Greetings from the other side of the first day of NaNoWriMo! How did you do? I got 3337! Thank goodness for Outlines! Of course, as I was driving to work this morning, I realized I hadn't spent too much time thinking about what the first scene would actually be. I mean, I knew what was going to happen: sick aunt, hint of suspense re the future guardian, I even managed to put in the bit about the son that's going to be a problem later.
I hope I'm not makin' my girl too sweetsie. I mean it is a Regency Romance type deal, and she's gotta be a well mannered, nice girl. Right? Please tell me I'm right. I mean, she's not perfect. I know she can't be perfect. Ok. I'll obsess about that later. I think it went well. I didn't do too much staring at the wall or mumbling to myself, and I got the 3337 words in about 2-1/2 hours. That's a little longer than I thought it would take. I hope to cut that down. And I didn't do any editing, because I also did about 1300 words on another story with someone else. And I'm running out of words for this here blog....
On an aside from the blog and NaNo-ness, did you see the rash of posts and tweets about the WFC2011 creeper? PAX Valkyrie (<--that is a link) has an "Omnibus Post Of Posts" on her Tumblr linking to other bloggers experiences. It seems some Warlock Gone Wrong was inflicting himself on the unsuspecting women of World Fantasy Con and kept at it... and at it... and at it, despite being removed from parties, asked to leave, and asked, politely and repeatedly by the women he was inflicting himself on TO FUCK OFF. I guess it took a couple of large dudes escorting him to the door to get him to leave the women the hell alone. There's very little that is good about this, except that it has brought up the question of safety and sexual harassment policies at cons. Apparently, a committee has been put into place to look into it. Also, people are sharing their stories. That's the sort of thing women need to do in situations like these. There may have been one or two who thought... oh, he didn't mean to grab my breast. Or, he was just drunk! I was imagining it. It was a misunderstanding. I want to give him the benefit of the doubt. Etc. Etc. I think it's clear from the responses to the blogs and the tweets that these were not isolated instances. It wasn't their imagination. And I don't care how fucking drunk he was. A real warlock would know better.
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