November 1st, 2007

Scorpio

This madness begins...NOW.

I woke up at 4 a.m. I woke up then to have more time this morning to write for National Novel Writing Month.

Yes, I'm already insane.

More!: Words of encouragement I just got from one of my best friends: "Stop reading and start writing! Write! Write! Write!"

And now I've got Michael Kamen's score to The Three Musketeers to get my flow goin'.
  • Current Music
    David Bowie, "Let's Dance"
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Whale fluke

3...2...1...

You know, this calendar might be a joke, but according to it November 1st is Percussion Day.

Also, at 10:10 a.m. Pacific Time 34 years ago, I was born. (Though come to think of it, I'm not sure what the Daylight Savings Time schedule was in 1973, so at this moment I might be 34 years and an hour old...or is it 33 years, 364 days, and 23 hours old? OHHHHH MY BRAIN HURTS.)

Info at link © The 2007 Every Day a Holiday Calendar, © 2006 by M. E. Cowan.
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    Meat Loaf, "For Crying Out Loud"
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Whale fluke

Another never-made movie: Star Trek a la Band of Brothers

Before J.J. Abrams got the chance to make his own Star Trek movie, Erik Jendersen, a writer who worked on Band of Brothers, wrote a proposal for basically a huge Star Trek war movie, set between Enterprise and the original series.

Merrick at Ain't It Cool News analyzes that script, which now won't get made but has ideas I find tantalizing. Star Trek has such a big universe, and I love to see that universe used in big and interesting ways.

In other movie news, for a movie that's actually a "go" to make (alert, happyspector), Tom Waits will play the Devil for Terry Gilliam! And here is the fan site page devoted to that film, which will be called The Imaginarium of Doctor Parnassus.
Scorpio

A discovery!

I think my novel is called Planet of Sound. Yes, after the Pixies song.

Word count later...

Oh, and I've meant to link to it, and now I do: This should take you to my NaNoWriMo profile page.

10:15 p.m. update: First day, and I've done 1,727 words. One thousand, seven hundred twenty-seven science fiction-ish words. You surprised my mind went there?

OK. Sleep now, so I can be ready again in the morning.