S.M. Carrière's Blog, page 207

Fallen Behind Already

Yesterday was a terrible day for writing. I only managed about 1 500 words, as you can tell from the handy bright green word count metre on the side there. --->
In my defence, I was in a bad mood, and needed some humour to cheer myself up. Clearly I got distracted by Qi.
That means today I must write about 1 500 words to make it up. So much for Friday's off.
Le sigh!
Well, mustn't complain.

Don't Wanna!

Ugh! It's only Thursday morning, and it feels like it ought to be Friday afternoon. It's been a pretty rough week at work, largely because people are stupid and I, being a lowly receptionist, am the scapegoat.
I don't mind getting into trouble if I've done something wrong. I really hate getting into trouble if someone else has done something wrong.
Ugh!
Anyway, you probably have a million

And On It Goes

Well, you all pretty much know the drill by now.
I shall endeavour to write 3 000 words today. If I make it, and there's enough time left over, I shall be watching Qi as a reward.
As you can see, nothing has changed. Nothing, zip, zilch, nada, zero. You wonder why I write? Well, it's to save myself from soul-sucking boredom. That's why I write. Everyday I come into work. It's the most

Catchy Title Escapes Me

Well, today marks day two of writing Ethan Cadfael (The Battle Prince). It started off very seriously, but I will hopefully be lightening the mood a little shortly.
I'll probably be less enthused about this project after the first month of writing, as usually seems to be the case, but I am still thrilled to be working on something unrelated to The Great Man. It's a fresh world with a fresh set

Mondayitis

I never thought such an affliction existed, having never really experienced it before. This might be a one-off instance of hating Mondays specifically, so I'm still not convinced that it does exist.
In any case, I hate today.
I'm still furious at my bank, and will be having a chat to them today. If I get nowhere, I'll be switching banks. This is just ridiculous.
I'm not impressed with myself.

Wanion

A misfortune or calamity; a curse, mischief. Chiefly used as an imprecation in the phrases, with a wanion, and wanions on you. - Edward Lloyd's Encyclopaedic Dictionary, 1895

They've Got a Little List

... and I'm on it! Whoo hoo!You might find the my enthusiasm a little odd when you find out that I'm on an author boycott list. I had no idea I was there until Renee Miller and Rita Webb (who contributed to and edited (respectively) the anthology Unlocked in which one of my stories appears) told me directly.The list belongs to pretend industry watch-dogs The Write Agenda. Here's the list.

Book Review: The Hobbit

The Hobbit by J.R.R. TolkienMy rating: 5 of 5 starsThis was an incredibly adorable tale.Directed for a very young audience, this had none of the epic, melancholic overtones of The Lord of the Rings, and makes for a lovely lighter read. As I read I could imagine myself reading this aloud to my children (whenever I have them).Tolkien has a wonderful habit of injecting his own voice into the story

Chillin' and Workin' Simultaneously

How do I do it? I don't know. It sort-of just happened.Yesterday, I made the conscious decision to stick with my policy of resting for at least a week after finishing a project before I start writing again. Sort-of.I spent the day watching re-runs of Qi episodes. An aside, I really envy you in the UK who get this stuff on air. It's a really brilliant programme! I would happily move to the

Free! ... to Catch Up

Well, it was a lovely long weekend! I spend a lovely time with friends and being outside in the sunshine has done wonders for my disposition. That andI'VE FINISHED BOOK 5!!!! FREEDOM!!!!I'm thrilled to be finished for several reasons. The first is that it's always exciting to be done a project. The second is that this particular project was very hard on my psyche. No, seriously. It gave