Sunday, May 31, 2009

Argh! It's the end of May...

Stupid story! Be done, now! I command you! *waves hands authoritatively* You're my story! Obey me!

Hmm.

That didn't work. Surprise, surprise. Bah. I really need to get it done by the end of the week. I'm at 7000 words or so today. It shouldn't drag on for that much more. The ending keeps mutating in my mind, but I think I know what it is, now. The Salt Gang is getting more deeply entangled with the Librarian (of Hell). Probably a Bad Thing. I've filled in a few more names for the Hierarchy of Hell, using a few from the traditional lists, but more that I just made up myself. I think the end leads into the next story in the series. I have some ideas for the next one after that, too, but this is all useless unless I actually put my fingers on the keyboard and write the damn things.

So anyway. The tricky bit is to keep writing each time after I finish a scene, rather than getting stalled. Still, it's not all bad. While I'm not actively writing, new plot elements and turns do occur to me. There's apparently a whole legion (of skeletons!) lost in the void between the worlds for the past 50000 years or so. And it's not zombies that are the problem, but the ghouls. To the house, to the house! What will do they inside the house? Will they work there? Will they play there? A ghoul party! A big ghoul party!

A scene, another scene, another, and a few more, and then we should reach the end. Onward!

Friday, May 15, 2009

My scallion pancakes are made of fail

*sob* They really ought to be ridiculously simple to make. But I suppose I need a) more time (plan ahead! Of course they were bad...I made them in such a hurry!) and b) more practice. Even the best scallion pancakes look kind of ugly. Mine were just pathetic. I'd eat them, but wouldn't dare inflict them on unsuspecting preschoolers or their parents.

Anyway. I ought to learn to cook...something...someday. Something ethnic, or with a cool-sounding name, or something. Or maybe it'd be easier to give cool-sounding names to the...things...I cook for supper. Besides "I hate this supper" #1, "I hate this supper" #2, "Ewwww", etc. My kids ask me what's for dinner and all I can say is "food...stuff. Meat. Green leafy vegetable. Potatoes." It's not very inspiring. Let's see. Perhaps it's all part of Dwarven-American cuisine. "Khazadurin Kuiken a-Khursleek u-lentillen" ("curry chicken stew with leeks and lentils"). And if I learned some actual cooking terms in English (as opposed to, I dunno, Mandarin), that would help in writing about it. What do other families eat for dinner anyway?

But of course I'm currently writing about a gang of reincarnated ghosts who don't eat proper food at all. ARGH!

That's if I were actually WRITING the story, as opposed to thinking dark thoughts about it now and again. Butt in chair and type, you idiot.