Four hours of freedom

Midnight will be here in four hours and some change.  This isn't the least prepared I've ever been for a National Novel Writing Month but it's close.  I plan on throwing some things in early on in case I get stuck later.  Like some mysterious spider creature in the woods everyone calls The Red Widow and cannibal mole people living beneath the hills.

Still, I feel fairly confident.  I know my main character pretty well and I can't wait to write some stuff featuring his childhood best friend, trailer park resident and hunting enthusiast Doyle Reed.  The bad guys still need some work but I probably don't need them until Sunday or Monday so I still have some time.

In other news, Fall has reached the maximum color level so there will be some picture taking this weekend.  In other other news, I'll have to change my reading goals again since I have another Lawrence Block ARC coming my way sometime soon.  It occurs to me that I should figure out how to get paid for reviews instead of just giving it away like a common strumpet.

Shit, I still need to come up with the name of my main town.  I'd better go...

One Week From Tomorrow...

I'm slowly hammering out the battle plan for Steelgrave, this year's NaNoWriMo project

Things I'm pretty sure of:

1. Jonah Steelgrave, 
2. his childhood best friend Doyle Reed
3. the relationship between our world and the world beyond the portal
1. The world beyond the portal's time flows differently.  A minute in our world equals an hour on the other side of the portal.  Consequently, sixty years pass on the other side for every one of ours.
2. There may be more than one portal
4. the magic system (a combination of The Magicians by Lev Grossman and the Granny Weatherwax books by Terry Pratchett)
5. the setup
6. the whereabouts of Jonah's missing mother at the beginning of the novel
7. the ending

Things yet to be done:

1. coming up with credible villains
2. the names of Jonah's childhood sweetheart and her husband
3. Jonah's father figure and his role in the proceedings
4. enough plot twists to keep everything going
5. the name of the town
6. the master "if I get stuck" list

Looks like I'm doing this

With a little over two weeks left, I'm officially tossing my writing hat through the NaNoWriMo ring.  I'm attempting a Rural Fantasy novel this year.  It makes more sense to me that nasty creatures would be lurking on the fringes of society rather than in booming metropolises.  Here's the teaser:

Jonah Steelgrave has been running from his eldritch destiny for almost a decade, fleeing his former country life for the big city.  When an ex-girlfriend asks him for help locating her missing sister and tells him his mother hasn't been seen in town for over a month, destiny finally wraps its bony fingers around his throat... 

Things to do:
- come up with character names other than Jonah and his mother.
- make the emergency list

Cicada Invasion!

Last night, I was reading in bed and my eyelids seemed to be made of concrete so I decided to take Belle out one last time and hang it up for the night.  She peed and we came back in, only we weren't alone...

A cicada flew in behind us, attracted by the kitchen light.  It chirped obnoxiously and flew circles around the chandelier.  Felix lept up from the floor and staked out the kitchen table, swiping at the cicada when it came into range.  Meanwhile, Belle's also got her eye on the hissing vermin and trotting around the kitchen table, not taking her eyes off it.

Felix managed to bring the cicada down but didn't do anything with it after that, to my dismay.  It wobbled back into the air and continued chirping and crashing into the light.  I grabbed a broom and hit the cicada out of the hair like it was a tennis ball and I was one of today's current tennis players, not Pete Sampras like I originally planned on writing.

It bounced off the wall and landed on the floor, right in the gab between the floor and where the trip used to be.  I swept it out of the crack  and it chirped on the floor.  After Belle had her sniff, I swept it outside, preventing my house from being infested by insectoid vermin while I slept.

Kinda sucked

So, right after we watched a Season 3 episode of Breaking Bad, Brittany prepared to leave for work and I prepared to take the dogs for a walk on what was probably the hottest day of the year.  We passed a house with a man working on the roof and I thought, "Man, it would suck to be working out in this heat."

The dogs performed admirably on the walk, due to the intense heat and humidity and also that they were still recovering from a Saturday romp at my parents'.  We returned to the house and the garage door was closed.  I thought "It would suck if Brittany locked us out."

Yadda yadda yadda, she did.  After checking the basement door, I walked to the one neighbor whom I thought might still have my back door key from the days when my parents owned the house.  She wasn't home.  I walked around the house, panting dogs in tow, and checked all the windows.  All locked.  And my cell phone was on the kitchen table, right next to my keys.

As I cursed and tried to decide which neighbor I'd impose on to call my dad.  Then I remembered I felt a draft next to one of the basement windows a couple days before.  I walked up to the unattached garage and it was blessedly unlocked.  I procured a screwdriver and walked back to the basement window, dogs still in tow.

After some amateur breaking and entering, I popped the screen out and slid the window open.  Daisy, still leery of me after living in my house for almost three months and knowing me for about a year, was surprisingly understanding.  I said "I know you're not going to like this but I'm going to pick you up now.  She didn't struggle and let me carry her into the darkness of the basement.

Belle, my faithful hound of nearly 13 years, was almost as understanding.  She stood at the open window and looked at me.  "Belle, this is our house.  I'm going to pick you up now."  She yielded but wasn't happy about it.  Soon, we were all navigating the Stygian darkness of the basement.  I don't think Belle quite understood where we were until we reached the basement steps.  Soon, we were again in the welcoming light of the main floor of the house and all was well with the world.  I gave the dogs treats and they were soon napping in front of the air conditioning vents on the living room floor.

Bands I've seen live

Bands I've seen live (This is a very ska-heavy list)

1. The Toasters
2. The Secretaries
3. Isaac Green and the Skalars
4. Skavoovie and the Epitones
5. Let's Go Bowling
6. Unsteady
7. The Skatalites
8. The Slackers
9. Chris Murray
10. The Suicide Machines
11. AFI
12. Avail
13. Apocalypse Hoboken
14. Assorted Jelly Beans
15. The Weaker Thans
16. The Specials
17. They Might Be Giants
18. The Reverend Horton Heat
19. Los Straitjackets
20. Southern Culture on the Skids
21. Deke Dickerson
22. Big Sandy and the Fly-Rite Boys
23. Eastern Standard Time
24. The Green Room Rockers
25. The Aggrolites
26. Mr. T-Bone
27. Dr. Ring-Ding
28. Monkey
29. Toots and the Maytals
30. Flogging Molly
31. The Pinstripes
32. Deals Gone Bad
33. The Pietasters
34. Split Lip Rayfield
35. Bonerama
36. The Gadjits
37. Mephaskapheles
38. Red Stripe Allstars
39. Murder City Players
40. The Pinstripes
41. Dan Pothast
42. MU-330
43. Lawrence Arms
44. Alkaline Trio
45. Dale Watson
46. Spring-Heeled Jack
47. Th' Legendary Shack Shakers

Huh, I guess I haven't seen that many bands live.  It felt like more than this but there are a lot of multiples on the list.  I've seen the Slackers 20 times and a few of the other bands four or five times.  There are some smaller bands whose names I either don't remember or don't care to mention.

The Writing Bug

The writing bug has been gnawing at my brainstem for the past couple weeks.

I have a character I want to use and the world he inhabits but I can't decide what story to tell with him.  I love the idea of a world resembling Edwardian England, complete with British Empire, but with magic.  And an air force of magically enhanced aerostats.

I'm also long overdue to start revising Between Hell and a Hard Place.  Too bad reading is way easier than writing.