Lilith Saintcrow

Day Two of the Painfully-Squeezed Internet Addiction. I got through 3.5K yesterday, a difficult scene of female violence and another difficult scene of reactions. Characters aren’t acting how I thought they would, which is a good sign. Usually when the fire of creation is burning apace, the characters start surprising me. I just have to relax enough to let the Muse tell me how it really is.

I kind of wonder what brainwaves I’m using during intense writing sessions. I am aware of the outside world, but only in a small way–the mother in me keeping tabs on who’s where and what they sound like. The rest of me is sunk in a movie of the store, watching things play out and panning the camera around, making thousands of choices per minute (is that the right word? No, this is…) and generally feeling like a racecar or a cheetah going fast and hard just as it’s designed to. I could probably explain it better, but the timer is clicking by my elbow and I’ve only got a short amount of Internet “time” today.

I suppose I should thank Jordan Summers’s recent article on the Deadline Dames, about how writers are in danger of writing around Internet time and not the other way ’round. It really lit a fire under me to stop the nascent Internet addiction in its tracks. I also recommend Dame Devon’s post on daring to be bad. (There’s a reason I’m proud to be a Deadline Dame.)

And now for something COMPLETELY DIFFERENT. Not too long ago I was talking with friends about propaganda cartoons–specifically, the WWII Looney Tunes propaganda cartoons featuring Stalin as “Uncle Joe.” I mentioned that I’d heard of a Walt Disney “educate the troops about VD” cartoon from wartime, but was never able to find it. The UnSullen One didn’t find that one, but he did dig up a most awesome one from the 1970s, courtesy of Jezebel. Enjoy. Don’t say I never gave you nothin’.

Off I go. Errands to run and wordcount to achieve. See you ’round, chickadees.

Well, Beaverton, anyway. Will I get burned at the stake if I say “close enough”?

I will be attending Candy Tan’s signing in Beaverton on April 15. This hilarious half of the Smart Bitches, Trashy Books team will be reading from (and signing) their newly-published Beyond Heaving Bosoms: The Smart Bitches’ Guide to Romance Novels. This promises to be a truly awesome event! I’ll be bringing my copy (and perhaps body parts) for her to scrawl upon.

I had Wednesday all scheduled to be a day off. No workout, nothing but catching up on some emails and generally rewarding myself for being such a good girl with the short stories.

Now I’m looking at the mountain of laundry, the mess all through the house, the arrangements for dinner, the sunny day outside and the schoolwork for the kids, as well as that Watcher nvel I should be making some headway on…

…and my sad little panda heart cries, I tell you. CRIES.

I have also gotten accustomed to the Twitter thing. It’s strangely compelling. (Though I am still stand by my promise never to upload that “tweets for the day” thing to my blog. I will spare you that.)

I suppose I should address something else, too–I’m sure all my LJ friends have noticed that comments are feeding onto my main blog instead of being open on LJ. This isn’t because someone torqued me off and I took my toys and left. (Dudes, come on. This is me. It would be all out in the open.) I just have limited time, and updating several blogs was not happening. The plugins I have for updating LJ and InsaneJournal (let’s face it, IJ is a backup…for several reasons) won’t let me keep comments open on LJ and closed on IJ. And…well, not to put too fine a point on it, but with the recent need for the Comment Policy, I also needed a way to track and contain some trolls. So, it’s a variety of reasons that have ended up with me just slamming out the blog posts here and hitting “publish” and going on with the rest of my day.

I do still read my f-list (religiously) and, as the Selkie suggested last night, I will strive to comment occasionally so you know I’m still around. And there are a couple filters on the f-list I will still post to sporadically, just because I loffs you all so much.

I’m sure everyone wanted to know about that. *rolls eyes* I must have nothing else to talk about. Except deadlines and the consistency of the oatmeal my brain has turned into today. I am unsure whether the zombies prefer firm-packed or runny brains.

Oh, except this, gacked from Jeff Somers this morning. (If you haven’t read his The Electric Church–ZOMG, what are you waiting for?) Wikipedia is a nice starting place for some research, but don’t depend on it. Sooner or later that dependency will bite you right in a tender portion of your anatomy. It’s like any other research–you can trust if you want to, but verify the hell out of it first.

Now I’ve got the kitchen to clean up and some kind of order to bring to my day. I suspect I will fail dreadfully, given my current oatmeal-brained state of apathy. I need to get some characters to a snake cage at feeding time. THAT’S going to be fun. I leave you with this fun little video. Which I enjoyed the hell out of and scared the kids with. (I was laughing so hard I started coughing, and the Princess thought I was having some sort of attack. She’s still mystified.)

There now, wasn’t that nice? *snorfle* *giggle* *chuckle*

*wanders off, muttering to self*

From the wonderful Mazoku, who sent this to me after I inflictedshared the Blockbuster Video ninja mice commercial with her.

Lyrics, etc., here.

Is it wrong that I find this irresistibly attractive? And that I laughed until I made a heening sound over it, during a break from bashing my head against the wall of an unruly manuscript?

If that IS wrong, I don’t wanna be right.

I’ve lost my mind and joined the dark side.

Yes, I said I’d never do it. And no, I’m not going to be doing updates from Twitter.

And yes, I just saw Lucifer. He was carrying ice skates.

Go ahead. Laugh at me. Go on.