Lookie over yonder! Yep, she crossed the finished line five days early with 50,266. Go, Roz! She’s going to finish this chapter and then get her word-count validated so it says she’s a winner and not just a wiener with a bunch of words.
The book still isn’t finished. It’s still Saturday night, and a good way to tell what we’re up to is to consider the fact that her 50,000th word was “chocolate.” Put “hot” in for the 49,999th, and you can pretty much tell what we’re up to.
Raising our ten cups of hot chocolate with yours…
Here’s to her getting there and her continuing to see us through our weekend.
There’s a week left of NaNoWriMo, and she got less than 5,000 to go. Obviously, she’s ahead, and true to her overachieving self, she’s shooting to hit the magical 50,000 on Monday when the validate-to-win option comes into play.
As for the ever-lovable DWD, we’re still in Saturday evening, and there’s no way our weekend will be wrapped up in 5,000 words. In other non-countable words: Even if she wins Monday, the book will not be complete. We just finished dinner, and I know it’s hard to believe, but there’s a complication, a frickin’ wrench in the works.
We’re moving, though, and it’s pretty amazing that she’s actually keeping up with us this time. Where there’s a will, there’s a word-count.
To 50,000 and beyond!
NaNoWriMo has passed the halfway mark. The author is ahead on the blessed word count, despite all her pissing and moaning that her brain hurts.
Laura just did the “Sutter! Cigarette?” thing, and I could sure use a break.
Life goes on.
Well, we just finished breakfast at Maggie and Susan’s. Now, everyone looks kind of grotesque, and that has nothing to do breakfast.
As you can see from the NaNoWriMo counter over yonder, the author is plugging away. She’s ahead of schedule, even taking into account that she has a standing commitment on Tuesdays that leaves her with none of the brain cells required to write.
Her motivation is flagging, though, I must say. The powers-that-be say that’s normal, but it makes the author as distracted as a toddler. Maybe we could have her write with alphabet blocks or something. We’re doing our best to keep her moving. In fact, we’ve been behaving like little angels. Okay, except for the stuff pertaining to the actual weekend. I mean as the major players in this book writing business, we have remained on task, haven’t taken her on any tangents, haven’t been playing head games with her. Yep, well behaved.
So please send some good thoughts in our direction. She can be very hard to live with. Oh, and if you have any extra Halloween candy lying around…
She’s writing! She’s writing at the speed of, well, a snail. A very speedy snail, though. A snail on roller skates. Make that a skateboard since I don’t think snails have feet. Just a gross snotty sucky thing. Jesus, who veered the conversation to this?
Anyway, yes, she’s writing here on the first day of NaNoWriMo. Most importantly, she’s writing about us! Claudia and I just arrived at Maggie and Susan’s. The smartass cop and Holly arrived mere moments before us. Let the games begin! … Fine, we’ll wait for the others.
Watch that Roz-O-Meter over yonder. It’s going to move by day’s end. This is going to be a looooog month.
Holy shit, we have been silenced far too long! Sometimes when life rains, it’s a frickin’ shit-storm. But, the author has weathered it (mostly) and fondly remembers us. Time, once again, for us to move on with our life.
She’s got some people in here that have nothing to do with us. She’s been hanging with them over the past weeks, trying to beef up those atrophied literary muscles. She plans to have them taken care of soon. Because you know what? NaNoWriMo starts on November 1st, and she’s all in again. She has a rough outline of LAC 18, which is kind of stupid in my estimation. We live the damn thing, we know what happens, and we’re more than eager to tell her—as we always have.
LAC 18 is a Maggie and Susan weekend. It’s November, which is good since she’ll be writing in November. She thinks the title is L-Word B-Word, not to be confused with L-Word C-Word, which is why she’s hesitant to give it that title. What, like we’re not bright enough to tell the difference?
She has a new office with a fireplace and a shitload of wood at the ready. She has a new coffee maker. She has a stockpile of snacks and Halloween candy. And, most importantly, she has us. Seriously, what more could she possibly need?
Except you guys.
We sure as hell hope you’ve weathered her shit-storm of silence and are still there. You’d better be, or we’ll have to send the cop out to find you. Or, God forbid, Ginny.
Subjects, Lesbian Adventure Club: Book 17 will be officially released in the morning. However… I happen to know that it’s already in the LAC bookstore. It says on the site that it is expected to be in stock tomorrow. Despite that, you can purchase and download it now. Just don’t tell anyone I told you that, but feel free to brag that you read it before it was released.
It should be available for Kindle by week’s end and in paperback sometime next week. It takes longer for it to become available at the other outlets. You’ll have to hold your horses or get it while it’s hot in our bookstore.
She finally finished LAC 17, and now it’ll move on to editing. It has a title, a cover, and a blurb. We are getting there! It should be ready by month’s end, but keep in mind she still has a couple of those major life events on the horizon. With those things, you never frickin’ know.
Blurb: Kate and Claudia are sick and tired of LAC weekends sending them through an emotional wringer. As this month’s hostesses, they have vowed to avoid their typical wussy ways and do nothing less than mess with the crew. Can they pull it off, or is the deck stacked against them?