tuckerglenn's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- - I deleted the bulletin board~ got sick of the spam. Yes, I could indeed block the spammers but until the site comes up with a way to block the IP from the site itself, rather than logging, grabbing each spam addy & blocking it that way, I don't have time. I am writing, it's just going very, very slow... I apologize. 11:51 - 2006-11-07 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- - So I gave up trying to figure out what the hell was going on with Blogger, why it kept eating my entries & sending even me to the Guest Book crappola. And started a new one. Kinda bare, kinda empty, but at least it WORKS. I don't know that there's much point to having a blog when I'm posting stuff on the bbs, but I feel more comfortable putting thoughts ab the story, characters,into these type of entries~~ And I'm not even sure why. Plus, it's sort of a way to be personal with the readers while still maintaining a bit of distance. Like for instance, how else would you know that I am currently stripping carpet out & redoing my hard wood floors? Or that I just spent 30 minutes staining the old porch swing out front? Or how relieved I was when the fire siren went off & it's too close to time for me to go on duty to even TRY to go? or that my kid went to Europe this summer or that she's babysitting a kid who is physically larger than her? which cracks me up. these are all the little things which take up my time & prevent me from writing more. But ab 28... It'd eeked itself up to another page. But then I re-read it & realized it needed to end where I subsequently ended it in order for me to do one of those lovely Tucker Glenn time jump things, as MJ refers to them. In order to keep the ball rolling, keep the story punchy. So, I did. I'm thinking now that I should have had Avery comment ab the van stinking. But the cool thing ab FF is I can go back & change it & I really don't give a rip if that blows anyone's mind or forces them to backtrack & re-read bc it's not fanfic, nothing's canon & it's my baby. So pfffft. 14:38 - 2006-06-21 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- - Saturday, August 27, 2005 That's what I get for letting my ego get away with me. Dumbass. Been reading 'Wanted' by Kim Wozencraft (who as everyone no doubt knows wrote Rush ab cops in Texas). This is again featuring a female cop from Texas but has a very diff story line~~ Well, mostly diff anyway. She ends up being frame for narcotics & sent off to prison just like the character in Rush (just like Wozencraft in real life except she wasn't framed, she just testified to false cases & manufactured evidence). Anyway~~ I'm torn. Bc I liked the basic story, but I got annoyed bc it was so obvious who the bad guy was, who drugged her, who framed her, who set her up... And yet this chick just keeps blindly stumbling forward not getting it & you can't TELL me a cop wouldn't get it if it was laid out right there in front of you like that. I mean, he leaves her at a crime scene he's supposed to be in charge of, she comes back from the bathroom & there's a fresh margarita, she wakes up in his apartment knowing she was drugged, he takes her home, DEA busts in, there's coke in the freezer* , she goes off to prison, she's been told he was working UC in Nacogdoches, her squad car that got stolen the night she discovered the bodies by the guy she knows is the murderer (or at least an accomplice) is recovered where? NACOGDOCHES, the guy is a narc which means you can't trust him & he is adept at lying, covering, acting, fabricating, etc, she notices how clean shaven he keeps himself, how tidy when just working a desk.... I just wanted to scream & go in there & bitch slap her. It's right in front of you girl! right in front of you! SLAP! Aside from that tho, I enjoyed it. Except she does this huge leap ab mid way through so that the pertinent arrest scene is told from the POV of the chick who ends up being her cell mate & that annoyed me too. Makes me understand why you guys email me to bitch ab my patented Tucker Glenn Time Leaps. It DOES fuck with your head. Y'all are right. AND I also got the feeling that she had to hurry up & finish the ending bc she was either 1) sick of writing it or b) sick of writing it or III) sick of writing it & facing a deadline with money involved. SHe'd be fun to talk to tho, in real life I mean. And she does get her details straight ab things like the Department, etc. I like that. ( : It's supposedly going to be made into a movie starring Meryl Streep & Jennifer Aniston. I can see Streep playing the ex-radical/sorta hippy woman who is jailed for terrorism/explosives & firearms~~ But I must admit I have qualms ab Aniston. I'd love to see her pull it off but I don't know. Altho I did like her in that sort of gloomy mopey thing 'The Good Girl' where she wasn't all perky & 'friend'lyfied. * that reminded me of the first time I was ever offered coke~~ no wait, it was the 2nd time. First time was out in Cali. I'd gone to this chick's apt bc supposedly she had a bunch of shoes my size she was going to take to Goodwill or whatever. I was temping & we worked together & so I'm sitting in this closet, on the floor, all these shoes around me, thinking how ridiculous they all were bc they were nothing I'd ever wear (hooker heels) & she asked if I wanted some Coke~~ & I thought she meant A Cola. And nope. And she came back wearing (I shit you not) high heels, a half slip, & her bra, with lines laid out on this mirror. And I was totally floored & so stunned it threw me completely for a loop. My response was, "I meant the kind in the red cans..." And no, I did not. Not either of the things you're thinking. posted by TG at 3:19 PM 15:19 - 2005-27-08 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- - Saturday, August 20, 2005 So I am still writing on it. It's up to 8 pages & something & it's good~~ I think I'm addicted to writing powerful chapters that just punch the reader~~ & me. Maybe by the end of today or possibly tomorrow it will be finished, depending on how much real life interferes & intrudes. posted by TG at 9:54 09:54 - 2005-08-20 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- - Monday, August 15, 2005 More weird dreams: kept finding toads & frogs & lizards in the house, but they were all 'wrong', bloated or deformed someway & then there was a horny toad (actually a horned lizard but in Texas we call them 'horny toads') that was sort of gray, with sickly-pink horns & blue-green algae colored bumps that when I tried to pick it up was at first all wrong by being soft instead of solid so my fingers sank in... And then it shocked me. Like an electrical buzz. posted by TG at 3:00 PM 15:00 - 2005-08-15 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- - Sunday, August 14, 2005 There was a lot more than that but by the time I got up & got logged on , it was gone. And that was most interesting part anyway. Calculus, Calypso, Calcutta! posted by TG at 7:29 PM 19:29 - 2005-08-14 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- - Wednesday, August 10, 2005 Jesus God. Granted, from having read this person's blog & experienced first hand their lack of grammar & punctuation self-enforcement, & also knowing this person is a REAL writer (as in published & quite popular) which means she isn't also working 40+ a week, I guess it isn't that huge a deal~~ but it still boggles my brain. If I get 5 pages out I am THRILLED. On a fantastic day when all is caught up & I am off duty & the kid & the pets are self-sufficient, I might get out 11, possibly 12. But THIRTY? Chapter 26 of Free Fall is coming along. It's up to a decent 7 or so pages~~ I wish Front page had a tool in it like Word to count the pages, tally up the words for you. Bc of the template for the website I almost use FP to write in, bc I've had people report (& been witness to) strange formatting problems when I copy/paste the document from Word to FP) & for some reason when I try to switch to Word to get an idea of how much I've done the whole computer freezes up & I lose patience. So I'm guessing. I can tell the chapter's almost done but Cooper's still balking ab the exact ending & she & I both really like to end the chapter's with a sort of snap or bang or click & a bit of a lost end~~ & then I immediately start the next chapter bc I know exactly what is going on & it just seems to work best. I'm in a typical lull sort of thing which is what I do when I'm waiting for Cooper to start talking again. Cooper doesn't talk unless I have beer & a lot of free time. One can see why it's taken so long to finish the ER/Division Fanfic & why it was so long bf I began writing on FF again. While sacrificing one's liver & brain cells to the god of writing might sound like a thoroughly romantic notion, the reality is not nearly so rosy or pink. Or perky. Or coherent. Still, I try. I try. posted by TG at 1:32 PM 13:32 - 2005-08-10 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- - the trouble with.... Had an 'old' friend write me today ab the Long Distance Relationship piece I wrote eons ago for DUG, back when I was still writing for Daemon Underground, back when I went under the pseudonym Digger... god, a lifetime ago. I was so self-fucking-righteous, so naive. I can barely read that piece without flinching inwardly, cringing. Auuuugh. What a doofuc I was. It all seemed so clear, so easy. I was an idiot~~ but goddamn, I can write. ( : Even when I haven't got a fucking clue what I'm talking about. posted by TG at 7:14 PM 19:14 - 2005-08-05 -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Yeah, I know I wasn't going to... BUT~~ I also want a place to jot stuff down ab the story, characters, etc & go into more depth than on the bbs which is really more of an update/discuss type situation. The diff betwen this & Ink Blots is there will not be any private stuff shared, no nekkid soul-baring bullcrap, only writing related things & nocturnal dreams, etc. All BS type attempts at email will be ignored. Nobody's sucking me into their drama, I'm not interested in being wooed or courted; just bc you read the story & like it does not mean you know me. With that little disclaimer of bitchery out of the way... All weird dreams again last night. I was in a store (like Walmart) with 2 other cops, suits. For some unknown reason no one was armed. Some kid went berserk & grabbed some kind of gardening tools, hedge clippers or something, or one of those long limb clipper things with a nylon rope & then attacked the cops. I was in the toy aisle & picked up this really cheesy looking silver revolver, the kind we all had as kids. I pointed it at the kid (a teenager) & ordered him to drop the stuff, go to his knees, hands up. He complied & I spent the next several dream moments wondering if I'd get in trouble for pointing a toy gun at him & why the other officers weren't armed. Somehow the kid left with us & he kept getting younger & younger, went from teenager to small kid to toddler & by the time that part was over he was in diapers & I was carting him around, an infant on my shoulder. posted by TG at 5:12 PM 14:10 - 2005-08-05 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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