not for someone visually impaired and with such a history of scattered thought and impulsive movement.  After a third incident--a close call--my sister set the tramp on end.  But as I feared it seldom got set down for use after that.  I kept wanting to find the time and energy to rearrange the stuff again to make room for the tramp and a path to my desk.  That became one of the goals as I worked to make room for the stuff coming in from the van the first week of April.

To make room for the tramp I moved my folded clothes into Mom's room and the boxes of Mom's papers under the card table.


Reference Books

The reference books are now on that cabinet above the tramp.  The 1999 World Book set and the Britannica Great Books set I bought from the library in 2005.  And writing related misc.

Cubby desk May 25
The cubby desk morphed many times.  I continue to tweak things but continued to find it a very uninviting place to spend much time.  For weeks I used this station primarily for scanning, storing office supplies and as a paper sorting station.  I tried moving that chair that bit my butt out and put in its place an exercise ball in front of stacked boxes for a desk.  But never did actually sit to work at it.


 Then I exchanged the exercise ball with the office chair I'd been using beside the bed in Mom's room.  It was a tight fit but it seemed to be working at first.

After yet another workstation tweak, solving desk height and other irritations, I had a few productive sessions at it but what seemed minor issues at first became deal breakers and I found myself more and more back on the mini-tramp.

Looks more like a nest
For the two weeks after returning from Phoenix (May 11-24) this was my primary writing and Internet surfing station.  I also crocheted while watching videos and sometimes read either ebooks or treebooks.  The tramp in this pic is now my own brought from home.

But on May 24 I decided it was not working.  I'd gravitated to sitting on the mini-tramp that first weekend because there was so much upheaval everywhere else.  But that had unwanted repercussions--I stopped working out because the tramp was always piled with cushions and for some reason I can't pin down my productivity dropped both on and off the computer.  Maybe that is partly due to not working out.  But it might also be because the setup was more conducive to daydreaming, watching videos or surfing than serious work.  The clue is in the caption I gave the pic: Looks more like a nest.

This led to the series of attempts to make the cubby station viable.  I got so frustrated by all the tweaking. It seemed I spent more time fiddling with the workstations than actually working at them.  I was desperate to shift the balance.

standing desk May 21
One of my preferred netbook stations through spring and summer was this standing desk above the mini-tramp.  I could stand on the tramp to write or while text or video chatting with Ed.   But mostly I listened to music or watched videos while working out.




Bradley Desk Inpector
Finally room to spread
out books and paper

Then in late August it finally came together: a workable workstation.  The story and pics about it are in these Sunday'sMonday's and Tuesday's posts.  As Round 4 begins I continue to be happy with it and have had more than 50% productive days.  Those that weren't were not due to the workstation.

I've continued to tweak.  Of course.  Am resigned to that being something of a comfort activity for me.  Besides as new commitments move onto the agenda new accommodations must be made.  Right?  Like when a new, larger computer enters the picture and the older one cannot yet be set aside so the computer desk aka tray table gets pushed to the right until it is blocking the tramp.  Oops!

Or when the 'brilliant' front burner project box turns out to be a clutter collector rather than efficient use of space.

Will try to post a current pic of the tweaks that resolved those issues soon.

Bradley
The family cat, Bradley has been a pill as I rearranged the two rooms.  He mountain climbs the stuff.  He picks up small things and carries them off.  Twice it was my reading glasses that I wear over my prescription glasses for close work.  He sits on top of the very thing I need to pick up.

Once he knocked my netbook off the desk.  I had an extreme moment of panic before I got it picked up and checked over.

Merlin nesting with me
My hope that once Merlin was allowed to join the family the two of them would entertain each other came true.  After a few weeks of talking to each other through the laundry room door they had a brief encounter when I brought Merlin up on his leash on our way out for his yard exploration they  touched noses and nobody hissed.  Bradley did raise one paw over Merlin's head and held it there until Merlin ducked his head and slunk away.  A couple weeks after that Merlin was paroled and they've acted buddies ever since with Bradley obsessed with grooming Merlin who had been lax with that due to his poor health.  They do occasionally fight over the spots of sun on the living room carpet.

But for over a week after Merlin got paroled I hung out on the tramp again so he could hang out with me.

Read more...

Friday, November 29, 2013

Friday Forays in Fiction: Friction 'tween Artist and Machine

Speech Recognition? My Furry Ass!


For the last three days I've been having adventures with the Speech Recognition ap on my Aspire laptop.  Wednesday I'd got the 'bright' idea that I would have a better chance of reaching my 50K if I could just talk and let the computer type it.

Ha.  Shows what I know.

It might work once I've taught the ap to recognize my speech patterns and all the special words for my story world.  That's probably going to take weeks or even months of steady practice stopping to correct every mistake immediately.  Which is not a good way to stay in that dreamy place where the story lives.  It means inviting the editor harpies in when they are least wanted or needed.

I did get over 8K words in under 3 hours but I can't really use more than 15% of them for the NaNo draft.  It consisted mostly of me saying the same word or phrase over and over in hopes it would show up right or enough so I could expect to recognize it next week or next month.

That eventually devolved into me talking back to the ap calling it names and saying things like:

  • I did not say that.
  • What?
  • NO
  • That's not right
  • How did you get _____ out of _____
  • This isn't going to work is it?
  • Oh am I talking too slow?  Try to keep up with this
  • Are you even listening to me?
  • And you're supposed to be assistive?
  • You doofus!
  • Are you retarded?
  • What planet are you from? 
  • Ah so you can get planet right as long as I'm not talking about Mourna's planet.
  • Give me a break
  • You are garbling every word
  • NO NO NO NOT gargling furry worms
  • nope not Greta Garbo forms either
  • not gobbling 4 warm seas
  • I said you are garbling every word
  • NO NOT gambling better or worse
  • nor gurgling ovary womb.
  • OMG You are incorrigible!  CHEW ON THAT ONE


That last as I left the room to go eat turkey dinner with the family Thursday evening.  When I read what was typed later I found the word incorrigible correct but little else of my parting lines.

Thursday evening when Ed and I started our vid chat I was getting no audio and he suggested I close the speech ap and as I fussed with it I was talking to it just like before when I was alone not realizing he had fine audio as well as picture. I was loud, animated and snarky,

When I returned to the Gmail Talk screen he was cracking up.  That's when I started wishing I had a video recording of the hour or two exchange between me and the ap before dinner Thursday.  I bet it would go viral if I uploaded it.

Below, for your amusement, I've taken the first 600 or so words of the old draft of the story I'm doing for NaNo, broken it down to phrases short enough to fit on one line (I hope here too) and then one by one I placed the cursor under the line and read the line aloud.  After the ap typed it's version, I moved the cursor under the next line.  And so forth.

It's actually doing better here than with the rambling thoughts I was using before.  But this is also done after I started teaching it names for people, places and things.  You should have seen me trying to get it to get Mourna or mourning mother,  or wailing womb right the first day.



Warm is his body and alive.
Warm ease his body and Mary

Secure in my arms, next to my heart, my son.
Secure and my arms weeks to my heart my some

Soft and supple his skin, deep and dazzling his eyes.
Soft and supple and skin guy and that's just one

Blue eyes that gaze into mine.
Allies that gains and to move

Soul to soul a bond of love is forged.
Soul to sollemn or bombed of mountains form

Stronger than the strongest steel.
Stromberg and the strongest below

More enduring than diamonds.
More and during the Indonesians


To hold him, to touch him, to kiss his rosy cheeks,
To hold them to touch cancers Wilson cheeks

to caress the smooth skin, to lay my finger gently on his throat
To caress the SMS king and Tulane receiver Jon Ley norms to

and feel the pulsing of his tiny veins
Until the close and Kingston Womb's

and know that life is in him and that life from me.
And all that life is an him and that might be

Passionately possessive I feel, ferociously protective.
Passionately incessantly of motions to

No harm shall come to him.  I will prevent it with my life.
No harm shall come to him or will prevent it was more like


He is mine and only mine, I think, and yet know that he is his own
He is among the OM-and that No-one to use his own

and the Womb’s above all.
In the Womb's and of all

 And sooner than I wish he will break free
In Sudan and I wish and we're treating


into the private world of his own soul.  He will assert his independence,
And as a private moment is Womb's shall most surgeons and an


leave my arms empty and yearning once more,
Leave my arms and to nine months.


declaring his dominion over the earth as all men have since the Advent.
Declaring his dominion over bars their zone in Iraq since the advent


But for now he belongs only to me
Walter now he belongs only to me


and the union of our souls is more passionate,
And the human reversals is more passion

more galvanic than that between a man and a woman,
More durable than the market and random

more profound than that between a soul and its Augmentor.
More profoundly not that of the sollemn often

***********************

Mourna awoke.
Mourna will

Tears washed out from beneath her lashes as she blinked her eyes open.
Tears were still were when the two lashes and she went to wrestle

Dreaming again.  Such strange dreams.
To remain in which drains during

Thoughts so foreign to her
Not so foreign to

 that even the images and words used to form them
The league and the images and words used to form an

had a strange feel to her as the dregs of the dream floated in her mind.
I was strange filter and some traits of the gym will that one

Augmentor.  She formed the strange word silently with her tongue.
Augmentor sheet from the strange words sound have come

The word did not belong to her.  But she still felt the emotion it conjured up.
The warden of the winter she still throw them in motion the computer

Awe and utter trust.
On a interest

And beneath that was the straining of energies harnessed and directed….
in banni they are was a string of human genes arms and directed


The images were fading.
The images were fading

She could never hang onto them for more
She could never hang on to them for more

than the moments it took her to come fully awake.
Then the moment a checker becomes only way

All that was left was the feel of an infant’s supple skin
A lot was left was a human being and supple skin and

and blue eyes gazing into hers.
A blue eyes gaze and others

And with these a feeling of desolation washed over her.
And of these issue in consolation were still

She came fully awake then, crying out,
Seeking fully awake and Karen L

"My baby.  Oh my son, I want my son."
My baby Only son of workplace and


And with the sound of her own cry
And while the sound of her own party

she remembered, and knew she would never see him again.
She remembered and then she would never see them even

A wave of desolation inundated her.
All or even desolation media are

Even now Jamyl could be dead.
The amount to milk the tour

 But no, somehow Mourna was sure
But no hot summer murder was sure

 that she would know when Jamyl no longer lived.
When she would know when gene Wunderlich

There was a bond between them,
There was a bond between

indefinable but indestructible.
Indefinable that investor

It had been there almost from the moment she became aware
It had been the wrong was from the moment she became aware

that life was growing within her.
That life was going in and

Jamyl had been torn from her arms,
John build up in tone arm around

had been banished from the Body.
Kevin bannished from the body


But only death could truly separate them.
That only god can truly separate and

 And that death would come soon for Jamyl.
And that doesn't come some regional

A matter of hours.
A matter of hours

And with his death total desolation of soul for Mourna.
And with his dad told us wish and sold them mournign

Her soul wailed within her
We're so well with them

and instinctively she put her hands to her belly
And it's taken when she commands to grow

where so recently he had lain curled.
We're so recently have rankled

A slight swelling still remained
This rights will instill in range

to testify to the truth of his existence.
To testify to retrieve the present system

There was an ache in her womb and an emptiness.
There was a naked woman in Kings

She felt the emptiness consuming her.
She felt being and is consuming for

Could she survive the death of Jamyl?
Can she survived the cut that amount

Did she want to?
Teach you want to

NO!  the answer screamed within her heart
No-one the answer screened within the report

like the cold winds of the Season of the Far Suns.
Like a cold winds of the season of that are signs

She must hold her son in her arms again or die!
She was older son and her arms again old daughter

With that thought she sprang to a sitting position on her sleep-couch,
With that thought she spread to a sitting position numbers retur

every muscle tense, every sense alert.
Every muscle tents and son to work

She must rescue Jamyl!
She must rescue Jamyl

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