Tuesday, February 27, 2007

Yay!

Some excitement (for me anyway)!
Found out yesterday that they're making The Mummy 3. I'll be going to see it as SOON as it comes out (2008), since I love the first one so much, and since Brendan Fraser has agreed to come back and play Rick O'Connell, and since the script writers are the creators of Smallville, and since... no wait. That's more than enough reasons.
Watch the first two, then go see this one. You won't be sorry.

Top Ten Tuesday - Ten Reasons Why I had the Worst Sleep Ever Last Night

That's right. Stop reading now if you don't want to hear grumpy, sleep-deprived ramblings.

10) It was hot – Heat doesn’t bother me so much, but it was also kind of muggy (what’s with our weather at the moment? First we have a one-in-one-hundred-year drought, now they’re telling us it’s a one-in-one-thousand-year drought, then we have 18 days over 35 degrees Celsius [which works out to be over 100 Fahrenheit, I think…] and for about 9 of those 18 days they forecast thunderstorms everyday, of which we get one the whole time, and now it’s just kind of muggy and after a measly single day of it being below 30, they’re back to extreme temperatures and thunderstorms. If this isn’t a sign that the world’s having some problems, I don’t know what is)

9) My young adult novel – I haven’t thought about this wip for a long while, probably since I sent it off to penguin books six months ago. For some reason, all I could think of was the storyline of this novel last night. It just wouldn’t go away. Every so often I’d say to myself; “ok, I’m going to think of nothing starting… now! Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, I really should go over my research and make sure all of the historical bits I’ve included are correct. Dammit! Ok, I’m going to think of nothing starting… now! Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, if Penguin books decide to take it, I’ll have to start researching ancient Egypt to write the second one. Dammit! Ok, I’m going to think of nothing starting… now! Nothing…”

8) A mosquito – Some people (like my husband) don’t care about mozzies so much. It doesn’t really bother them if they get bitten and then have to put up with a little itchy lump. Me? I HATE mozzies. Seriously. That little buzzing noise they make is enough to send me crazy. If I see/hear a mozzie, I have to kill it. Therefore, it’s eternally frustrating to me that the screen on our bedroom widow has a hole, and if the window is open anytime after sunset, it’s inevitable that a mozzie will come into our room. In this crazy hot weather we’re having, it’s kind of hard not to have the window open, so I am dealing with a constant parade of mozzies (who all oh-so-unfortunately end up dead) in our house at the moment. When we went to bed last night, I shut the window, but it was too late. And mozzies aren’t exactly the easiest thing to see. They’re damn small, which is why it took half an hour to find and kill the freakin’ thing.

7) The dog wanted to come inside – I don’t know what was going on in the neighborhood last night, but our dog, Molly, was not very impressed with it. She’s not a barker, but last night she wouldn’t stop. Then she decided she’d had enough of whatever was making her bark and wanted to come inside.

6) The dog wanted a drink – I don’t blame her, it was hot. Things would have been much simpler had hubby brought in her bucket of water when he’d let her inside. But he didn’t, and then he was doing his best impression of an inanimate object, so he wasn’t going to go get it anytime soon. So, I had to get up and get it for her.

5) Another mozzie – When getting Molly’s water for her, apparently I let another mozzie in, which of course followed me to the bedroom. I really don’t think you understand how much I seriously hate them. Number 9 was repeated all over again, except with much anger, since it was now 1:30am.

4) The dog wanted to go outside – On the nights she happens to sleep inside, we usually don’t hear anything from Molly until we get up for breakfast. Apparently she was sharing my sleeplessness. I tried ignoring her for a while, but she wasn’t going to give up banging on the door. So, I got up and said; “fine, you can go outside, but go in your kennel and go to sleep. No more barking.” And what was Molly’s response to this? “Rarf rarf rarf rarf grrrrr!!!!!” All the way down the driveway to the front gate. So much for reasoning with her.

3) Noise – Despite it being a Monday night, somewhere, someone in the neighborhood was either having a party or just staying up and being really, really loud. That could have had something to do with why Molly was barking so much. I hate to think how annoying it would have been if I didn’t have an irrational hatred of mozzies and actually had the window open. Ok, so perhaps it was barely loud enough for me to hear, it was probably six blocks away since noise travels so well at night, but it was after two, by now, everything was annoying.

2) The dog wanted to come back inside – By this time I was quite prepared to ignore Molly for all I was worth. She was outside, she could stay there. Surely nothing was so important that she had to come back inside for the second time at 4:30 in the morning. Hubby, however, was no so prepared to ignore her constant banging on our window and whining. So he let her in. And he says I’m soft on her. Pft.

1) Dawn – By now, light was starting to creep in around the edges of the curtains, and I was lucky if I’d had a straight hour of sleep. I tried to ignore the light at the curtains, but eventually I gave up and got up to have breakfast, and an aspirin to help my aching head.

Now, I was planning on having a good day of solid writing, but my brain is just to kerfuddeled to handle anything that strenuous today. So I’m off to download last week’s episode of Supernatural (legally of course) that I missed, and pray that I actually get a good eight hours sleep tonight so I can spend tomorrow writing.

Sunday, February 25, 2007

From the 'verse

Well, I don't have much to say today, besides sharing this:

"Here's a thing: when "Firefly" was cancelled, my heart got broke. Sounds a bit much, but it changed me. Not even "Serenity" could patch that wound. I'm wearier, warier -- after all those years as a movie writer, you'd think I'd be prepared for another lesson on my unimportance in the scheme of things, but I wasn't. There are two very separate worlds: the marketplace, and the bustling bazaar that is my brain. The brain place is crowded with goods, ideas, sequels, spinoffs, animated versions, miniseries, radio dramas -- this is just the used goods. All the new wares are in there as well and it's deafening. Once I create a verse I never let go of it. And figuring out how much of my energy should be devoted to reawakening the projects you all love with the actors and characters I all love, and how much should be forging ahead and creating entirely new works (which you are contractually obligated to love) is exhausting. More than you know. You know the horse caught between two pools of water? Add seven pools, and make the horse wicked A.D.D. The other world, the marketplace, I don't even begin to understand or predict. All these rumor of projects or the death of projects... When the two worlds align and something actually happens, whatever it is, you guys know I'll be on this site as soon as I'm allowed to be. And I'll be very very clear. There is no news. Not never, just now."Your Scribe, -j."- Joss Whedon

Now, I've been trying (without success) to find where I lifted this very fantastic quote from. It was on one of the many pages dedicated to JW, but of course now I don't know which one that was. Quite possibly it was fireflyfans.net but I still can't find it.
The reason I love this passage so much is not to do with Firefly/Serenity (though, if they began a new production of the series/movie/mini-series, I'd be singing in the street!), but actually has to do with JW describing what's going on in his head.
I'm not going to say I'm as brilliant as JW, there aren't many (if any) writers as talented and inspired as JW. Just stop and think about his female characters for a moment. They're strong, have a sense of self not easily portrayed. If I could ever write a female character half as well, I'll be happy.
What I can relate to, is the absolute craziness of having so many characters, stories, series, random ideas, etc, etc all vying for attention in my head. Sometimes, I've got so much flying around my head so fast, it's a wonder my brain just doesn't explode. Seriously.
It's why I'm compelled to write. These ideas, stories, characters, they have to go somewhere. And if I can manage to align the 'marketplace' with what's going on in my head, there will be no better joy than sharing these things with others, and knowing the craziness was there for a reason.

Thursday, February 22, 2007

Now, or Not

Last Night.
3am.
Inside my head.

Daelen: (hero of my current wip, a vampire, who has an ‘I’m-the-only-one-left’ complex. His heroine, Corryn, doesn’t know he’s a vampire… yet.)

“Are we going to let her find out now?”

Me: “What?”

Daelen: “Corryn, are we going to let her know I’m a vampire yet?”

Me: “No, not yet.”

Daelen: “Well, why not?”

Me: (who doesn’t actually have an answer for this one.) “It’s just not the right time yet, I think some other things need to happen before she finds out.”

Daelen: “But we’re up to page 200, the story’s half over. I really think we should let her find out.”

Me: “We will soon, but not yet.”

Daelen: “I think we should let her know now.”

Me: “Who’s writing the story here?”

Daelen: “Well, actually—”

Me: “Fine, forget I said that. You really want to let her know? You know what’s going to happen when she finds out, don’t you?”

Daelen: “She might be a little pissed, but she’ll get over it.”

Me: “As if that isn’t a totally typical guy-thing. ‘She’ll get over it.’ Hello? You’re mortal enemies. I don’t think that’s something she’ll just get over.”

Daelen: “She cares about me, she’ll work her way around the issue. I’ve pretty much come to terms with it.”

Me: “Yeah, but no one’s been lying to you, unless you count lying to yourself.”

Daelen: “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Me: “Nothing. Look, you do realize it’s 3 in the morning, don’t you?”

Daelen: “So? What does it matter?”

Me: “It matters because I’d really like to be asleep right about now. So, shut up, because I’ll let Corryn know all about you when I’m good and ready.”

Daelen: “Alright, I’ll leave you alone, but this issue is not closed.”

Me: “The issue is closed, now go away.”

Daelen: (moving off into one of the corners of my brain) “Stupid human, thinks she knows better. Just wait, ‘til it all goes to hell, then we’ll see who was right—”

Me: “I can still here you. Seriously, you need to go wherever it is you go where I can’t see or hear you.”

Daelen: “Yeah, and maybe I won’t come back tomorrow when you pick up the story.”

Me: “Oh, that is just SO mature. Fine, I’ll just write some scenes you’re not in. Go sulk as long as you like.”

……

Me: “Daelen?”

……

Me: “Damn characters, why can’t they just do as they’re told? Why do they think it’s a good idea to come and bug me in the middle of the night when I’m grumpy and tired and I just want to sleep? Surely there’s got to be some way to get them to leave me alone at night…?”

…And when I work out what that is, my characters better watch their backs!

Tuesday, February 20, 2007

Hits

Just had to share the excitement...
I was checking the stats on my ms assessment webpage, and it looks like I'm finally beginning to generate some interest. I'd even had some international visitors, which is also exciting. Hopefully I'll start getting some more manuscripts soon, its a bit slow at the moment. Of course, that's to be expected for a brand new business. Anyway, I was writing letters to agents before I got distracted by that. So I'd better get back to it, otherwise I'll never get published!

Top Ten Tuesday Challange-A-Thon... Farscape Quotes

Cafrine and I are having our first Top Ten Tuesday Challange-a-thon. The topic this week is our Top Ten Quotes from Farscape. So, after you’ve read mine, head on over to Cafrine’s to see what she came up with. Oh, BTW, just to warn, I’m doing this off the top of my head. To do a proper one, I would have had to do some serious re-watching. Since these are what I could remember, I guess they’re the best! Some will have which episodes they're from, a lot of them probably won't. So if you want to find them, you'll just have to go watch all four seasons of Farscape, including Peacekeeper Wars! (Spoilers a'hoy)

10) “No, D’Argo, you don’t understand. In 80 years, everyone I know will be dead. Everyone. My dad, Susan, DK, Buffy the frickin’ Vampire Slayer. All dead.”
> From the very fantastic Princess trilogy, Crichton contemplating what will happen to him if he gets turned into a statue for 80 years.

9) Chriton “Scorpius, how are you in my head?”
Scorpy-Clone “I’m not the real Scorpius, John, just a clone of his personality, placed in your mind to retrieve the worm-hole technology.”
Crichton “Right, so not the real Scorpy. Ok then, I’ll call you Harvey.”
> After Scorpius' neural chip is removed, Crichton is left with a neural imprint of him, but since it's not the real Scorpy... well, you know how it goes.

8) Crichton “I’ve got great eyes, they’re better than 20/20, and they’re BLUE!”
> Crackers Don't Matter, one of THE best episodes, where everyone goes a bit crazy and Crichton has to save the day, becuase he's 'inferior' to the rest of the crew.

7) Security Agent “Are you Crichton?”
Crichton “Who are you?”
Security Agent “I’m Security, are you Crichton?”
Aeryn “No, he’s not, and we don’t know who this Cretan is.”
> Suns and Lovers, a memorable one for a stepping forward of Crichton and Aeryn's relationship. But nevermind that, I just love the things Aeryn comes out with sometimes!

6) Crichton “Does anyone feel any differently?”
Jool “What, like I might have a diseased alien in me?”
D’Argo “Actually, I’ve been feeling a little angry.”
Crichton “That’s normal for you.”
>Losing Time, a good ep, we get to see more not-previously-seen parts of Moya, which is always interesting.

5) D’Argo “Well, I think I should just go get my Qualter Blade, stick it in its mouth and say ‘Hey! Get the frell out of pilot.’”
> Losing Time, I just love this one. Ok, not so funny on paper, but the way D'Argo says it, the king of unsubtle, it was priceless.

4) Crichton “Can I get a hell yeah?”
Imaginary crowd “HELL YEAH!”
> When Cricthon realizes that he has control over Harvey, he throws him in a dumpster, and has 'a moment.' I'm sure Cafrine will have this one on her list too, we both love it so much!

3) Crichton “D’Argo, tell him who his daddy is.”
D’Argo “I’m your daddy.”
> Interrogation, Crichton & D'Argo style.

2) “It’s PUKE?!?!”
> Crackers Don't Matter, one of those moments you can watch fifty times and still crack up laughing. The look on Crichton's face when he says it... you really need to see it for the whole effect. Cafrine will surely have this one too!

1) Crichton “Now, you know what to do if Scorpy gets me?”
Aeryn “Yes, shoot you.”
Crichton “No! Shoot him, shoot HIM!”
> Crichton, checking that Aeryn's got his back, but maybe not in the way he was hoping.

Monday, February 19, 2007

Ugly but not Lame

So, last night Ugly Betty premiered here in Oz. Personally, when it comes to new TV shows, I’m a hard sell. In fact, I hate TV so much at the moment that I hardly ever watch it anymore (how can I not hate TV when stupid TV execs do stupid things like cancel Stargate SG1, or Joss Whedon’s Firefly? Seriously people, what is wrong with you?). There are only a handful of shows I regularly tune into, and now I’m going to add Ugly Betty to their esteemed ranks. Want to know why?

Reasons Why Ugly Betty is Quite Obviously like a Romance Novel:

A) Betty – She’s the classic romance novel heroine. She’s not a 20 ft tall, emaciated walking skeleton, with plastic-surgery induced flawless beauty. No, she’s an actual woman. She’s of average height, she’s got breasts and hips, she’s voluptuous, and the total opposite of what our hero is used to. She has real problems, a real family, and is a very grounded, believable character. Ok, so the taste in clothes… eh, well, we all have our flaws.

B) The Hero – Meanwhile, Daniel is the classic romance novel hero. The handsome, rich son of a self-made millionaire. Sleeping with a different woman every night, as if that will bring some kind of fulfillment. Going along with the “let’s get Betty fired” plan, when deep down he actually feels really bad about it, because inside, he’s really a SNAG. Of course he hides his SNAG-iness since in his world, any sign of weakness is guaranteed to get him ground into the dust by the very pointy stiletto heal of his opponent, who I’m calling Evil-Barbie, since I can’t remember her name. Heck, Daniel even has the “I could never live up to my perfect brother, who’s now dead” thing going on. We all know that in actual fact, Daniel was the better man, because, well, he’s the hero.

C) The Confusing Attraction - Quite obviously, Daniel is confusingly attracted to Betty. There’s something about her, something different to all the other women he’s ever dealt with. At the moment, he doesn’t realize he’s attracted to her; he would probably more describe it as a “warped fascination” and “sincere gratitude for saving my ass.” Of course, as the show progresses, he’ll recognize it. He might argue with himself a lot, he might be horrified, or he might simply accept it. Who knows? That’s why I’ll be watching to find out.

D) The Obliviousness – At first Betty sees the Daniel everyone else sees. Spoiled, uncaring, man-ho that he seems, she’s only willing to put up with it coz, gosh-darn, this is her dream, and she needs money to help her family. Even after Daniel comes and gives her the “I can’t live up to my perfect brother and I’m going to lose my job and any iota of respect I might have thought I’d had” speech, Betty still only believes that she and Daniel have reached a mutual understanding of respect. And she will continue in this oblivious state until out hero works up the nerve to kiss her, after which she will be immediately thrown into an “OMG how did I not realize I love him?” condition.

So, as you can see, Ugly Betty is going to be one long romance novel as our Hero and Heroine face problem after problem together, all the while trying to work out what exactly is going on between them. If the show can keep it up convincingly, I’ll be along for the ride, because truthfully, this is the kind of plot I just can’t say no to.

Sunday, February 18, 2007

Late year's resolutions

So, I know it’s almost the end of February, but still…
I’m not one for New Year’s Resolutions, never have been and quite probably never will be. I’ll admit, I’ve thought about it when people around me have been spouting “I’m going to loose weight/stop eating chocolate/not see my deadbeat ex for random sex any longer/get a new job etc etc,” but I just never came up with anything I could either a) care about enough to actually enforce, or b) think it was actually going to make much difference to my life.
However this year, this year I have something. Ok, it’s not a NYR, it’s more of a slogan that Cafrine and I came up with.
2007: It’s happening!
No, it’s not “happening in a far-out-groovy way.” The reason for this slogan is positive-ness. This year, believe things are going to happen and they damn-well will! I’m going to find an agent, and a publishing contract. My business is going to get off the ground, and I’m going to be healthier so I don’t feel sick every other day (damn endometriosis). It’s going to be a good year.
This is my belief for this year. Sure I’m probably going to have some moments where I could quite happily throw my computer out the nearest window, I’ll probably continue with chocolate-binging when I get a rejection, but this year is not going to be like other years. 7 is my lucky number. When I was a teenager, ‘97 was one of the best years I remember. Therefore, by reason of deduction, I’ve decided that ’07 is going to be just as good, probably better.
So, here I am Universe, ready for anything!