Writing about writing. Because this story owns my fucking soul, guys.

Been a while since I did a list.

1. Mum's arriving in Florida in a few hours. YAAAAAY. I have missed her. I talk shit about Missouri a lot, but I am eager for a change from hectic, get-it-done-now-now-now Floridians. I'm only going to see her for a day, sadly, then I'm on a flight back to Missouri (YAAAAAAY again). Back home, where people don't drive like lunatics and the nightly news isn't 90% violent crime.



2. The next chapter of The Matter of Chicago (the Wonder Beta's name for the fic, which is easier to type than the full name) is only just started. In this case, "just started" is 4000 words, which is just under normal chapter length, but this is a special case. Everyone was split on how to handle the big chapter, so my current plan is to write the entire dramatic climax, which I am thinking will span three chapters and post them one right after another over the course of three days. Or, knowing me, two days, with one posted in the evening, one the following morning, and the last that evening.



3. I was planning to be farther in the chapter at this point, but I got caught up writing the plot outline for the next plot arc, which is looking kind of awesome despite lacking a resolution at this point. Yes, there's another full-length arc on the way. I promise I have an endgame for this madness, so it's not going to roll on indefinitely. You will get a concrete ending.
   
   My mother always had a deep loathing of the X-Files because when she watched it, she felt the writers didn't have an ending in mind and she hated how the story apparently petered out at the end. Ever since I got into writing, she's drilled into me that whatever I do, make sure I have an ending in mind. No matter how great a story is, if it doesn't leave the audience on good terms, it failed. It's possibly the only writing advice I've taken from my mother, but damn if it's not really good stuff.



4. Shifting gears, I think I need to hand in my indie card. No number of Arcade Fire, Andrew Bird, and Ani Difranco (... lots of A names...) is going to make up for the fact my current VLC playlist consists of Billboard toppers. And... I think I may be starting to like the Black Eyed Peas? Okay, only two of their songs as the rest annoy me but I really like "I Gotta Feeling" and "Meet Me Halfway".
   
   I also have "Club Can't Handle Me" because some evil, evil person on my FList pimped it and now I'm actually enjoying it even if the lyrics are fucking idiotic. I think I may still hate hip-hop and rap as a whole, but I have a soft spot for Infectious Joyful Dancey Music? Maybe?
   
   Pop music makes me feel dirty.



5. Have downloaded the Dresden Files RPG books. I've had the second book, as it's a phenomenal resource for the series, for a while now, but I recently snagged the first too. HARRY AND BOB AND BILLY ARE LOVE. THEIR NOTES AMUSE ME SO MUCH.
   
   [After the RPG text refers to "Keep it simple, silly":]
   Bob: Isn't it "Keep it simple, stupid?"
   Billy: Georgia... encouraged me not to address the reader as "stupid."
   Bob: Did she encourage you in the sack?
   Harry: Aaaaaaand you're done.
   
   It's really cute. Harry bitching to Billy about his player not rolling well, demanding 20 retroactive fate points, and the running gag of calling Kavros a jerk because "it bears repeating." And of course every time Harry bitches about Marcone, I giggle. "John Marcone, white courtesy phone!"
   
   I'm gonna have to find some copies of these books. Dammit.

ETA: Harry has seen Doctor Who. Four is his favorite. ♥