April 7th, 2006


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I see have befuddled some people with the phrase cat exploded. I stole this phrase from Neil Gaiman some years ago, after he described the writing process this way:

...I may well start posting daily word counts and the 'had a good writing day'/'had a bad writing day' stuff that life writing a novel tends to become. (When writing a novel that's pretty much entirely what life turns into: "House burned down. Car stolen. Cat exploded. Did 1500 easy words, so all in all it was a pretty good day." "Got call this morning to say I'd got Nobel Prize for literature. Wrote less than 300 words (285) probably unusable, so lousy day." And so forth.

So basically, "the cat exploded" means it was a good writing day. :)

That's the sum total of what I've got to say this morning. I'll post the book winners at about 2pm my time, which will be 24 hours from the original posting. If you missed it and want in, I'm sending a signed copy of THUNDERBIRD FALLS to the two people who are closest to my chosen number between 1 and 500. You only get one guess. :)
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wikipedia meme

Gakked from dancinghorse and nwhyte, among others. I think I've done this before, so I tried to pick ones I didn't know about. :)

Go to Wikipedia (http://www.wikipedia.org/). Type in your birth date (but not year). List three events that happened on your birthday. List two important birthdays and one interesting death. Post this in your journal.

1495 - Friar John Cor records the first known batch of scotch whisky.
1533 - Henry VIII of England's new wife, Anne Boleyn, is crowned as queen.
1909 - The Alaska-Yukon-Pacific Exposition world's fair opens in Seattle, Washington, United States.

1563 - Robert Cecil, 1st Earl of Salisbury, English statesman and spymaster (d. 1612)
1801 - Brigham Young, Mormon church leader and American western settler (d. 1877)

1968 - Helen Keller, American humanitarian (b. 1880)

and the winnahs are...

kallianeira, with her guess of 375 (1 off from my Ted-chosen number 376) and, oh, hey, madmiss, who lives nearby so I don't even have to ship the book to her muahahahah ahem with 121, which was the closest to my me-chosen number of 128, are the lucky winners of signed copies of THUNDERBIRD FALLS. :) kallianeira, if you'd be so good to email me your address (cemurphyauthor at gmail dot com), I'll do my best to get my act together and send books! :)

In the meantime, 2200ish words so far today, and I'm ready to be done with the book. Ted, who knows me better than I know myself when it comes to my writing habits, said last night, "Don't let wanting to be done stop you from finishing." *laugh* (Yesterday I was chatting with Tammy and when I stopped Ted said, "Who were you talking to?" because he could tell I wasn't writing because I was typing too fast for too long. Several minutes later I was typing just as fast but staring vacantly off to the right, and he said, "Ah, *now* you're writing." (The story, it appears, does not reside on the screen, but very frequently off somewhere to the left or right, or possibly under the cat, or where have you, but not on the screen.) Ted is very good at recognizing this. He also recognizes an idea striking me, and when it's a good one, and when I've just thought of something really diabolical, and all sorts of things. It's pretty funny. *laugh*)

(BTW, Rhonnie: you might have been more successful in your attempt at winning one of the books if you'd actually *guessed a number*, you goofball. I don't see a frog!)

oh, sod it

I believe I'm coming to terms with my fate and accepting I'm not gonna write any more than 2200 words today. 2200 isn't at all bad, but it's not even a whole chapter, so that's sort of a bother. But Ted and I went into Cork to try to deliver madmiss's book, only she had the nerve to leave work early when I hadn't, like, warned her we were coming or anything. Sheesh. Of all the thoughtless things... :)

So since we were in Cork, Ted and I went to see Ice Age 2, which was very cute, then came back to Cobh and went out to dinner, in the guise of celebrating signing contracts/getting book copies/finishing a book...nevermind that I haven't actually finished the book yet. It's been a very nice evening, and I'd intended to come home and finish chapter 25, but I've been socializing instead and *pathetic look* it's nice to talk to people. So don't condemn me for it, ok? *sniffle*

Wow. Having so many conversations I'm having a hard time writing this. That's actually kinda nice. Having a cool conversation with thenomain about anime and one with rfrancis about writing. Just chatting with lease and debela. *happy sigh*

Breic called me last night to have the hiccups at me. I told him to tell his mother to give him a spoonful of peanutbutter, because sometimes that helped hiccups go away. He asked me to repeat myself three times (What? WHAT? WHAT?) then turned and said, very carefully, "I should have some hic! peanutbuthic! peanutbutter because somehic! sometimes that helps my hiccups go away!" So he was *listening* *really* hard to me, to make sure he understood everything I said before he repeated it back to Deirdre. :) Cute little boy. After a while he forgot about the phone, so I hung up on him and gchatted Deirdre to tell her I'd hung up on her son. She said that seemed like a reasonable thing to do. :)

For some reason, warren_ellis keeps coming up in conversation tonight. I admire the hell out of Warren. He's caustic and nasty and I wouldn't want to spend a night in his mind, but he has passion and focus and a talent for seeing the internet as an art form. He demands that people (his Unholy Army, I believe the LJ followers are called) entertain him through it, thereby begetting creativity. He challenges people. He finds and pimps new music, new artists, new photographers, new writers, investing all sorts of angry enthusiasm in them and turning other people on to them. He does, in short, all kinds of interesting shit I wish I had the right kind of mind or drive to do. Not that I lack drive or anything, but there are moments when I do wish I knew how to do what he does.

(...otoh, I am at the moment listening to "Oops, I Did It Again" via Ted's laptop, which probably somehow says every last thing about why Warren Ellis does the kinds of things he does, and why Catie Murphy does the kinds of things she does.)

Anyway, one of the things rfrancis and I were talking about (well, I was talking about it; Russ didn't have a forum in mind that he mentioned) was something like using an LJ to write short fiction just to grab people for a moment and see how they responded. I love the idea. I think it'd be a blast.

I'd never do it. Warren did, with mistersleepless, and I'd be doomed if I tried using that as a template (my mind is not at *all* like Warren Ellis's, for which both my husband and myself are grateful), but even if I used my own template, it's incredibly unlikely I'd ever do it. Which is kind of a pity.

'course, I don't have his legions of fanboys that make it half the fun, either, so maybe it's just as well.

I think I need to stop writing and go to bed now. :)