tinpra

So it's later...early afternoon to be exact, and I've finished my word count for today. Ugh! I am so sick of this thing. Talk about piece of stinking crap. Maybe I wouldn't feel so bad if I didn't know this was going to be part of my larger novel. It's so bad! So incredibly bad. I almost gave up last night b/c I couldn't see why I was still doing this. I know in the Neil Gaimen pep talk he said his agent said all writers get to this point, but, y'know, they've got an agent. I've just got my ego. And my ego? She is hiding herself from the stinking pile of poo that is this novel. Why the heaven would anyone read this thing? It's only barely a vampire novel. Oy. Ugh and oy. i still plan on breaking through 40k by tomorrow, and 45k by the weekend.

Anyway, I have a rant about a stem cell article I saw on MSN a couple of days ago, but I don't think I have the strength to really get into in the well thought out manner it deserves. I mean if I end up getting reamed for my views, I'd like to have a good foundation to back myself up with. Minor detail, I know.

Was also gonna work on that alt!Kitty bio of doom that I was ranting about a few weeks ago. So not. I've actually closed Word for the first time in weeks. I can't be so bothered with the program right now. All I can deal with is email, fic, and spider solitaire.