Tattoo

Nope, still don't have one. Yes, I'm still planning on that mobius on my ankle. The thing is, I know that if I get that, I'll want something more, but what that is, I'm not yet sure. I have ideas, symbolism floating through my head. Thanks to Avey, I've an artist in mind who might be the one to do it. Whatever it is. Check out her galleries. *glee*

Gypsy Jill is in the same mall in Redmond that Avey works at (B&N), and she's the first on her list to see if she can apprentice as a tattoo artist. Anyone here know much about what, if any, tattoo artists/shops around Seattle or Redmond might be willing to have a talented artist apprentice for free? Is that even possible? She's nervous as heck, and she's never been very confident about her artwork, despite my praise and reassurance (and that of many others)--I mean just check out the comics and pics she did for ThinkKink.net!. I would rather see her succeed in this venture and find confidecne in the rest of her artwork. So, recommendations?

Writing

Frustrated. Need to read the Kushiel series over and over while I work on this book so I can keep Carey's writing style in my head. I'm having a hard time reconciling my notes of scenes in the novels in third person when most of the novel is in first person, and reminding myself that at some point I'm going to have to provide third person chapters for a different character later on in the book. Like in part two or however I divide it up later. It's frustrating. It seems like in trying to back away from my former emotional attachments to the main characters, their whole sexual/romantic tension is going away. What's to get so excited about? Hrm. Will have to figure out what to do about it as I write and later when I go through the first revision. My goal is, whether it completes the book or not, to use NaNoWriMo this year as an excuse to pound out 50,000 words in this novel and get myself on the right track.

Thus far, since my last writers' group meeting (over a week ago!), I've only written about 4,000 words. My minimum quota is 5,000 a week, and by this afternoon, I should have finished twice what I've gotten down on the page. The only reason I have as much as I do is because I did over 1600 in a day, and I've only spent three days actively writing. Argh. I know I'm moving at the end of the month, but you'd think I'd have the decency to write more. So I need to make up for time lost. On top of the 4,400 I've left for the week, I need to also write an additional 4,000 for the last week plus. Argh. I hate falling behind.

Oh yeah, and I'm supposed to edit something. *headdesk*

I'm going to pack and clean. Maybe it will help me get my head on straight. Also need to purchase at least the first book in the Kushiel series to get my flow going. Was it really all in first person perspective? How did I not notice that when I've been working on a first person persp. novel for six years? *kicks self*

Spamalot!

*sniffles* Tim Curry and Alan Tudyk are playing in Spamalot through December 1st.


In New York.


Surely, my mother's friend Liz would welcome us out there for Thanksgiving weekend or something. Right? *starry-eyed* Sure, Tim's no longer in fishnets, so he's not doing it for me, but I love him. Like a cross-dressing uncle. But Alan Tudyk. Within reach to be touched. *purrs*

Ok, now that thought's not going to help me sleep tonight.