Archive for March, 2006
What Stace had to say on Friday, March 31st, 2006
|You Are 52% Abnormal
You are at high risk for being a psychopath. It is very likely that you have no soul.
You are at medium risk for having a borderline personality. It is somewhat likely that you are a chaotic mess.
You are at medium risk for having a narcissistic personality. It is somewhat likely that you are in love with your own reflection.
You are at medium risk for having a social phobia. It is somewhat likely that you feel most comfortable in your mom’s basement.
You are at low risk for obsessive compulsive disorder. It is unlikely that you are addicted to hand sanitizer.
So why haven’t you all entered my contest? Hmm?
Crossed 40k on the vamps this morning, meaning I’ve done about 8k words in the last 4 days-so right about at my weekly goal. Hopefully I’ll get at least another 1000 in tonight. It s’all mapped in my head, so this is the easy part.
Plus, boy is it fun to work with the iPod. If I’d known having music playing was so awesome when I write I’d have done it ages ago.
What Stace had to say on Tuesday, March 28th, 2006
I could have sworn yesterday I responded to somebody’s post about plastic surgery. I could have sworn it was someone I’m fairly familiar with.
Today I cannot for the life of me remember who posted it, or find it anywhere.
Am I insane, and my insanity is now manifesting itself in imaginary blog posts by imaginary people? Did I show up at somebody’s blog and start blathering about breast enlargement apropos of nothing?
UPDATE! I found it! I really am stupid, because it was posted on Kate Lang’s wonderful blog, The Confessional. This is doubly, triply embarrassing because Kate is a member of Indulge, the erotic romance writers group I just joined. I’ll be posting more on that tomorrow. Meanwhile, I’m going to hide my head in shame.
What Stace had to say on Monday, March 27th, 2006
I know I have some fabby creative buddies here on Blogger, so do pop over to my website blog and enter my contest!
What Stace had to say on Sunday, March 26th, 2006
A couple of pics from yesterday’s drive through foggy Dartmoor:
What Stace had to say on Wednesday, March 22nd, 2006
I finished the elves the other day. Yay me! It needs some editing (duh) but it is complete. Which makes me happy.
I planned to finish the vamps now. But to be honest, I don’t know if it’s even worth it. Vamps aren’t really selling anymore-there are a few pubs still interested, and they’re the ones I’m targeting, but I’m just not sure. Part of me thinks I should start one of my new projects and just focus on that.
But which one? I have a total stand-alone. I have a medieval that is very, very loosely connected to another medieval. Then I have a trilogy.
Part of me thinks I should work on the stand-alone first. It’s a fun idea and I’m excited about it. But the trilogy has been simmering in my head for a couple of years now, and I think it’s pretty good, but there are a few plot issues I’m still unsure about. Of course I’d resolve those first, but still.
Also going to work on a couple of subs for EC’s 2007 Cavemen antho. And a few novellas-my subconscious is fleshing those out as we speak. Or, you know, as I type and you read.
Anyway. I’m going to keep working on the vamps for the moment, because the rest of the book really is so clear in my head. I’ll see where I am in a week or so, I guess.
But hey, I finished that damn book. Thank the Gods.
What Stace had to say on Sunday, March 19th, 2006
We just finished watching “Beyond the Sea”, the Bobby Darin biopic starring and directed by Kevin Spacey.
Hmmm. It wasn’t awful, it just wasn’t that good either.
To start with, they use as a framing device the idea that Darin is making a movie about his own life. This comes up in the beginning and never again, except that the kid playing Darin in the movie somehow becomes the actual young Darin and follows him around. Bleh. It was kind of a cross between every biopic ever and Cold Case.
Then, to that conceit is added another-The Watch. Spacey and the kid have a watch (get it? Because clocks are metaphors for hearts-tick tock! Get it? Do ya?), and every once in a while the kid shows up and ominously says something like, “My watch is slowing down.”
The actual events of Darin’s life are skimmed over; the film prefers to focus on his obsession with his Mom and his singing. So one minute he meets Sandra Dee and falls instantly in love (I guess), then they spend a few days together with her Mom, then one day alone, then they’re married. Her Mom forces Sandra to choose between them. Sandra chooses Bobby. We guess her Mom really meant it because we never see her again. Then in the blink of an eye they have a kid, then he’s like five, then Bobby Kennedy is killed and Darin goes off to live by himself in a trailer and write simpering, facile protest songs about how “the people” don’t want war. Somewhere in there he and Sandra divorced, I guess, but that’s not really made clear.
Then he figures out that if he sings those songs in a snazzy suit with an African-American choir behind him, people will swallow that feeble crap. Seriously, this ain’t “Blowin in the Wind” we’re talking about here, and even that isn’t that great. (“Like A Rolling Stone”, of course, is fantastic, but I digress.)
Then he’s dead…or is he?!?! Because as he’s being loaded into an ambulance, we’re treated to the following:
Darin, singing by himself, lit by a spotlight, in a darkened club;
The kid, picking up the now-stopped watch, and throwing it;
The watch becoming the head of Darin’s microphone.
Then, Darin starts singing “As Long As I’m Swinging”, with the kid. A duet, between the Old and Young Darins. This turns into a full-blown dance routine, and they’re joined by other men and boys-a NAMBLA chorus line, if you will. The point of this tedious exercise is underlined in the inevitable “updates” just before the credits (after, of course, the stage lights have gone off, so we REALLY understand what’s happened). They tell us that “Robert Quessado (or whatever his real name was) died in 1973. Bobby Darin is still swinging!”
That’s right, folks-the deep and important message here is that Bobby Darin lives on through his music! Can you believe it?! I’ve never heard that sentiment before!
That, or “Every time Bobby Darin sings, an angel gets its wings.”
Whichever you prefer.
What Stace had to say on Saturday, March 18th, 2006
I seriously am writing the last scene of the elves, and I cannot finish it. Every time I pull up the Word doc, one or the other of my children decides that’s the time to hop in my lap or ask for lemonade or tell me they’re thirsty or poo or whatever else they can come up with. I can sit and play online for half an hour without them noticing-the minute that ms comes up they neeed me.
Had another thought the other day. I’ve read a few things lately about blogs, and how to make your blog popular, and stuff like that.
They all seem to be in agreement that your blog needs a “theme”. Like, it should be about something, other than just your stupid rantings and thoughts about life in general.
Would that be more interesting? Would it be better to hear my stupid thoughts about one particular subject and its many facets, or to hear my stupid thoughts about all sorts of different subjects, including what has been referred to as “boring stuff about kids”?
Or are my stupid thoughts just boring all of the time, anyway?
So if you’re reading this, let me know. I’ll update more often if I know people like checking in here.
And tomorrow is Jenna Howard’s birthday-she’s having a “bog party” and I’ve donated a copy of Torrid Teasers Volume 1 as a prize, along with a lot of oher writers who’ve donated their work. So stop in and say hi tomorrow to enter for one! It’s here.
What Stace had to say on Monday, March 13th, 2006
Chapet Two getting much better reviews. Makes me a happy girl.
What Stace had to say on Sunday, March 12th, 2006
Chapter Two of The Black Dragon is up at the crapometer. I’m hoping it, since it was more extensively edited, redeems my writing ability at least somewhat.
Darn baby waking up.
What Stace had to say on Saturday, March 11th, 2006
I’m not updating anywhere because I’m sick. I have a cold and a cough I can’t shake- a dry cough that the Brits call “catarrh” which I like because it’s such a nice old word.
Slept and watched “Millenium” all day. Kids driving me nuts. Almost done with elves. You know what’s funny? I write romance, but I really think the straight on “love” moments are not my best thing. When the characters get all lovey-dovey at the end, and admit their feelings. I mean, I can do it, and it’s fine, but I admit it’s the hardest part for me to write. It’s usually the part I agonize over nad edit the most, it just doesn’t ever flow for me the way other parts do.
Hmm. Maybe because-and I hate to admit this because I fear it will turn people off my work-I’m really not that romantic a girl. Most of that stuff makes me a little queasy. It’s good in small doses, you know, but that’s it.
But then, I identify strongly with the woman the Supersuckers wrote the song “She’s My Bitch” about. So there you go.