Okay, the Bowie album came out yesterday, so I'm technically a day late, but I had to listen to it, didn't I?
So here's how the contest turned out. It ended up being a drawing. Not that I didn't appreciate your help with the name change, and not that there weren't a lot of names I liked. No, but it turns out that Ziggy really had to rename himself. I'll tell all about how that happened someday soon.
In the meantime, this morning I made a list of all the entries, then I cut them up and put them in a big pink fedora. That's right. I did it old school.
So, in much the same fashion that David Bowie wrote Moonage Daydream in the early '70s, or William Burroughs wrote Naked Lunch before him, I pull one name out of the hat.
So, congratulations, Karen Colona. You'll need to send me your address via fb. Just message me, and I'll send you the gift certificate.
As for the rest of you, thank you, really, for helping me to get my brain looking in another direction. I can't tell you how much I needed that.
m
Wednesday, March 13, 2013
Wednesday, March 6, 2013
Writing like a grown up
I spent this afternoon shut up in a little room that has no windows, and very little light. It's quiet, except my music, and nobody knows I'm here.
So, just me and my computer for five hours, at an actual desk.
Where am I? I'm in my office. I suppose it's an office, right? It has a desk and a chair, and a board to write stuff on. This afternoon my sister brought me a lamp so the over-head lighting wouldn't make my brain explode. Oh, and a picture of my Mom for my desk. That was nice of her. Mom and my stuffed zombie doll are both smiling at me over my computer screen right now.
It's awesome. I love my little room, despite the fact it's windowless. I've done work on my manuscript all day with no interruptions. I have word count goals up on my white board, and while I'm probably not going to give up writing in public, I feel like renting even this little space gives me an excuse.
I'm paying for this space, so I'd better use it to write. It needs work still, sure. I probably need to scrounge a comfy chair up from somewhere for writing in my notebook and stuff like that, but I have to tell you so far, this is working out well. I've never had a dedicated place to write, not ever, and never really seen the need, but now I might never go back.
And in other news, as you all know, the NAME CONTEST ends March 12th. Yep, that's next Tues. One of you will get the fabulous gift certificate. I'm not telling who, but, you know... One of you will win......
So I'm going back to the thing. You guys think about it......
m
So, just me and my computer for five hours, at an actual desk.
Where am I? I'm in my office. I suppose it's an office, right? It has a desk and a chair, and a board to write stuff on. This afternoon my sister brought me a lamp so the over-head lighting wouldn't make my brain explode. Oh, and a picture of my Mom for my desk. That was nice of her. Mom and my stuffed zombie doll are both smiling at me over my computer screen right now.
It's awesome. I love my little room, despite the fact it's windowless. I've done work on my manuscript all day with no interruptions. I have word count goals up on my white board, and while I'm probably not going to give up writing in public, I feel like renting even this little space gives me an excuse.
I'm paying for this space, so I'd better use it to write. It needs work still, sure. I probably need to scrounge a comfy chair up from somewhere for writing in my notebook and stuff like that, but I have to tell you so far, this is working out well. I've never had a dedicated place to write, not ever, and never really seen the need, but now I might never go back.
And in other news, as you all know, the NAME CONTEST ends March 12th. Yep, that's next Tues. One of you will get the fabulous gift certificate. I'm not telling who, but, you know... One of you will win......
So I'm going back to the thing. You guys think about it......
m
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