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GUYS

HEY, GUYS

I STARTED WRITING STUFF.

I know, right? I'm as startled as anyone. At 11:30 last night I actually sat down and started work on the new book, formerly known as the Genderfuckery Space Opera, currently titled "The Valet of Anize". I got 1200 words last night, not all of them sequential (y helo thar later scenes), and I'm hoping to get about 800-900 per day, which is what I averaged while writing Nameless for the first time. I'd be happy with 500, though. I was unemployed while writing Nameless after all.

It's going to be hard going and there's still a lot I'm figuring out, because one of the main focuses of the book is on gender presentation. The protagonist of the story (and the narrator) is required by hir job to present as gender-neutral and hir biological gender isn't indicated even to the reader -- plus it's complicated by the fact that another focus of the story is on power relationships, since the narrator is a professional servant. And all of this is ALSO complicated by the fact that it's set at least a few centuries in the future on another planet. Because why make my life easier?

Anyway, I hope to have the first chapter up by the end of the week if not sooner. Allow me to show you things that come out of my head!

YAY WRITING. I LOVE THE WORLD THIS MORNING.

Things I also love: laundry service, beef sandwiches, the current weather, my new WIAD prompt.

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And then I spent all day not writing anything :D Ah well. I cleaned the kitchen! And portions of the living room. It's pretty clean except for the giant box of books in the corner from where I have run out of bookshelf.

I also did a bit of poking around in varous advertising websites and you guys, I thought I was pretty good at this PR stuff but internet advertising makes my head hurt. Noooooo, do not waaaaaaant. *hides*

So instead I watched retro TV on YouTube. Tastes like 1970!

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Okay. Here goes nothing.

Let's preface this: I have been generally acclaimed The Internet's Cranky Old Man. You know that the things I say, I say with love. Vitriol, but love. It's a thing.

( Reasons I Hate Twitter. )

Having got my dislike of Twitter off my chest, allow me to announce that I'm tweeting. OH WHATEVER STOP LAUGHING.

I do want to make a few things clear:

1. This is a broadcast account. I'm not following anyone on it. I can barely deal with the social politics of LJ, you guys!
2. Of the fifty-odd followers currently, only three were pre-informed: Foxy, Nick, and Simon, who talked/cajoled/shamed me into it. The rest found me randomly or through them.
3. I have been known to reply, but @ing me isn't a guarantee.
3a. Why yes, my icon is super awesome.

It will not be fed to my LJ page, because that's insanely annoying. But it's there, and having taken it out for a test spin in the past few weeks I appear to be able to make use of it on a regular basis. So if that's your bag, have fun. I don't get it, but I realised that I don't actually have to.

http://twitter.com/ouija_sam/