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11/04/2005: "LALALALALA"
Stayed up till midnight finishing my pages last night. I'm not doing the NaNoWriMo, but if I was, I'd have clocked in 11,250 words since Nov 1. (I'm doing page count times 250 words, and I have no idea if that's how it's done. If not, then the number is a crock). But I can tell that I'm deeply into bookworld when the story is what I'm dreaming about. Every night.
Which would be okay, except that I dream stuff that's better than I've written, and therefore have to go back and rewrite scenes that I've finished! I'm going to go to bed tonight with my fingers in my ears, eyes squeezed shut, singing LALALALALALAL really loud, so I won't hear the dreams. Take that, subconscious brain!
Also waiting for The Envelope. No, I'm not going to win an Oscar (not yet, at least, ha!) but the royalty envelope from my publisher. Royalties - The In Home Game! Guess What Your Income Is! Watch Your Budget Fly Out The Window!
Seriously, how bizarre is it that I've chosen a profession where I have no clue what I'll be earning in a year? I don't think many economists suffer from this problem. No, they live their lives knowing (ho-hum) what they're going to earn, and what they can buy, and if they can get that new car. Pussies.
