So much. . .

I think I like it when nothing is going on.  Then I can do whatever I want.  I like having things to do, of course, and I get myself in charge of or involved in way to many things, but it's still nice when nothing is going on.

This is not one of those times.

And for some reason, my ears hurt a lot even though i wore ear plugs through most of work today.  I think it's the sinus issue aggravating everything.

Anyway, I'm trying to upload tracks to Bandcamp right now, and it takes entirely too long.  I'll be lucky if I get one album up today.  And by 'one album' I mean our EP which is only five songs long.  That's better than nothing though, and I can advertise that it's available online.
I'm going to upload our newest album last, because it hasn't been officially released and its official release is only going to be online.  So I figure that should be the last to go up.  I'm thinking about making a bandcamp site for myself as well and putting up my old album and my new hymn one when it's done.  anyway.

I wrote 1100 words for nanowrimo so far today.  I want to get more done tonight, and I'm hoping I can convince DH to go out to open mic even though I want to stay home so that I can write and go to bed really early (i'm very tired.  Think I have a sinus infection.)  I'm enjoying writing this story even though it only has the beginnings of a plot.

Work was fine, although maybe just because I know I'm quitting.  Quitting as soon as I have an income from another source.  I have to get a bit more info on when exactly I'll start getting paid at [ski resort] before I go taking myself out of the employment scene, as it were.  I'm
thinking it might very well be the last week of November.  But it also might not be until January.

Gosh, my ears hurt.  This is really quite rude.  I don't understand it and I feel as though I'm doing them permanent damage.  I truly hope it's related to my sinus situation.

Okay, track one uploaded and track two did not.  Trying track two again.

I have to teach Sunday School this weekend.  I have no idea what the lesson is.  Well, I know it has to do with David, but I'm not sure besides that.  I'll figure it all out Saturday night like I usually do.  Sunday is also Charge Conference, at which we learn lots of things about church bureaucracy and I attempt to get some useful information out of the D.S. regarding my pastor candidacy.

Oh, and Saturday I'm going to the doctor as well as the ski and snowboard expo.

All I want to do is avoid working tomorrow.  But I know that's not really an option.  There's this whole needing to make money business that I could really do without.  But there you are.  It's just the state of things.

I'll try to have a somewhat more coherent post later, if possible.  I'm very distracted by my terribly hurting ears and the fact that I'm typing on a different keyboard than normal.  Very different.  I find it hard to type on.  I am spending so much time thinking about typing that I am not thinking about writing, and so this is a scattered and confusing post, i fear.

In any case, I'm signing off.  See you later DW world.

Day Four

I almost met my word count goal for today.  I am about 150 words short.  I suppose I still have time to write them, and I might.  I've gotten into a groove of doing my last bit of writing for the night by hand, from bed.  It's sort of nice.

It is also nice that there is a fire going in my fireplace right now.  I cheated and used a fire log.  I justify it because I wanted ambiance rather than heat, and a fire with actual logs generates quite a bit.  Plus, a fire log is made of recycled materials.  I'll pretend that material usage and general impact of the manufacturing, packaging and shipping don't more than negate that.

I got 1100 words written at my parents this afternoon and then typed in what I'd handwritten last night.  I didn't write a whole ton besides that, but word-count-wise it still worked out.  I do think i have a bit of a better handle on my story and characters now, though.

I love learning things about the plot and the characters as I write.  I think it's the best thing about writing.  The surprises.  It would sound ridiculous to someone who doesn't write, I think, that you discover what the story is as you write it.  I didn't know that my FMC worked at a social services agency or that she had a best friend named Alana and I didn't know that she generally considered herself practical and realistic rather than imaginative or artistic.

I also learned that my MMC isn't going to make an appearance for a bit longer because his sister is currently representing him in his contact with my FMC.  My MMC is a lot more vulnerable than I realized and my FMC therefore needs to be a lot stronger, which she can be, she just doesn't know it yet.

Anyway, I could go on forever about my discoveries and what I've learned about my characters.  I love it.  And as I've said before, I'm far more into my characters than my plot.  The plot, to me, always ends up being a vehicle for the reader to get to know the characters and for the characters to get to know each other and themselves.  Now, when I say reader, it's purely hypothetical, as there is no reader besides myself.  So perhaps I should say writer instead.

I also learned that another one of my real-life friends is doing nanowrimo, so now there are four people I actually know who I also know are doing nanowrimo.  For all I am aware of there could be many more.  Two of them are actually in my area, which is cool.  And one is a state away and one is on another continent!

I am hoping work goes quickly tomorrow and somehow I'm done early so I can write.  I want to go out somewhere and write because it's generally more pleasant to me.  At the very least I have a library book to return in [childhood hometown], so maybe I'll write somewhere in the vicinity.  If there's anywhere with outlets.  It's not exactly the sort of town where people go out with their laptops to do work or 'surf the web' or have business meetings.  It's more of a meet up with the 'good old boys' or play some quick-draw sort of place.

And I'm getting sick of the available establishments in CP(current town where I life). Starbucks doesn't have much atmosphere, Panera has poor outlet placement, Borders is always full or the only seats available are in the middle of the room, which I dislike, [local coffee shop] is good, but i spent most of nano '09 there, and [other local coffee shop] is too fancy and staying-for-a-meal oriented for lengthy loitering of the writing type.  Oh, and the library has a strange ringing noise that no one else seems to notice but i find terribly distracting and headache-precipitating.

So i'm still looking for a place.  I'll keep you updated.