<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605249801628301864</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:46:42.233-05:00</updated><category term='setting'/><category term='title'/><category term='plot'/><category term='progress reports'/><category term='character'/><category term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Pavlov's Kitty's NaNo Novel</title><subtitle type='html'>Watch and laugh.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pavlovskitty.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605249801628301864/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pavlovskitty.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Pavlov's Kitty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>56</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605249801628301864.post-2461135895734039275</id><published>2007-11-30T17:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T17:29:06.349-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I won! I won!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DGrRBLDFH7Q/R1CcBW4uSlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CeqczfpvlPU/s1600-R/nano_07_winner_large.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DGrRBLDFH7Q/R1CcBW4uSlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1I6q4QuhJjU/s400/nano_07_winner_large.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138778721967032914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hooray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am finished at 50,405 words. I had to write those extra few hundred because of how many em dashes I used. It felt like cheating to alter them when I'm already getting undeserved credit for my ellipses and chapter dividers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah! I won!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is my novel finished? No. Is it ever going to be? I don't know about that. One thing I completely didn't think about when I came up with the idea was how much of it is told from a young guy's perspective. Well, I kind of suck at writing from a guy's perspective, so I'm not feeling too motivated to finish at this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I'm so glad to have written something! And I plan to reward myself tonight with vapid videogame playing and old episodes of Loveline, and this weekend with shopping and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Guitar Hero III&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to post more thoughts about the NaNo experience in the next few days. For now, I'm just excited as hell!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5605249801628301864-2461135895734039275?l=pavlovskitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pavlovskitty.blogspot.com/feeds/2461135895734039275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5605249801628301864&amp;postID=2461135895734039275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605249801628301864/posts/default/2461135895734039275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605249801628301864/posts/default/2461135895734039275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pavlovskitty.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-won-i-won.html' title='I won! I won!'/><author><name>Pavlov's Kitty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DGrRBLDFH7Q/R1CcBW4uSlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1I6q4QuhJjU/s72-c/nano_07_winner_large.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605249801628301864.post-1744837665714034027</id><published>2007-11-30T15:23:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T15:23:56.135-06:00</updated><title type='text'>49,528</title><content type='html'>OMG! Almost there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5605249801628301864-1744837665714034027?l=pavlovskitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pavlovskitty.blogspot.com/feeds/1744837665714034027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5605249801628301864&amp;postID=1744837665714034027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605249801628301864/posts/default/1744837665714034027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605249801628301864/posts/default/1744837665714034027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pavlovskitty.blogspot.com/2007/11/49528.html' title='49,528'/><author><name>Pavlov's Kitty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605249801628301864.post-8627191572892076434</id><published>2007-11-30T10:20:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T10:20:33.084-06:00</updated><title type='text'>48,401</title><content type='html'>It's the final countdown! (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Arrested Development&lt;/span&gt; reference totally intentional there!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5605249801628301864-8627191572892076434?l=pavlovskitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pavlovskitty.blogspot.com/feeds/8627191572892076434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5605249801628301864&amp;postID=8627191572892076434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605249801628301864/posts/default/8627191572892076434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605249801628301864/posts/default/8627191572892076434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pavlovskitty.blogspot.com/2007/11/48401.html' title='48,401'/><author><name>Pavlov's Kitty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605249801628301864.post-8515492761705584555</id><published>2007-11-29T14:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T14:09:09.894-06:00</updated><title type='text'>47,338</title><content type='html'>:-D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5605249801628301864-8515492761705584555?l=pavlovskitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pavlovskitty.blogspot.com/feeds/8515492761705584555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5605249801628301864&amp;postID=8515492761705584555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605249801628301864/posts/default/8515492761705584555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605249801628301864/posts/default/8515492761705584555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pavlovskitty.blogspot.com/2007/11/47338.html' title='47,338'/><author><name>Pavlov's Kitty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605249801628301864.post-6231232707326151922</id><published>2007-11-29T11:51:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T11:52:38.773-06:00</updated><title type='text'>46,523</title><content type='html'>That's 93% done! I'm hoping for another writing session in the afternoon, or maybe I'll stay up late tonight and finish!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5605249801628301864-6231232707326151922?l=pavlovskitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pavlovskitty.blogspot.com/feeds/6231232707326151922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5605249801628301864&amp;postID=6231232707326151922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605249801628301864/posts/default/6231232707326151922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605249801628301864/posts/default/6231232707326151922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pavlovskitty.blogspot.com/2007/11/46523.html' title='46,523'/><author><name>Pavlov's Kitty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605249801628301864.post-5658184526661247526</id><published>2007-11-28T19:09:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T19:09:39.766-06:00</updated><title type='text'>45,372</title><content type='html'>Less than 5,000 to go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5605249801628301864-5658184526661247526?l=pavlovskitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pavlovskitty.blogspot.com/feeds/5658184526661247526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5605249801628301864&amp;postID=5658184526661247526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605249801628301864/posts/default/5658184526661247526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605249801628301864/posts/default/5658184526661247526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pavlovskitty.blogspot.com/2007/11/45372.html' title='45,372'/><author><name>Pavlov's Kitty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605249801628301864.post-6814411393243880499</id><published>2007-11-27T17:46:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T19:09:55.256-06:00</updated><title type='text'>44,289</title><content type='html'>Maybe I can just relax tonight and think about what scenes I want to write tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5605249801628301864-6814411393243880499?l=pavlovskitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pavlovskitty.blogspot.com/feeds/6814411393243880499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5605249801628301864&amp;postID=6814411393243880499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605249801628301864/posts/default/6814411393243880499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605249801628301864/posts/default/6814411393243880499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pavlovskitty.blogspot.com/2007/11/44289.html' title='44,289'/><author><name>Pavlov's Kitty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605249801628301864.post-2608982594224565245</id><published>2007-11-27T12:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T12:42:19.983-06:00</updated><title type='text'>43,125</title><content type='html'>I'll be pushing on tonight while my SO does work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5605249801628301864-2608982594224565245?l=pavlovskitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pavlovskitty.blogspot.com/feeds/2608982594224565245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5605249801628301864&amp;postID=2608982594224565245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605249801628301864/posts/default/2608982594224565245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605249801628301864/posts/default/2608982594224565245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pavlovskitty.blogspot.com/2007/11/43125.html' title='43,125'/><author><name>Pavlov's Kitty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605249801628301864.post-5231593295049262964</id><published>2007-11-26T22:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T22:49:38.785-06:00</updated><title type='text'>42,557!</title><content type='html'>I can't believe I wrote this much today. More than 5,000 words! Off to rest my aching fingers! And maybe plan to work a bit harder at my actual job tomorrow . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5605249801628301864-5231593295049262964?l=pavlovskitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pavlovskitty.blogspot.com/feeds/5231593295049262964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5605249801628301864&amp;postID=5231593295049262964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605249801628301864/posts/default/5231593295049262964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605249801628301864/posts/default/5231593295049262964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pavlovskitty.blogspot.com/2007/11/42557.html' title='42,557!'/><author><name>Pavlov's Kitty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605249801628301864.post-8999307971133088302</id><published>2007-11-26T15:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T15:29:24.441-06:00</updated><title type='text'>39,067!</title><content type='html'>There's nothing like a good, thinly veiled autobiographical rant to speed things up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5605249801628301864-8999307971133088302?l=pavlovskitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pavlovskitty.blogspot.com/feeds/8999307971133088302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5605249801628301864&amp;postID=8999307971133088302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605249801628301864/posts/default/8999307971133088302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605249801628301864/posts/default/8999307971133088302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pavlovskitty.blogspot.com/2007/11/39067.html' title='39,067!'/><author><name>Pavlov's Kitty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605249801628301864.post-1171716301280748331</id><published>2007-11-26T10:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T10:47:05.908-06:00</updated><title type='text'>37,369</title><content type='html'>Yikes! Time to really push toward the end!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5605249801628301864-1171716301280748331?l=pavlovskitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pavlovskitty.blogspot.com/feeds/1171716301280748331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5605249801628301864&amp;postID=1171716301280748331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605249801628301864/posts/default/1171716301280748331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605249801628301864/posts/default/1171716301280748331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pavlovskitty.blogspot.com/2007/11/37369.html' title='37,369'/><author><name>Pavlov's Kitty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605249801628301864.post-2673932172807499259</id><published>2007-11-24T22:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T22:50:28.943-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Past 35,000...</title><content type='html'>...but just barely. I didn't write at all on Wednesday or Thursday, and I didn't write enough yesterday. I'm going to stop the progress reports for now because I get freaked out when I think about maintaining the necessary pace for the next few days (necessary if I want to finish, I mean). Instead, I'm going to shift away from that and just try to write as much as I can. Otherwise I think I will get too panicky and not be able to finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But maybe without the more detailed records, I'll be tempted to slack off even more. Hmm, I don't know. I'm going to try it this way for now, and we'll see how it goes. Who knows, maybe I'll end up switching back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh let's hope I can finish!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5605249801628301864-2673932172807499259?l=pavlovskitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pavlovskitty.blogspot.com/feeds/2673932172807499259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5605249801628301864&amp;postID=2673932172807499259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605249801628301864/posts/default/2673932172807499259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605249801628301864/posts/default/2673932172807499259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pavlovskitty.blogspot.com/2007/11/past-35000.html' title='Past 35,000...'/><author><name>Pavlov's Kitty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605249801628301864.post-495148485700333063</id><published>2007-11-20T22:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T22:51:46.139-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='progress reports'/><title type='text'>Progress report #17</title><content type='html'>Word count for today: 1,727&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time: 45 minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excerpt:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; too tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total word count: 32,412&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comments: too tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;time to sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5605249801628301864-495148485700333063?l=pavlovskitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pavlovskitty.blogspot.com/feeds/495148485700333063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5605249801628301864&amp;postID=495148485700333063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605249801628301864/posts/default/495148485700333063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605249801628301864/posts/default/495148485700333063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pavlovskitty.blogspot.com/2007/11/progress-report-17.html' title='Progress report #17'/><author><name>Pavlov's Kitty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605249801628301864.post-1299779041833901378</id><published>2007-11-19T09:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T16:59:21.047-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='progress reports'/><title type='text'>Progress report #16</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Note: Although I did write yesterday, I didn't have time to update this blog and the NaNo site after I finished. So I'm backdating this entry!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word count for today: 2,012&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time: 75 minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excerpt:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;“Hi,” Ambrose said.  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“I’m sorry for not showing up last night,” Audrey said.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“OK,” Ambrose said, not quite accepting her apology.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“I just don’t think we can keep doing this,” Audrey said.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Why?” Ambrose said. “What happened?” He really hoped she was going to say something about getting caught. That could be reasoned out and solved—it didn’t meant the end of anything.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Nothing happened,” Audrey said. “I just don’t want to see you anymore.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/blockquote&gt;Total word count: 30,685&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comments: Well, I took yet another Sunday off. Luckily though, it doesn't seem to have hurt me too much. Things are still going well, although work has continued to be busy, so I've had to stop writing in the mornings and at lunch because otherwise my wrists, fingers, and brain are all exhausted by 4 p.m. So I write in the afternoons and evenings instead, and that's working out well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5605249801628301864-1299779041833901378?l=pavlovskitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pavlovskitty.blogspot.com/feeds/1299779041833901378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5605249801628301864&amp;postID=1299779041833901378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605249801628301864/posts/default/1299779041833901378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605249801628301864/posts/default/1299779041833901378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pavlovskitty.blogspot.com/2007/11/progress-report-16.html' title='Progress report #16'/><author><name>Pavlov's Kitty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605249801628301864.post-5361156568699130601</id><published>2007-11-17T19:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T19:09:19.962-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='progress reports'/><title type='text'>Progress report #15</title><content type='html'>Word count for today: 2,178&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time: 60 minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excerpt:  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;“Zach,” Lily said then, getting a little more serious, “I don’t know what your schedule here is like. But I was wondering—you know that café down the road?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;“Oh yeah. The only one in town?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Lily grinned. “Yeah. Well . . . do you want to have dinner there sometime? Maybe this weekend?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Zach had to stop his mouth from dropping open. Was she asking him out on a date? Zach looked at her and saw that she looked a little nervous, and a little shy too. Yes, she was. Zach had dated a couple of girls in the past, but he certainly had never been asked out by a girl. He had also never dated a girl of a different religion, he reminded himself, and wondered whether going out with her might be a bad idea. But the thing was, Zach really liked her. He liked listening to her play music, and he liked talking to her and listening to her opinions. They were different from his in an exhilarating way, rather than a threatening one (as he had always been taught different opinions were). So Zach smiled back at Lily and said, “Yeah. When do you want to go?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Lily was clea&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;rly happy he’d said yes. Her face flushed a little, and she smiled widely. “How about tomorrow night at seven?” she said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“OK,” said Zach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;“OK,” said Lily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Total word count: 28,673&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comments: Wow! W&lt;/span&gt;riting went great today! I always get a little burst of momentum when I'm writing a romantic scene I really like. In this scene, two characters who are different are kind of sharing their viewpoints (and, at some points, arguing about them) with one another, and that results in this growing attraction between them. Well, I just breezed right through this scene -- and the past couple days, I've really had to push to get through my requisite 1,700 words or so. So I feel really good right now. It really is important to just push yourself and make yourself produce sometimes. Yeah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5605249801628301864-5361156568699130601?l=pavlovskitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pavlovskitty.blogspot.com/feeds/5361156568699130601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5605249801628301864&amp;postID=5361156568699130601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605249801628301864/posts/default/5361156568699130601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605249801628301864/posts/default/5361156568699130601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pavlovskitty.blogspot.com/2007/11/progress-report-15.html' title='Progress report #15'/><author><name>Pavlov's Kitty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605249801628301864.post-891066499026621214</id><published>2007-11-16T22:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T19:14:06.069-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='progress reports'/><title type='text'>Progress report #14</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Very tired again. Maybe I should go back to writing in the mornings. Come on, job! Slow down next week so I can have some extra writing time during the day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word count for today: 1,720&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time: 60 minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excerpt:&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“You’re really good,” he said, nodding toward her cello.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Lily smiled widely at Zach again. “Thank you,” she said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ambrose burst through their moment. “How is your aunt?” he asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Oh, she’s fine,” Lily said. “She’s expecting you, so I think she’s in the kitchen making a snack.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“We brought Scrabble,” Ambrose said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;“Great.” There it was—Lily didn’t seem to like Ambrose, and that was finally overshadowing her good mood. Zach wondered why she didn’t like him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Total word count: 26,495 (50 pages in MS Word! Yowza!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comments: I'm just kind of blinking at the screen right now. Yeah. My main concern is writing both days this weekend, since I've taken both Sundays off so far. My family will be in town for Thanksgiving next week, so it's important that I stay on track of things till then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for some rest . . . oh yes . . . must remember to have some caffeine with dinner next time I try to do this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5605249801628301864-891066499026621214?l=pavlovskitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pavlovskitty.blogspot.com/feeds/891066499026621214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5605249801628301864&amp;postID=891066499026621214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605249801628301864/posts/default/891066499026621214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605249801628301864/posts/default/891066499026621214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pavlovskitty.blogspot.com/2007/11/progress-report-14.html' title='Progress report #14'/><author><name>Pavlov's Kitty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605249801628301864.post-1444839518081508892</id><published>2007-11-15T23:14:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T23:16:18.313-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='progress reports'/><title type='text'>Progress report #13 (in miniature)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm so tired I'm having trouble staying awake to type this. Just a long day that hit me all of a sudden. So no excerpt or other comments tonight. I may post some more interesting thoughts in the morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word count for today: 1,771&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time: 50 minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total word count: 24,775 -- damn it, not quite 25K, but close enough that my spreadsheet thingy rounds it up to 50%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bedtime now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5605249801628301864-1444839518081508892?l=pavlovskitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pavlovskitty.blogspot.com/feeds/1444839518081508892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5605249801628301864&amp;postID=1444839518081508892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605249801628301864/posts/default/1444839518081508892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605249801628301864/posts/default/1444839518081508892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pavlovskitty.blogspot.com/2007/11/progress-report-13-in-miniature.html' title='Progress report #13 (in miniature)'/><author><name>Pavlov's Kitty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605249801628301864.post-8583798011060477273</id><published>2007-11-14T19:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T19:39:37.763-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='progress reports'/><title type='text'>Progress report #12</title><content type='html'>Word count for today: 2,128&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time: 60 minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excerpt:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;“No,” Ambrose said. “No, no, no.” He put his arms around Audrey and kissed her cheeks. He kissed her mouth, almost aggressively, and squeezed her waist. “No,” he said again, and realized that Audrey was crying.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  Total word count: 23,004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comments: I can't believe I've written 43 pages! Crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writing in the evening worked well. I think I'll continue to do that when I can, at least until things calm down a little bit at work (soon, please!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have noticed another funny thing about my writing. I am always stating why people are doing things not because the reader necessarily needs to know, but because I myself want to record it and remember it! LOL. I'm not sure I'm going to be up to ever editing this thing, because I know it would be a Herculean, if not Sisyphean, task. But I think this will be useful for pointing out my bad habits. Although some of them I do know to avoid when I'm writing something polished -- using too many adverbs is the most obvious task that comes to mind; with NaNo, I'm using them because they're fast and easy, but I know they're bad. But other less obvious things might come to light. All right, the SO will be home in a moment, so I'm off to think about dinner!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5605249801628301864-8583798011060477273?l=pavlovskitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pavlovskitty.blogspot.com/feeds/8583798011060477273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5605249801628301864&amp;postID=8583798011060477273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605249801628301864/posts/default/8583798011060477273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605249801628301864/posts/default/8583798011060477273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pavlovskitty.blogspot.com/2007/11/progress-report-12.html' title='Progress report #12'/><author><name>Pavlov's Kitty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605249801628301864.post-907642909062803958</id><published>2007-11-14T11:16:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T17:02:34.946-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Yuck</title><content type='html'>Oh my goodness, work for the past few days has been crazy in the worst possible way. And I have to wonder if my writing schedule (30-50 minutes before work and 30 minutes at lunch) is making things worse for me. Yesterday, I hit a wall around 3:30 or 4:00 and had a lot of trouble pressing on with my work. And unfortunately, my job has to come first, even if it sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today and maybe tomorrow, I'm going to try writing in the evening and see if that's better. I have trouble writing when I'm not alone in my apartment, and I live with my SO, so the time when I can get good work done is a bit restricted. Still, it might be worth it if it makes things a bit more relaxed during the day. And I know I'll have time alone today and probably tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, I'm still happy to have broken 20,000 words yesterday. And I'm just about on track to have 25,000 done by tomorrow, the 15th. Hooray!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5605249801628301864-907642909062803958?l=pavlovskitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pavlovskitty.blogspot.com/feeds/907642909062803958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5605249801628301864&amp;postID=907642909062803958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605249801628301864/posts/default/907642909062803958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605249801628301864/posts/default/907642909062803958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pavlovskitty.blogspot.com/2007/11/yuck_14.html' title='Yuck'/><author><name>Pavlov's Kitty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605249801628301864.post-8818966923323273667</id><published>2007-11-13T09:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T14:06:20.083-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='progress reports'/><title type='text'>Progress report #11</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;I figured out why the official site is coming up with a lower word count -- it's all the em dashes I use! The em dash is this thing here (&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;—) and when I use it on a normal word processor, I would just write the two words right next to each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;—like that. So I will have to remedy that when I do my final word count -- I'll just do a Find/Replace and add an extra space after every em dash -- but for now I'm not going to mess with it. My word count in my profile will just be a bit off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word count for today: 2,082&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time: 70 minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excerpt:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Um, can you tell me anything else about what was wrong with her?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;“Unfortunately, that is confidential, even though you are her family member. She did not permit me to speak with anyone else about her condition.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;“Her condition?” Zach said blankly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;The doctor took a deep breath. “You are kind to worry about her,” he told Zach, “but remember, she is an adult now—independent. There is no need to be this worried.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;“All right.” Zach didn’t agree, but he wanted to get out of there now. There was only one option left to him, and that was to tell Philip and Jane. Of course, maybe Resa would be at the church—no, that was unlikely. If she was feeling well enough to do that, why would she have gone there early rather than coming down to breakfast as usual?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;The doctor seemed to understand that Zach wasn’t really going to listen to him. He sighed and said, “All right. Good morning.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Thanks,” Zach said, and left the building.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Total word count: 20,876&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comments: I was hoping for another speedy morning, but oh well. I finished my book last night, so it's not as much of a sacrifice to work during lunch. I am so glad I still get to read this month -- it helps my writing so much when I read something else that's really good. Time to get to work, though. Basically, no major novel crises so far (knock on wood!) and I'm grateful&lt;br /&gt;for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5605249801628301864-8818966923323273667?l=pavlovskitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pavlovskitty.blogspot.com/feeds/8818966923323273667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5605249801628301864&amp;postID=8818966923323273667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605249801628301864/posts/default/8818966923323273667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605249801628301864/posts/default/8818966923323273667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pavlovskitty.blogspot.com/2007/11/progress-report-11.html' title='Progress report #11'/><author><name>Pavlov's Kitty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605249801628301864.post-4544795064942876699</id><published>2007-11-12T09:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T19:15:04.115-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='progress reports'/><title type='text'>Progress report #10</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I took another day off yesterday. I'm not a Christian, but apparently I just can't stand to write on Sundays. LOL. Well, I'm back to work this morning and feeling good about it. I can't believe this month is almost halfway over!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word count for today: 1,904&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time: 50 minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excerpt:  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Zach was having trouble reading Ambrose—he either had some bad news or wanted to talk to Zach about something personal. Or maybe something else. Zach decided that now wasn’t the time. And he saw an easy solution to his most pressing problem.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;“Hey, can you do me a favor?” Zach said suddenly.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;“Um, OK,” Ambrose said.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;“Can you just tell Philip&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; or Jane that I won’t be able to work on the church today? I’m going to the doctor. I think I might have gotten what Resa has.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Ambrose looked like he didn’t believe Zach, and given Ambrose’s nature, Zach was sure he was going to be questioned about his health and symptoms. But to his surprise—pleasant surprise, this time—Ambrose nodded. “OK, Zach. I hope you feel better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Total word count: 18,794&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comments: Yahoo, that's just this morning! Looks like I get to relax and read my book at lunch. Oh, I'm happy about that. I don't seem to have had much of the second week slump I was expecting, which is pretty exciting -- I feel like I'm still just plugging away. Let's hope that continues.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5605249801628301864-4544795064942876699?l=pavlovskitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pavlovskitty.blogspot.com/feeds/4544795064942876699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5605249801628301864&amp;postID=4544795064942876699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605249801628301864/posts/default/4544795064942876699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605249801628301864/posts/default/4544795064942876699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pavlovskitty.blogspot.com/2007/11/progress-report-10.html' title='Progress report #10'/><author><name>Pavlov's Kitty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605249801628301864.post-8954334841501843883</id><published>2007-11-10T23:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T09:02:15.095-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='progress reports'/><title type='text'>Progress report #9</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;We're 1/3 of the way through the month, and I have written just over 1/3 of my 50,000 words!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word count for today: 1,642&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time: 60 minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excerpt:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Jacob doesn’t like you. He thinks you’re too extreme, that it’s not relevant to most people, and that’s not what religion should be.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“What religion should be,” Ambrose echoed. “Do you agree with that?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“I guess,” said Resa. “I don’t know. It’s not on my mind very much right now. I just want to settle down and get ready for the baby—”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Well, I wonder,” Ambrose said. “I’ve been wondering, actually. Whether that’s true.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Please leave me alone,” Resa said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;“I’ve been wondering who should serve whom,” Ambrose continued, ignoring her. “If people should serve God no matter how strict the rules are. Or if God should bend the rules to fit people. Or maybe,” Ambrose added,” whether we’re never supposed to live up the strict rules in the first place.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Total word count: 16,890 (although the official site validated it at 16,775)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comments: Too tired tonight, sorry!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5605249801628301864-8954334841501843883?l=pavlovskitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pavlovskitty.blogspot.com/feeds/8954334841501843883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5605249801628301864&amp;postID=8954334841501843883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605249801628301864/posts/default/8954334841501843883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605249801628301864/posts/default/8954334841501843883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pavlovskitty.blogspot.com/2007/11/progress-report-9.html' title='Progress report #9'/><author><name>Pavlov's Kitty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605249801628301864.post-1209924715663408994</id><published>2007-11-10T00:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T00:21:36.961-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='progress reports'/><title type='text'>Progress report #8</title><content type='html'>Okay, okay . . . technically, it's tomorrow. But I still got those words written, even if I did it at the very lat minute! Go me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word count for today: 1,709&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time: 60 minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excerpt:  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ambrose stepped all the way into the room and said, “What’s going on?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;“Nothing,” Resa said. Ambrose could see her hands shaking.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;“Stop,” Ambrose said.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Resa stopped.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;“What’s going on?” Ambrose said.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;“Why does it matter?” Resa said. But instead of asking him the question rhetorically, she was actually pleading him.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;“Are you seeing someone?” Ambrose said.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;“No,” Resa said.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;“Are you going to have a baby?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;“No.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total word count: 15,248 (30%!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comments: My SO might be going out of town for all or part of the day tomorrow. Of course, I would like to spend time with him, but at least there's a bright side if he does -- lots of relaxed writing time! I think I do well with a mix of pressured time and relaxed time. This morning, for instance, I really needed to just relax with a good book, and I'm so glad that I did! I guess it's a good thing I have enough spare time (and I write fast enough) to not have to devote every waking moment of my free time to writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this is interesting for pretty much no one except me, and I'm pretty tired, so I'm off to keep reading that good book until my eyelids start to droop. Hope everyone's novels are going well!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5605249801628301864-1209924715663408994?l=pavlovskitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pavlovskitty.blogspot.com/feeds/1209924715663408994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5605249801628301864&amp;postID=1209924715663408994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605249801628301864/posts/default/1209924715663408994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605249801628301864/posts/default/1209924715663408994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pavlovskitty.blogspot.com/2007/11/progress-report-8.html' title='Progress report #8'/><author><name>Pavlov's Kitty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605249801628301864.post-550556482779114273</id><published>2007-11-09T09:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T09:06:38.141-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Bad kitty</title><content type='html'>I didn't write this morning. I have an exhausting day at work ahead of me and I just wanted to eat my bagel and bury my nose in someone else's book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this isn't entirely a bad thing. Reading helps your writing so much, especially reading really well-written stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to get writing done on my coffee breaks today instead. But it might be a below-average day as far as output is concerned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5605249801628301864-550556482779114273?l=pavlovskitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pavlovskitty.blogspot.com/feeds/550556482779114273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5605249801628301864&amp;postID=550556482779114273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605249801628301864/posts/default/550556482779114273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605249801628301864/posts/default/550556482779114273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pavlovskitty.blogspot.com/2007/11/bad-kitty.html' title='Bad kitty'/><author><name>Pavlov's Kitty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605249801628301864.post-6813347642698992372</id><published>2007-11-08T09:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T13:59:35.457-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='progress reports'/><title type='text'>Progress report #7</title><content type='html'>Word count for today: 1,811&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time: 60 minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excerpt:  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Ambrose hesitated. “How do you sneak around, anyway?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;“What do you mean?” Audrey said. “It’s not like this is a high-security prison. It’s a mission trip with a bunch of serious, pious students. It’s really not that hard to sneak around, because no one’s expecting me too. I mean, let me put it this way. If you had to pick one girl on this trip as the most likely to sneak into someone’s room, who would it be?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;“Oh. I don’t know,” Ambrose said, hoping his face wouldn’t turn red. He actually had thought about this a little. In case things didn’t work out with Audrey, or maybe if he got sick of her. She already tested his patience a lot of the time they were together—and really, they weren’t together that often, and most of the time they were together, they weren’t talking. “Resa.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;“Resa?” Audrey laughed.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;“Just because her brother is &lt;i style=""&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; pious,” Ambrose said. “And they’re twins. I would expect her to want to differentiate herself from that a little.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;“I don’t know,” said Audrey. “She strikes me as incredibly dull.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Well, anyway, it wouldn’t be you,” Ambrose said quickly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total word count: 13,539&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comments: This morning I set my personal record for words per hour: 2,268! Yowza! That makes me feel good, since I'm worried about getting into a slump with the second week beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: I am now more than a quarter of the way done! Woohoo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5605249801628301864-6813347642698992372?l=pavlovskitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pavlovskitty.blogspot.com/feeds/6813347642698992372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5605249801628301864&amp;postID=6813347642698992372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605249801628301864/posts/default/6813347642698992372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605249801628301864/posts/default/6813347642698992372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pavlovskitty.blogspot.com/2007/11/progress-report-7.html' title='Progress report #7'/><author><name>Pavlov's Kitty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605249801628301864.post-5515136807324603343</id><published>2007-11-07T18:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T18:59:12.196-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>The NaNo experience so far</title><content type='html'>I just finished a scene, and I have a few extra minutes, so instead of forcing myself to write more, I want to think a little bit about what this experience has done for me so far. Sure, it's only been a week, but it's also been over 11,000 words and 7 hours -- that's a lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, this experience has been so positive. And that really has nothing to do with the "quality" (heavy quotes there) of the writing I'm producing. Most of what I've written is pretty bad. I didn't bother to do some of the necessary research before I started (I got a bit too antsy and eager to start actually writing to focus on that) so it seems a bit flimsy or contrived in places, and in other places, there are inconsistencies and things like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite example is that in one scene, between the two male protagonists, one of the characters tries to start a conversation and ends up disappointed because he wanted something out of the conversation, but it didn't really go anywhere. Well, shockingly, this is how I felt writing the scene as well. I kept trying to get something out of it, and nothing really happened. LOL. I'm sure I'll cut things like that when (if) I go back and edit this thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, no, this experience isn't great because of the quality of the writing. It's great because of the way I feel when I start my day at work having already written 1,000 words and planning to write 1,000 more during my lunch break. It's just so different! I feel so different having done that! I know that in some ways, this pattern isn't really a sustainable one. I mean, right now things are getting a bit busier in my office, and I find that, for one thing, my wrists are pretty sore at the end of the day after having worked in a word processor for about 9 hours straight. And for another thing, I'm basically giving up reading books this month, since I'm using my usual reading time to write, and I know that I can't give up books forever (shudder!). But on the other hand . . . if I do start another project after this one -- since I'm pretty sure that this is going to be one of those projects that you keep hidden in a box underneath your bed and hope to hell that no one ever finds it -- knowing I've done this will be a huge source of encouragement, even if I don't finish. And in a way, that's the whole point of this program. So I feel very connected with that overall goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know, I've w&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ritten a few things I actually like. Here and there. One quote about writing that I love is from Hemingway: "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I write one page of masterpiece to ninety one pages of shit.  I try to put the shit in the wastebasket." Another that I just recently came across is by Cecil Castellucci, who is apparently a writer/director: &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; "The best flowers are fertilized by crap." Indeed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So even if things go horribly wrong with my novel, I'm really glad I chose to do this. It makes me feel good and makes life a lot more interesting. And I'm sorry if this post isn't as coherent as could be, but I've already been through 1700 words today, so you know how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5605249801628301864-5515136807324603343?l=pavlovskitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pavlovskitty.blogspot.com/feeds/5515136807324603343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5605249801628301864&amp;postID=5515136807324603343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605249801628301864/posts/default/5515136807324603343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605249801628301864/posts/default/5515136807324603343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pavlovskitty.blogspot.com/2007/11/nano-experience-so-far.html' title='The NaNo experience so far'/><author><name>Pavlov's Kitty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605249801628301864.post-3098349315790358715</id><published>2007-11-07T09:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T18:43:52.114-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='progress reports'/><title type='text'>Progress report #6</title><content type='html'>Word count for today: 1,689&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time: 65 minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excerpt:  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;“It’s not like that,” Zach spoke up.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Everyone turned to look at him. “What do you mean?” Lily said.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;“It’s not just about restrictions,” Zach said. “Yes, there are sacrifices you have to make if you want to join this elite group. But it’s not a burden. A lot of us wish we had what it takes, so we could make the same choice. Ambrose will have to give up some things, but from our perspective, it’s really very minor compared to the privileges he gets in return.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Lily was quiet after that. Ambrose noticed that she was no longer looking at her cards, but was instead staring at Zach with obvious interest.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total word count: 11,728&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comments: Still plugging away. Not much else to say, except that I'm afraid I'm hurting my wrists will all this fast typing. I don't have very good form. Anyway, here are some interesting stats about my novel (interesting to me, anyway):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Total Words Written So Far: 11,054&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Total Hours Spent Writing: 6.87&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Avg Words Written Per Day: 1,579&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Avg Hours Writing Per Day: 0.98&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Avg Words Per Hour: 1,609&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Avg Morale Per Day: 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Number of Words Remaining: 38,946&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Number of Days Remaining: 23&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Number of Hours Remaining: 24.00&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;EDIT: The stats are from earlier today when I originally posted. That's why the total word count doesn't match up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5605249801628301864-3098349315790358715?l=pavlovskitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pavlovskitty.blogspot.com/feeds/3098349315790358715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5605249801628301864&amp;postID=3098349315790358715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605249801628301864/posts/default/3098349315790358715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605249801628301864/posts/default/3098349315790358715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pavlovskitty.blogspot.com/2007/11/progress-report-6.html' title='Progress report #6'/><author><name>Pavlov's Kitty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605249801628301864.post-5883242442846360173</id><published>2007-11-06T09:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T14:13:42.663-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='progress reports'/><title type='text'>Progress report #5</title><content type='html'>Word count for today: 1,537&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time: 60 minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excerpt:&lt;blockquote&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;“&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;On . . . on cherche Mme Dupont&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;?” Zach replied in an obvious American accent.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;“Oh!” the girl said and jumped to her feet. She threw her book down on the table and hurried up to them. “You’re from the American mission trip,” she was saying as she scrambled toward them.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Zach didn’t quite hear her words at first. He was watching her hair blow around her face as she moved, most of it pinned up in a ponytail but her bangs and some extra strands hanging in her face. As the girl came closer, Zach realized with a flutter of his heart that her eyes were a very pretty hazel color, and that underneath her tank top, one of her bra straps was falling down her shoulder.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;“You’re American too?” Zach heard Ambrose saying.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;“Yes, Mme Dupont is my aunt,” the girl said with a smile—Zach watched her lips curve upward—as she gestured toward the house. “I’m Lily,” she added, and stuck out her hand.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;“Ambrose,” Ambrose replied, shaking it briskly.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;“Zach,” Zach heard himself say as he too touched her hand.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  (Yikes, one of the first times, I've really wanted to edit something in the excerpt -- the repetition of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;face&lt;/span&gt; in the third paragraph -- but I'll restrain myself!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total word count: 10,039 - 20% done, hell yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comments: Work is busy, so I'm tired. Maybe I'll be able to write a few more hundred words tonight at home -- I've been so good about breaking 2,000 every day, and I hate to see that stop before it absolutely has to!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5605249801628301864-5883242442846360173?l=pavlovskitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pavlovskitty.blogspot.com/feeds/5883242442846360173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5605249801628301864&amp;postID=5883242442846360173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605249801628301864/posts/default/5883242442846360173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605249801628301864/posts/default/5883242442846360173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pavlovskitty.blogspot.com/2007/11/progress-report-5.html' title='Progress report #5'/><author><name>Pavlov's Kitty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605249801628301864.post-4972277358944924550</id><published>2007-11-05T09:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T14:04:42.737-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='progress reports'/><title type='text'>Progress report #4</title><content type='html'>Word count for today: 2,219&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time: 75 minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excerpt:&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;“Please don’t be mad,” Jake54 typed back.  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;This only made Resa more nervous. “What happened?” she said.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;“I got in an accident last night after work,” Jacob said.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;“OMG are you &lt;span style="font-variant: small-caps;"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;?” Resa typed.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;“I’m OK,” Jacob said. “But the problem is that it was my fault, and now I have to pay for the damage. It’s going to delay me for at least another week or two.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Resa just stared at the screen, not wanting to think about or believe what he had just said. No. She couldn’t wait that long. In a few weeks, she would start to show. Not very many people would probably notice, but Zach would—she was sure of that. And if she kept feeling nauseous all the time, she wouldn’t have a good explanation for her sudden weight gain, either.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total word count: 8,502&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comments: I do feel better today. Hooray! I also feel good because I had trouble starting this morning, but then ended up writing at a rate of about 2,000 words per hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI, I basically have two regularly scheduled writing sessions a day during the week. One for about 45-60 minutes in the morning, and another for about a half hour during my lunch break. It's really great having regular times during the day to write. I think it helps my productivity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think it's interesting hearing how and when people work on something like this, so I just thought I'd share. In general, I'm still happy with my progress despite my laziness yesterday, and I feel like I'm still going strong!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5605249801628301864-4972277358944924550?l=pavlovskitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pavlovskitty.blogspot.com/feeds/4972277358944924550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5605249801628301864&amp;postID=4972277358944924550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605249801628301864/posts/default/4972277358944924550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605249801628301864/posts/default/4972277358944924550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pavlovskitty.blogspot.com/2007/11/progress-report-4.html' title='Progress report #4'/><author><name>Pavlov's Kitty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605249801628301864.post-6212247348292101401</id><published>2007-11-04T23:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T23:22:46.758-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy day</title><content type='html'>No writing today. I haven't been feeling well, and a 4-hour drive on top of that was too much to handle. But I have a decent idea of where I'll start tomorrow morning, so hopefully that will go quickly and smoothly. That's about it. Here's to hoping my stomach will feel better!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5605249801628301864-6212247348292101401?l=pavlovskitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pavlovskitty.blogspot.com/feeds/6212247348292101401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5605249801628301864&amp;postID=6212247348292101401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605249801628301864/posts/default/6212247348292101401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605249801628301864/posts/default/6212247348292101401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pavlovskitty.blogspot.com/2007/11/lazy-day.html' title='Lazy day'/><author><name>Pavlov's Kitty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605249801628301864.post-7701968517598491734</id><published>2007-11-03T23:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T23:13:07.035-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='progress reports'/><title type='text'>Progress report #3</title><content type='html'>Word count for today: 2,164&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time: 70 minutes (Yeah!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excerpt:  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“That’s why I don’t think it’s wrong,” Audrey said quietly.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;“No. It’s wrong,” Ambrose said. “I’m sure it’s wrong. But Robert never told me what, again, should have been obvious, which is that if you make a big sacrifice, by choosing to do something wrong, you can get an equally big reward. That’s just common sense, right?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;“Maybe Robert’s never found that out for himself,” Audrey suggested.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;“Maybe,” Ambrose said, “but I bet he has.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;“Why?” Audrey said.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;“Because he’s tried so hard to steer me away from it,” Ambrose said.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Total word count: 6,283&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comments: I was worried today because I sat down earlier but felt too sick to my stomach to write (especially since I wasn't sure what scenes I was going to be doing today). I think this was actually a good thing because it gave me extra time to contemplate what I should write, and then I knocked the whole thing out really fast. I'm also happy with where the story is going in terms of characterization. I know will have to go back in and add more about the setting during the editing process, but I feel like I'm starting to know my main protagonist a little better, and that's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I won't worry as much in the future if I don't get the writing done early in the day -- especially if I know I'll have 60 minutes or so to do some serious writing later that day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5605249801628301864-7701968517598491734?l=pavlovskitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pavlovskitty.blogspot.com/feeds/7701968517598491734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5605249801628301864&amp;postID=7701968517598491734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605249801628301864/posts/default/7701968517598491734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605249801628301864/posts/default/7701968517598491734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pavlovskitty.blogspot.com/2007/11/progress-report-3.html' title='Progress report #3'/><author><name>Pavlov's Kitty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605249801628301864.post-2791580904392499436</id><published>2007-11-02T09:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T19:35:13.395-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='progress reports'/><title type='text'>Progress report #2</title><content type='html'>Word count for today: 2,068&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time: 90 minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excerpt:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;    Resa went back down the dining room. Most of the group had already cleared their dishes, but her brother was still sitting there, sipping coffee and reading yesterday’s paper. He looked up when she came into the room, and she guessed from the look on her face that she probably looked worse than before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OK," she said. "I'll go to the doctor."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zach just nodded. "OK. I'm sorry. I was just worried."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resa slumped into a chair and put her head down on the table. "I know," she said. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just another week or two&lt;/span&gt;, Jake54—her Jacob—had said on the computer last night. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just another week or two&lt;/span&gt;, she thought over and over as the group prepared to leave for the day. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just another week or two.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Total word count: 4,119&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comments: It can be hard for me to get started and decide what scenes to write, but it's easier once I make that decision and get going. Also, I know I'm writing a lot of crap, but I'm also surprised that so far, I've managed to find an excerpt for both days that I'm happy to put up on this blog/the NaNo site without editing it at all. That makes me feel really good -- like this isn't a complete waste of time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going out of town this weekend, but my laptop is coming with me! I'll be busy during the day, but the evenings won't be too bad, so I think I'll still have time to write.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5605249801628301864-2791580904392499436?l=pavlovskitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pavlovskitty.blogspot.com/feeds/2791580904392499436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5605249801628301864&amp;postID=2791580904392499436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605249801628301864/posts/default/2791580904392499436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605249801628301864/posts/default/2791580904392499436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pavlovskitty.blogspot.com/2007/11/progress-report-2.html' title='Progress report #2'/><author><name>Pavlov's Kitty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605249801628301864.post-8505489093411600552</id><published>2007-11-01T09:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T13:54:34.517-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='progress reports'/><title type='text'>Progress report #1</title><content type='html'>So, I'm going to try to log my writing time. I'll do it once a day. I'll post my word count for the day, the time I've spent that day, an excerpt from that day's writing, and a cumulative word count. And I'll also add some comments as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word count: 2,051&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time: 80 minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excerpt:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"This would be a serious transgression," Ambrose said, but his heart wasn't in it anymore. He was thinking about how alone they were. The room had no windows. The door was locked. The adults were in another wing of the building. And she was here, on his bed, holding his hand. If he was going to have one chance in his life to "transgress," this was it.&lt;/blockquote&gt;Total word count: 2,051&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comments: I'm glad I'm starting with something exciting and steamy, because in a way, that's my comfort zone! I know it's going to get tough once I'm a little further in (the "middle" part of the novel, I guess), but for now, I'm just happy that I managed to write 1,600 words in an hour. That means I still get to play video games after work today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy noveling!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5605249801628301864-8505489093411600552?l=pavlovskitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pavlovskitty.blogspot.com/feeds/8505489093411600552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5605249801628301864&amp;postID=8505489093411600552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605249801628301864/posts/default/8505489093411600552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605249801628301864/posts/default/8505489093411600552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pavlovskitty.blogspot.com/2007/11/progress-report-1.html' title='Progress report #1'/><author><name>Pavlov's Kitty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605249801628301864.post-7659874107377996406</id><published>2007-11-01T08:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T08:28:07.575-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It begins - for real!</title><content type='html'>Good luck, everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5605249801628301864-7659874107377996406?l=pavlovskitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pavlovskitty.blogspot.com/feeds/7659874107377996406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5605249801628301864&amp;postID=7659874107377996406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605249801628301864/posts/default/7659874107377996406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605249801628301864/posts/default/7659874107377996406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pavlovskitty.blogspot.com/2007/11/it-begins-for-real.html' title='It begins - for real!'/><author><name>Pavlov's Kitty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605249801628301864.post-1130333229698058547</id><published>2007-10-29T09:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T10:12:37.268-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reading</title><content type='html'>So I haven't felt like doing much planning lately. Honestly, I'm getting a bit antsy because I want to start writing the damn thing. Also, I've been given some new responsibility at work, so I've been a bit busier than expected during the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no matter. I am still going to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, I've been reading a whole lot. Since I graduated college earlier this year, my love of reading has really returned. I was really burned out on very dense literary writing and scholarly writing by the end of school. It's been so wonderful to get back into reading for pleasure, which I had done very little of during my college years. In fact, here are books I remember reading during college (many of them on summer and winter vacation):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Various &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Harry Potter&lt;/span&gt; books&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Series of Unfortunate Events&lt;/span&gt; and related books&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;American Psycho&lt;/span&gt; by Bret Easton Ellis&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everything Is Illuminated&lt;/span&gt; by Jonathan Safran Foer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Basic Eight&lt;/span&gt; by Daniel Handler&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Watch Your Mouth&lt;/span&gt; by Daniel Handler&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shutter Island&lt;/span&gt; by Dennis Lehane&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;America: The Book&lt;/span&gt; by Jon Stewart et. al.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wicked&lt;/span&gt; by Gregory Maguire&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Confessions of an Ugly Stepsister&lt;/span&gt; by Gregory Maguire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;About a gazillion other books that I started but never finished&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I also reread some books I already liked, like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1984&lt;/span&gt;, but really, with at least a novel a week of assigned reading, it was all I could do to stay only slightly behind in my coursework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here's what I've read in the five months since I graduated:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The entire &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Harry Potter&lt;/span&gt; series (the 6th and 7th books twice)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The entire &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Series of Unfortunate Events&lt;/span&gt; series (plus a couple of related titles)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dracula&lt;/span&gt; by Bram Stoker&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vanity Fair&lt;/span&gt; by William Makepeace Thackeray&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Curious Incident of the Dog in Nighttime&lt;/span&gt; by Mark Haddon&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Confessions of an Ugly Stepsister&lt;/span&gt; by Gregory Maguire&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Franny and Zooey&lt;/span&gt; by J.D. Salinger&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nine Stories&lt;/span&gt; by J.D. Salinger&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To Kill a Mockingbird&lt;/span&gt; by Harper Lee&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Motherless Brooklyn&lt;/span&gt; by Jonathan Lethem&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close&lt;/span&gt; by Jonathan Safran Foer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Winter's Bone&lt;/span&gt; by Daniel Woodrell&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Charlotte's Web&lt;/span&gt; by E.B. White&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tears of the Giraffe&lt;/span&gt; by Alexander McCall Smith&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Morality for Beautiful Girls&lt;/span&gt; by Alexander McCall Smith&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Brokeback Mountain&lt;/span&gt; by Annie Proulx&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Corrections&lt;/span&gt; by Jonathan Franzen&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Devil Wears Prada&lt;/span&gt; by Lauren Weisburger&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;It feels great to be devouring books again. It makes me very excited to try to write one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(By the way, the most amazing books on that list were coincidentally the ones by Jonathans: Lethem, Safran Foer, and Franzen. The most disappointing was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Devil Wears Prada&lt;/span&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Okay, my real favorite is Lemony Snicket/Daniel Handler, but those were the most amazing first-time reads.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5605249801628301864-1130333229698058547?l=pavlovskitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pavlovskitty.blogspot.com/feeds/1130333229698058547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5605249801628301864&amp;postID=1130333229698058547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605249801628301864/posts/default/1130333229698058547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605249801628301864/posts/default/1130333229698058547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pavlovskitty.blogspot.com/2007/10/reading.html' title='Reading'/><author><name>Pavlov's Kitty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605249801628301864.post-9113524405250158229</id><published>2007-10-23T17:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T17:25:28.510-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plot'/><title type='text'>Scary stories</title><content type='html'>One thing I'm considering for my novel is having the characters tell scary stories to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The setting of the novel is going to be kind of a creepy place. And one thing I want to incorporate is the way the setting affects the characters. So I thought it would be fun to incorporate some of those scary stories you hear when you're a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some I've found so far. I think I remember hearing all of these at some point in my childhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Hook:&lt;/span&gt; A classic. Couple making out on Lover's Lane hears there's a killer with a hook on the loose; the girl gets scared and insists on going home; when they get home, they find a bloody hook hanging on the door.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bright Lights&lt;/span&gt; (also known as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;High Beams&lt;/span&gt;): A woman is driving home late at night and gets freaked out because a man in a truck is following her -- and repeatedly flashing his brights at her! Turns out there was a killer in the woman's backseat, and the truck driver was flashing his brights every time the woman was about to be stabbed to death.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Humans Can Lick Too&lt;/span&gt;: Old reclusive lady reaches under the bed whenever she feels scared; if everything's okay, her dog licks her hand. One night she hears something dripping; she reaches down and feels a lick, so she goes back to sleep; then in the morning, she finds her dog dead in the bathroom, with a note on the wall in blood: HUMANS CAN LICK, TOO. I think the variation I heard had the lady getting murdered as well.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Babysitter Story&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Another classic. Babysitter gets harassed by creepy phone calls, only to find out that they're coming from inside the house!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Roommate:&lt;/span&gt; Girl goes to fetch something from her dorm room late at night and then spends the night at her boyfriend's house. When she comes back in the morning, she finds that her roommate has been stabbed to death, and the murderer has written in blood, "Aren't you glad you didn't turn on the light?"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tap, Tap, Tap:&lt;/span&gt; This is another variation on the hook story. The boy and girl get in a car accident and he goes for help, warning her to lock her doors because there's a madman on the loose. Time goes by . . . then the girl starts to hear a tap! tap! tap! on the roof. She gets more and more scared until a policeman comes and takes her out of the car, telling her not to look back . . . but she does, and she sees the madman holding her boyfriend's severed head on a stick, tapping it the roof.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I like these stories. I like the little shiver they still give me, despite their lameness, as I remember the effect they had on me as a child. I can imagine getting more spooked if I heard these in a scary place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing I like about these stories is the same thing I like about horror movies: you can laugh at them and be scared by them at the same time. The good ones aren't usually like that -- I certainly wasn't laughing at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Ring&lt;/span&gt;, for instance -- but the bad ones . . . they can scare and amuse all at once. I think that's weird. But I also think it's kinda cool. Maybe that's part of the reason why I'm writing a pseudo-horror novel. It's interesting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5605249801628301864-9113524405250158229?l=pavlovskitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pavlovskitty.blogspot.com/feeds/9113524405250158229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5605249801628301864&amp;postID=9113524405250158229' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605249801628301864/posts/default/9113524405250158229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605249801628301864/posts/default/9113524405250158229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pavlovskitty.blogspot.com/2007/10/scary-stories.html' title='Scary stories'/><author><name>Pavlov's Kitty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605249801628301864.post-3196528102955310946</id><published>2007-10-23T09:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T10:02:35.386-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Still alive</title><content type='html'>Things have been unexpectedly busy at work for the past few days, and this weekend I was out of town, so I haven't had much time to sit down and plan my novel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still planning to write it though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are looking a little lighter today, so maybe I'll do another character sketch. But even if I don't do any more of them, I'm happy about what I've done so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I really wish I could just read my current novel when I'm not busy at work. Spending all this time writing is probably going to mean a substantial break from reading, and there are some things I really want to read before November starts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe not though. I'm not sure I'll be able to stop. I'm addicted to reading! And it makes my writing better!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5605249801628301864-3196528102955310946?l=pavlovskitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pavlovskitty.blogspot.com/feeds/3196528102955310946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5605249801628301864&amp;postID=3196528102955310946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605249801628301864/posts/default/3196528102955310946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605249801628301864/posts/default/3196528102955310946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pavlovskitty.blogspot.com/2007/10/still-alive.html' title='Still alive'/><author><name>Pavlov's Kitty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605249801628301864.post-5617719037920843684</id><published>2007-10-17T12:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T12:54:07.796-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='character'/><title type='text'>Character sketches, #2a</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. What is your full name?&lt;/span&gt; Lillian Hayes Dupont&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Where and when were you born?&lt;/span&gt; I was born seventeen years ago in White Plains, New York.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Who are/were your parents?  (Know their names, occupations, personalities, etc.)&lt;/span&gt; My mother, Jessica (maiden name Hayes), is a stay-at-home mom. My father, Benoit (goes by Ben), is a university professor (French literature; works at NYU). My parents are both kind, supportive people. They don't have a an especially intimate or loving relationship, but they get along. My father reads a lot, of course, and doesn't watch TV. He spends a lot of time in his office at the university. My mother is more conventional -- she likes TV, drinks coffee with her friends, takes me shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Do you have any siblings?  What are/were they like?&lt;/span&gt; I have no siblings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lily and Ambrose are half-siblings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Where do you live now, and with whom?  Describe the place and the person/people.&lt;/span&gt; I still live in the house I grew up in. I'm about to start my senior year of high school. However, I'm spending the summer at my great aunt's house in France. She's sick in bed. I'm using the summer to practice my French and my college audition piece (I play the cello).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15. How would you describe your childhood in general?&lt;/span&gt; Nothing too unusual. I was sometimes lonely as an only child, but I always had a best friend or two to play with. My family didn't eat dinner together every night, but we probably did about half the time. My parents came to my cello recitals and everything. They did push me to keep playing when I wanted to quit in junior high, but I started liking it again around sophomore year. There's been some drama between me and my mom but for the most part, my parents give me enough independence that we don't fight that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16. What is your earliest memory?&lt;/span&gt; My father reading to me in French.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18. Did you enjoy school?&lt;/span&gt; Not really. I like playing in the orchestra, but I'm looking forward to focusing on music -- I don't love to read as much as my dad, and I'm not very good at math and science.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;26. When and with whom was your first kiss?&lt;/span&gt; When I was thirteen, with a boy named Bradley who has since moved away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;27. Are you a virgin?  If not, when and with whom did you lose your virginity?&lt;/span&gt; Yes, I am a virgin. None of my friends are that popular with guys -- I don't think we give off a very welcoming vibe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;31. What do you consider your greatest achievement?&lt;/span&gt; This past year, I received great marks in the hardest competition I've ever entered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;32. What is your greatest regret?&lt;/span&gt; A few years ago, I had a falling out with my former best friend that was very nasty. I wish I'd handled it better, and I'm still ashamed of how I behaved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;35. When was the time you were the most frightened?&lt;/span&gt; When I found out my father has cancer (he's okay now).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;41. What is your greatest fear?&lt;/span&gt; That I'll mess up my auditions and not get in anywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;44. What are your views on sex?&lt;/span&gt; I'm not against premarital sex, I just haven't done it myself. I'm looking forward to having sex when I actually find a decent guy to do it with. I hope that will happen -- I haven't had much luck so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;46. In your opinion, what is the most evil thing any human being could do?&lt;/span&gt; I have no patience for intolerance or hatred of any kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;47. Do you believe in the existence of soul mates and/or true love?&lt;/span&gt; True love, not soulmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;48. What do you believe makes a successful life?&lt;/span&gt; Success in a variety of areas -- career, family, social life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;52. Who or what, if anything, would you die for (or otherwise go to extremes for)?&lt;/span&gt; My family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;55. Who is the person you respect the most, and why?&lt;/span&gt; My father, because he has achieved success in the way I've defined it for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;58. Have you ever been in love?  If so, describe what happened.&lt;/span&gt; Yes, I fell in love with our substitute orchestra teacher in 10th grade. Nothing happened, except that I turned red every time he said something nice to me. I haven't had a real boyfriend. I've gone to dances with boys before, and I dated one for a few weeks, but nothing serious happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;59. What do you look for in a potential lover?&lt;/span&gt; I would need a good person, someone who was kind and tolerant, and had half a brain. They would have to have at least some appreciation for music. I would have to be attracted to them too, although they wouldn't have to be extremely handsome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;61. Have you started your own family?  If so, describe them.  If not, do you want to?  Why or why not?&lt;/span&gt; I do want to start a family some day, but I am investing more in myself and my career right now. I'm not sure if I could stay at home the way my mother has, but I do picture myself getting married and having children either way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;62. Who would you turn to if you were in desperate need of help?&lt;/span&gt; Ask my parents or my friends. I think that one or the other would be able to help me no matter what the situation was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;63. Do you trust anyone to protect you?  Who, and why?&lt;/span&gt; I do trust my parents to make decisions in my best interests, although sometimes I want them to let me make my own mistakes. I am glad they made me stick with the cello, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;66. Do you tend to argue with people, or avoid conflict?&lt;/span&gt; With strangers, avoid conflict. With family and friends, argue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;67. Do you tend to take on leadership roles in social situations?&lt;/span&gt; Not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;68. Do you like interacting with large groups of people?  Why or why not?&lt;/span&gt; No, it makes me self-conscious and nervous. I prefer getting to know people in smaller  groups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;69. Do you care what others think of you?&lt;/span&gt; I would be lying if I said no. Especially with the cello, I need the approval of others to have success in my career. But I also want my family and friends' approval in my decisions, big and small. I can live with them not approving of me all the time, but I want them to like me for who I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;81. How do you deal with stress?&lt;/span&gt; Music music music . . . or bitching about it with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;83. What are your pet peeves?&lt;/span&gt; Rudeness, flakiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;84. Describe the routine of a normal day for you.  How do you feel when this routine is disrupted?&lt;/span&gt; Well, my routine is about to change because I'm going on a trip. But during the school year, I'll get up, get ready, eat breakfast in the car (one of my friends drives me, I don't have my own car), go to school (eating lunch with friends), go to my lesson (or practice, depending on the day), go home, eat dinner, and then do homework (maybe interrupting my homework to talk on the phone with a friend, surf the internet, download some new music, or whatever). The weekends vary a lot more, but usually I practice in the mornings so that I can have my afternoons and evenings free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;85. What is your greatest strength as a person?&lt;/span&gt; I think I'm good at understanding things from other people's point of view&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;86. What is your greatest weakness?&lt;/span&gt; I would like to have more confidence in myself around guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;87. If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?&lt;/span&gt; I hate my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;90. Name three things you consider yourself to be very good at, and three things you consider yourself to be very bad at.&lt;/span&gt; I'm good at playing the cello, giving advice, and baking. I'm bad at sports, telling stories, and calculus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;93. What goal do you most want to accomplish in your lifetime?&lt;/span&gt; I would love to go to Juilliard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;94. Where do you see yourself in 5 years?&lt;/span&gt; Hopefully going into a great graduate program and dating someone I really love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;96. If you knew you were going to die in 24 hours, name three things you would do in the time you had left.&lt;/span&gt; Play the cello for the last time, go swimming in the ocean, lose my virginity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;100. If you could, what advice would you, the player, give to your character?  (You might even want to speak as if he or she were sitting right here in front of you, and use proper tone so he or she might heed your advice...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Keep playing the cello, ask a cute guy on a date, and don't go visit your aunt this summer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5605249801628301864-5617719037920843684?l=pavlovskitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pavlovskitty.blogspot.com/feeds/5617719037920843684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5605249801628301864&amp;postID=5617719037920843684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605249801628301864/posts/default/5617719037920843684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605249801628301864/posts/default/5617719037920843684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pavlovskitty.blogspot.com/2007/10/character-sketches-2a.html' title='Character sketches, #2a'/><author><name>Pavlov's Kitty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605249801628301864.post-6426808215210070766</id><published>2007-10-16T17:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T17:34:32.420-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='character'/><title type='text'>Character sketches, #1b</title><content type='html'>The most important thing I gained from doing Ambrose's character sketch was the idea of his mentor, whom I spontaneously named Robert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an earlier post, I decided really liked the idea of Ambrose abandoning his religious identity because he has never experienced real interpersonal love before, so sexual love is irresistible to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The idea of his having a distant, incomplete father figure came naturally out of that. It's probably a cliche, but I think it really works here. For one thing, it makes sense to me that Ambrose, a rising star in his church, would have a mentor to shape him and guide his career. It would be difficult to swallow if Ambrose did that all on his own, especially as an orphan with no resources.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This may have been inspired by the amazing &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Motherless-Brooklyn-Jonathan-Lethem/dp/0375724834"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Motherless Brooklyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, which I just read a few weeks ago. Unrelated tangent: Edward Norton is starring in the &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0385887/"&gt;film version&lt;/a&gt;? Neat!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It also makes sense that Ambrose would have someone he secretly wished were a parental figure but really isn't. It's important that Ambrose's mentor doesn't really love him as a person, and I can buy that he wouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I like the idea of one of his caretakers at the orphanage loving Ambrose, but Ambrose not really caring about it because it's worth nothing to him -- it's Robert's love and esteem that he really wants, because Robert's opinion matters; his caretaker (probably a woman) is not someone Ambrose respects, so he doesn't look at her as a full human being (a problem that will be important for Ambrose later on).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am happy with this exercise so far. This is the kind of backstory/character detail that might not have occurred to me while I was writing the actual novel, but that adds a lot to my vision of the character. Very good. I will continue to do this for the other main characters, hopefully with similar results.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5605249801628301864-6426808215210070766?l=pavlovskitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pavlovskitty.blogspot.com/feeds/6426808215210070766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5605249801628301864&amp;postID=6426808215210070766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605249801628301864/posts/default/6426808215210070766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605249801628301864/posts/default/6426808215210070766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pavlovskitty.blogspot.com/2007/10/character-sketches-1b.html' title='Character sketches, #1b'/><author><name>Pavlov's Kitty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605249801628301864.post-5332576990464848432</id><published>2007-10-16T17:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T17:24:32.879-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='character'/><title type='text'>Character sketches, #1a</title><content type='html'>Today I'm going to start my character sketches. That way I'll hopefully have them finished by the time NaNo actually starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm used to doing stuff like this from my many years of amateur acting, and I enjoy it. I'm hoping it will help me think about the characters and the world of the book in an organized, useful way. If not, I might not end up finishing them, but that's okay with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone (I don't remember who!) recommended a set of &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.geocities.com/poetess47/100questions.html"&gt;questions&lt;/a&gt; that are intended for RPG characters, but seem useful for other kinds of characters as well. I'm going to try them out for Ambrose and see if they work. I'll answer all of the questions myself, but some get a bit repetitive, so I won't post them all here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of my answers are from Ambrose's point of view. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My input appears in italics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. What is your full name?&lt;/span&gt; Ambrose Bent (no middle name)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Where and when were you born?&lt;/span&gt; I don't know where I was born. I was left at a (religious) orphanage in Boston, Massachusetts, when I was only one year old. I just turned eighteen in December.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Do you have any siblings?  What are/were they like?&lt;/span&gt; I don't know. I grew up with a few other orphans, but I didn't like them much. I felt like an only child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ambrose does have a sister who's about a year younger than he is, but he doesn't know it yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. What is your occupation?&lt;/span&gt; I am a student. I have just graduated high school, and I'll start college in the fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. To which social class do you belong?&lt;/span&gt; I am a poor orphan, so I'm a member of the lower class in that way. However, in the fall I will attend a prestigious university on scholarship, so intellectually, I'm in the upper class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12. What words and/or phrases do you use very frequently?&lt;/span&gt; Not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15. How would you describe your childhood in general?&lt;/span&gt; Well, I was an orphan, so it wasn't great. But it could have been a lot worse. The main focus of my childhood was religious instruction. I got a lot of it from people in my church, and I read a lot of it on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18. Did you enjoy school?&lt;/span&gt; Yes, I enjoy reading and learning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20. While growing up, did you have any role models?  If so, describe them.&lt;/span&gt; Yes, my mentor Robert is a (priest) in our church. He took an interest in me early on (around age 11-12) because he saw my potential. Robert is a smart, business-like man. He gives me lots of things to read and then quizzes me ruthlessly about it, and we debate things a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;About putting the word priest in parentheses: I don't know what else to call them yet. It will be the equivalent of a priest, but this novel is definitely not set in the Catholic church.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;27. Are you a virgin?  If not, when and with whom did you lose your virginity?&lt;/span&gt; Yes, and I will be celibate for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;29. What do you consider the most important event of your life so far?&lt;/span&gt; Being left at the orphanage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;31. What do you consider your greatest achievement?&lt;/span&gt; Robert is most proud of where I am going to college, but I am most proud of the speech I gave at our graduation ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;33. What is the most evil thing you have ever done?&lt;/span&gt; My pride is evil, although the church itself has instilled it in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;35. When was the time you were the most frightened?&lt;/span&gt; When I had to get my appendix taken out. It was the first time I ever slept outside the orphanage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;37. If you could change one thing from your past, what would it be, and why?&lt;/span&gt; I would not want to be an orphan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;38. What is your best memory?&lt;/span&gt; The day I got into college, when Robert said he was proud of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;39. What is your worst memory?&lt;/span&gt; Once Robert was angry with me for neglecting my work and it seemed like he had given up on me for a whole month. I had to beg him to take me back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;41. What is your greatest fear?&lt;/span&gt; That I will sin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;44. What are your views on sex?&lt;/span&gt; It's necessary only for procreation. As a (priest), I will never procreate, so I will never have sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;46. In your opinion, what is the most evil thing any human being could do?&lt;/span&gt; Follow a hedonistic, godless lifestyle and get other people to follow him in that lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;48. What do you believe makes a successful life?&lt;/span&gt; There are different answers for different people. For some people (lesser people), it's getting married and having a family. For me, it's getting educated and becoming a (priest) and scholar. I hope to speak around the country (or around the world even) and maybe publish some books to attract people to my religion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;49. How honest are you about your thoughts and feelings (i.e. do you hide your true self from others, and in what way)?&lt;/span&gt; I am a very self-aware person. I have an analytical mind, and I turn it on itself all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;50. Do you have any biases or prejudices?&lt;/span&gt; I try to eliminate unfair biases, but our religions teaches beliefs that other consider prejudiced. For example, we believe that women should generally stay in the domestic sphere. I don't have racial or ethnic biases, but I do believe that people who don't believe in my religion are wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;52. Who or what, if anything, would you die for (or otherwise go to extremes for)?&lt;/span&gt; God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;59. What do you look for in a potential lover?&lt;/span&gt; N/A, but if I were going to get married, I would look for a woman who loved God as much as I do, and who would be an obedient wife and a good mother to our children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;62. Who would you turn to if you were in desperate need of help?&lt;/span&gt; The church. I would hesitate to turn to Robert, because I wouldn't want him to see me in a vulnerable state. But he would probably help me anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;63. Do you trust anyone to protect you?  Who, and why?&lt;/span&gt; No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;69. Do you care what others think of you?&lt;/span&gt; Yes, probably more than I should. I want them to recognize my skill and intellect. Especially Robert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;71. What is your most treasured possession?&lt;/span&gt; The copy of the scripture I received when I entered the orphanage. I've read it countless times over the past seventeen years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;72. What is your favorite color?&lt;/span&gt; Not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't like these kinds of questions. I don't think Ambrose would care, anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;73. What is your favorite food?&lt;/span&gt; None. Food is necessary for survival, but we shouldn't take pleasure in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ambrose probably takes pleasure in it anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;77. How do you spend a typical Saturday night?&lt;/span&gt; Reading, praying, meditating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;78. What makes you laugh?&lt;/span&gt; . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I think if you asked Ambrose this question, he would just stare back at you blankly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;82. Are you spontaneous, or do you always need to have a plan?&lt;/span&gt; Sometimes I am spontaneous when I speak. A balance between planning and spontaneity is usually a good idea in those situations. In my own life, I have a careful plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;83. What are your pet peeves?&lt;/span&gt; Bad grammar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;84. Describe the routine of a normal day for you.  How do you feel when this routine is disrupted?&lt;/span&gt; My routine will change a lot this coming year. However, for the past few years, it's been like this: wake up, get dressed, wash, eat breakfast, go to school, do homework (for school and for Robert) in the library, eat dinner with Robert (where we also discuss and debate whatever reading he's given me), go home, pray and meditate, go to bed. On weekends, I will sometimes reward myself with a trip to the museum if I have the money. I will also go to religious services and sometimes do community service as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;85. What is your greatest strength as a person?&lt;/span&gt; My speaking ability, my intellect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;86. What is your greatest weakness?&lt;/span&gt; My pride. It's perhaps the only sin I can't help committing over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;87. If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?&lt;/span&gt; I sometimes think it would be easier to be a more normal member of the church, and settle down with a wife and kids and a normal job. However, I'm not sure I would change this if I had the power to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;91. Do you like yourself?&lt;/span&gt; I am proud of my accomplishments, but I also see my own faults very clearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;93. What goal do you most want to accomplish in your lifetime?&lt;/span&gt; Become an accomplished (priest) and religious scholar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;96. If you knew you were going to die in 24 hours, name three things you would do in the time you had left.&lt;/span&gt; Pray to God, tell Robert goodbye, write something beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;100. If you could, what advice would you, the player, give to your character?  (You might even want to speak as if he or she were sitting right here in front of you, and use proper tone so he or she might heed your advice...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I would tell him to have some experiences outside of his church and his religion, just to make sure he's not missing out on something better for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5605249801628301864-5332576990464848432?l=pavlovskitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pavlovskitty.blogspot.com/feeds/5332576990464848432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5605249801628301864&amp;postID=5332576990464848432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605249801628301864/posts/default/5332576990464848432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605249801628301864/posts/default/5332576990464848432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pavlovskitty.blogspot.com/2007/10/character-sketches-1a.html' title='Character sketches, #1a'/><author><name>Pavlov's Kitty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605249801628301864.post-3151053588930211489</id><published>2007-10-15T18:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T18:34:27.808-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>What have I gotten myself into? (#1?)</title><content type='html'>I wrote 1,573 words today. Not on my NaNo novel -- on something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was hard! And my word processor counts an ellipsis (. . .) as three words! And I use way too many ellipses in my writing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have I gotten myself into?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm decently satisfied with what I wrote today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I'll have to slide down a few notches on the &lt;a href="http://crapometer.blogspot.com/"&gt;crapometer&lt;/a&gt; if I'm going to make it through this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5605249801628301864-3151053588930211489?l=pavlovskitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pavlovskitty.blogspot.com/feeds/3151053588930211489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5605249801628301864&amp;postID=3151053588930211489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605249801628301864/posts/default/3151053588930211489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605249801628301864/posts/default/3151053588930211489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pavlovskitty.blogspot.com/2007/10/what-have-i-gotten-myself-into-1.html' title='What have I gotten myself into? (#1?)'/><author><name>Pavlov's Kitty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605249801628301864.post-7072468577181442329</id><published>2007-10-15T15:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T15:44:31.271-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='character'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plot'/><title type='text'>Changing the plot, #4</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Antonia vs. Lily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. When I posted earlier about the female characters in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Monk&lt;/span&gt; being boring, Antonia was really the one I was talking about most of all. Because Antonia is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;boring&lt;/span&gt;. In the first scene, her only contribution to the story is to be reluctant to take off her veil in church, because she's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; modest. Things only get more nauseating from there. Really, the only reason for her being in the story is to be Ambrosio's helpless victim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm not going to waste my time writing female characters like that, because they're boring, and I don't want to write about boring people this time around (if ever). So Lily is going to have to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ambrose will meet Lily when he and his group are visiting the sick. It will have to be him and Zachary together, I suppose, since both of them have to fall for her. Anyway, Lily will be younger than Zach and Ambrose -- about to start her last year of high school -- and she's in town with her mother visiting her sick aunt. I'm thinking she'll be an aspiring artist or musician, so she's spending the summer preparing her portfolio/audition piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think there are two ways I could really take Lily, especially since she's outside the main group of people on the trip: I could make her really interested in sex, or not interested at all. I'm thinking "not interested at all," just because it makes Ambrose's behavior much worse. Or maybe I'll make her interested in sex, just not interested in boys. This sort of screws Zachary over, since Lorenzo had a crush on Antonia in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Monk&lt;/span&gt;, but Zachary's main role is to rescue Resa anyway, so that's not such a big concern for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A big question is whether to make Ambrose and Lily brother and sister, as Ambrosio and Antonia are in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Monk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;. Although it's a bit cheesy, it's such a gothic thing that I'm reluctant to do away with it. And I think it would make Ambrose more sympathetic if he were raised in a religious orphanage. That way, he's been indoctrinated with religion his whole life, but has never really been loved by a parent. I like the idea of sexual love being the only kind of love he has ever experienced; it makes more sense that he would just abandon his entire identity (which is completely enmeshed with his religion) for sexual conquests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm getting off topic here. The focus is supposed to be on Lily. Well, I've been debating whether or not to "kill" her, and I'm not sure. I actually like the idea of her (and maybe Resa) ganging up on Ambrose and killing him. At the same time, I'm not sure Lily would do that -- she might want the judicial system to take care of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, in the middle of this brainstorming I just remembered my &lt;a href="http://pavlovskitty.blogspot.com/2007/10/character-sexuality.html"&gt;earlier post&lt;/a&gt; about why I wasn't making any of my characters homosexual. I guess I'll have to let Lily survive if I make her gay, because I want to stick by what I wrote in that post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aah, this is turning into a mess. Okay, so here are the choices I have to make about her:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does she like . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Guys (and if so, does she like Ambrose and/or Zachary?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Girls&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Does she . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Survive the rape (and if so, does she kill Ambrose herself or prosecute him legally?)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get murdered by Ambrose?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Well, I think I will stick to that previous post and make her straight. It would be convenient for story purposes if she didn't like men, but I believe in what I originally wrote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think maybe Ambrose will try to kill her but fail, and she'll end up hurting him to get away, so that he can find out that they're brother and sister, and then he'll be left to rot in jail with the knowledge of the horrible thing he did. If I'm leaving out the supernatural element of the book, Ambrose's death might be seen as a merciful punishment for him, since we wouldn't see him getting thrown into hell. This way, he'll have to live with the knowledge of what he's done -- and whatever injury or injuries Lily has given him -- for the rest of his long, miserable life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or he could kill himself and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; he's going to hell, but think he deserves it. That might be more interesting and give him some sympathy in the end . . . as opposed to the original book, where the reader is rather glad to see Ambrosio gruesomely killed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5605249801628301864-7072468577181442329?l=pavlovskitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pavlovskitty.blogspot.com/feeds/7072468577181442329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5605249801628301864&amp;postID=7072468577181442329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605249801628301864/posts/default/7072468577181442329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605249801628301864/posts/default/7072468577181442329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pavlovskitty.blogspot.com/2007/10/changing-plot-4.html' title='Changing the plot, #4'/><author><name>Pavlov's Kitty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605249801628301864.post-4877001403258100222</id><published>2007-10-15T12:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T10:30:00.183-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='character'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plot'/><title type='text'>Changing the plot, #3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Agnes vs. Resa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my previous post, I said that Matilda was the only interesting character in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Monk&lt;/span&gt;. That's not really true; I wasn't giving Agnes enough credit. Agnes is a pretty good character, especially for a novel written by a man in the eighteenth century. She's just much more conventional than Matilda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early in the plot of the novel, Ambrosio finds Agnes communicating with her lover. I think they agreed to meet somewhere or something like that. I don't remember, and it doesn't really matter to me right now. The problem is that Agnes is a nun, so having a boyfriend is a huge problem for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really can't remember the details of the backstory here, but basically what happened is that Agnes's boyfriend/fiance/whatever seemed to have died or left her in some irreversible way. So she decided to "take the veil" (become a nun). But then it turns out he's still alive, or around, or whatever, and she's screwed because she's already taken her vows -- and she's pregnant with his child. So she and Raymond plan to elope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ambrosio catches them somehow and tells the head of Agnes's convent about what he's seen. The head of the convent takes Agnes away, and -- this is the creepy part -- Agnes just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;disappears&lt;/span&gt;. As it turns out, she's locked in a dungeon underneath the convent, and she stays there for months. She even gives birth to her child while she's hidden there, but since she's given no medical care and very little food, the baby doesn't survive. When her brother finally comes to rescue her, she's still holding her child's dead body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agnes is obviously more of a fighter than one would expect to see during this time period. It's true that the only thing she fights for is love and babies, but still -- that's something. She endures a seriously horrible punishment and comes out okay in the end. And I'm pretty she gets to marry Raymond legally. I think they get permission from the Pope or something like that -- some kind of document releasing her from her vows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I definitely want to retain this kind of determination in Resa, my version of Agnes. It's more the circumstances around her that will have to change. For one thing, my novel is probably going to take place on a two- or three-month-long trip (about the length of summer vacation), and I want the story to end at the end of the trip. So she probably won't be able to deliver her baby, since I imagine her being about two months pregnant at the beginning of the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think she will just be hidden away, although I'm not sure where to put her yet. I am probably setting this thing in an old abbey or convent, but I'm not sure there will be a convenient dungeon for her to be trapped in. Maybe one of the monk's/nun's old cells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure what to do about the dead baby though. That was just so gruesome in the original story, and I don't want mine to wimp out in comparison. I'm thinking about having her get sick and miscarry due to her imprisonment. That's not quite the same level of ickiness, but I don't know. It's really a problem for the purposes of this story, unless I make their trip much longer, which I really don't want to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think what might happen is that she won't end up happily in the arms of Raymond (Jacob, I think?), maybe because she was only going to marry him because of the baby, or maybe because &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt; was only going to marry &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; because of the baby. I'm not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm having trouble deciding anything definite right now, so this is something I will leave open for while I'm writing the novel. Maybe my character sketches will illuminate the matter, but I'm kind of okay with it if that doesn't happen. These details aren't as crucial to the entire novel holding together. On the contrary, they will reflect the overall feel and theme of the novel, and I like the idea of leaving that partially open. Who knows, maybe Resa will dump Jacob and go off to join a kibbutz. We'll just have to see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5605249801628301864-4877001403258100222?l=pavlovskitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pavlovskitty.blogspot.com/feeds/4877001403258100222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5605249801628301864&amp;postID=4877001403258100222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605249801628301864/posts/default/4877001403258100222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605249801628301864/posts/default/4877001403258100222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pavlovskitty.blogspot.com/2007/10/changing-plot-3.html' title='Changing the plot, #3'/><author><name>Pavlov's Kitty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605249801628301864.post-7759748216681134435</id><published>2007-10-12T16:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T16:45:30.681-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>A quick observation</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I wonder what the hell I'm doing trying to write a novel like this -- the idea for which popped into my head out of the blue one day -- in a month. I doubt the appeal and validity of my idea, and my ability to execute it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, planning this project always makes me feel excited to write it. And that makes me feel &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; much better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5605249801628301864-7759748216681134435?l=pavlovskitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pavlovskitty.blogspot.com/feeds/7759748216681134435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5605249801628301864&amp;postID=7759748216681134435' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605249801628301864/posts/default/7759748216681134435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605249801628301864/posts/default/7759748216681134435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pavlovskitty.blogspot.com/2007/10/quick-observation.html' title='A quick observation'/><author><name>Pavlov's Kitty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605249801628301864.post-5195786192827689651</id><published>2007-10-12T16:24:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T16:42:57.386-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='character'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plot'/><title type='text'>Changing the plot, #2</title><content type='html'>As I was saying, what makes a good heroine has changed a lot since M.G. Lewis's time. That's why I'm going to be changing the female characters the most -- aspects of their personality as well as what they'll end up doing in the plot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be doing more detailed character sketches later. For now, here are some basic notes on what about them I want to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matilda vs. Audrey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I said before, Matilda is perhaps the only truly interesting female character in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Monk&lt;/span&gt;. She has disguised herself as a man to get closer to Ambrosio -- showing that she takes initiative in her own life. She also somewhat bizarrely changes from being Ambrosio's lover to helping him abduct and rape Antonia. Bizarre, but interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing that Ambrosio notices about Matilda when she reveals herself to be a woman is that she looks just like a painting of the Virgin Mary that he is fond of (perhaps a bit too fond of). Of course, the irony is that Matilda is actually the devil -- if not Satan himself, then some kind of demon (blame my faulty memory for this ambiguity).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that Matilda is a demon sort of forces me to ignore her awesomeness. She's not a normal woman at all -- she's supernatural. So of course she wouldn't behave like Agnes and Antonia do. It's much more interesting to me before we know about that plot twist. MUCH more interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the first thing I'm doing with Audrey, my version of Matilda, is that I'm making her 100% human and real. I'm actually going to have Ambrose &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wonder&lt;/span&gt; whether she's some sort of spirit or hallucination, but look a bit foolish for thinking so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of her behavior being guided by the fact that she's the devil, her behavior will be guided by something else that I haven't quite decided. The most obvious thing would be desire for Ambrose, and envy that he's moved on to someone else. I'm not sure that's the most interesting choice, though. I think Audrey's character sketch is going to be the most important, because there are so many directions I could take her, and I want something really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I'm sure of is that I don't want Audrey to represent the evil force that corrupts Ambrose (and anyone else who ends up a bit corrupted by the end of this novel). That would be boring and a bit too misogynistic for my taste. She is definitely going to be important in the ending, but I'm not sure how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about this, I'm reminded of one of my drama teacher's interpretations of Lady Macbeth. Now, traditionally, Lady Macbeth is basically an evil, ambitious sociopath. But one of my drama teachers suggested, based on her monologue where she summons evil forces to help her murder the king, that maybe she's not pure evil -- maybe she's summoning those forces because she needs help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this concept, and I'm going to toy with something similar for Audrey. Maybe Audrey isn't sure she's making the right decisions and ultimately reforms at the end of the novel, or at least decides that no, these aren't the right decisions for her. Maybe she'll be the only one who's allowed to escape in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What she's going to escape I'll get to next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5605249801628301864-5195786192827689651?l=pavlovskitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pavlovskitty.blogspot.com/feeds/5195786192827689651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5605249801628301864&amp;postID=5195786192827689651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605249801628301864/posts/default/5195786192827689651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605249801628301864/posts/default/5195786192827689651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pavlovskitty.blogspot.com/2007/10/changing-plot-2.html' title='Changing the plot, #2'/><author><name>Pavlov's Kitty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605249801628301864.post-6473322314326734522</id><published>2007-10-11T12:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T12:12:57.853-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='title'/><title type='text'>Title, #1</title><content type='html'>Man, do I hate coming up with titles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the idea of Ambrose being the title character in some way. Now, he's not a monk this time around, so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Monk&lt;/span&gt; won't work, of course. And I don't want to do something similar because it would be like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Student&lt;/span&gt; or something dumb like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ambrose&lt;/span&gt; might work by itself. Maybe. I could always do that pretentious think and call it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ambrose: A Novel&lt;/span&gt;. Not sure how I feel about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm somewhat tempted to call it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Saint Ambrose&lt;/span&gt; (har har) but I don't want to retain the tie to Catholicism that the word &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;saint&lt;/span&gt; creates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there's the abbey I'm using as the setting. The setting is a powerful force in my novel because it changes the characters' thinking and perception of reality, much like it did in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Northanger Abbey&lt;/span&gt;. But &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Abbey&lt;/span&gt;, I don't know. I don't think it's something I would pick up if I were browsing in the library or bookstore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mission Trip&lt;/span&gt; is equally dumb. It sounds like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Road Trip&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Euro Trip&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem with picking the title beforehand is that I think I will find the title while I'm actually writing the thing. Sort of like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close&lt;/span&gt;. Not that Jonathan Safran Foer definitely didn't know his title ahead of time, but I could see him discovering that while he was writing it, since Oskar keeps saying things like that all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite so far is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ambrose&lt;/span&gt; or maybe even &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ambrose: A Novel&lt;/span&gt;. I will stick with that for now but continue to think about new ideas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5605249801628301864-6473322314326734522?l=pavlovskitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pavlovskitty.blogspot.com/feeds/6473322314326734522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5605249801628301864&amp;postID=6473322314326734522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605249801628301864/posts/default/6473322314326734522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605249801628301864/posts/default/6473322314326734522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pavlovskitty.blogspot.com/2007/10/title-1.html' title='Title, #1'/><author><name>Pavlov's Kitty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605249801628301864.post-7287260812648178952</id><published>2007-10-11T10:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T10:33:44.352-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='character'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plot'/><title type='text'>Changing the plot, #1</title><content type='html'>The problem with reading older books, especially books like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Monk&lt;/span&gt;, is that the heroines aren't very likable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Monk&lt;/span&gt; was written, the ideal heroine was meek, obedient, beautiful, and (most importantly) sexually pure. In fact, at that time, the word &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;virtue &lt;/span&gt;(for women at least) was synonymous with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;virginity&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chastity&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have changed since then. Maybe they're still similar in some romantic comedies, but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Monk&lt;/span&gt; is not a romantic comedy. It has romance, yes, but it also has murder and imprisonment. I think that if it were a movie, it would be something between a drama and a thriller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you only have to watch something like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Silence of the Lambs&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kill Bill&lt;/span&gt; to see that meekness and chastity are no longer required qualities for female heroines. Clarice Starling and Beatrice Kiddo kick ass, literally and figuratively. They go after what they want. They have to deal with some obstacles first, but they go after it nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Monk&lt;/span&gt;, Antonia is the ultimate boring but virtuous female heroine. She just sort of sits there being meek and modest until Ambrosio comes and takes her away. Do we feel sorry for her? Of course. But do we really &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;like&lt;/span&gt; her? Meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agnes is a bit better, because what she goes through is much more harrowing, and she does show some resolve in refusing to let go of her baby. But still . . . she disappears for most of the book and then is rescued by her brother. Yawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only interesting woman in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Monk&lt;/span&gt; is Matilda, just because she actually takes some action to get what she wants. Unfortunately, it turns out that Matilda isn't even a real woman in the end. So it doesn't end up mattering that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I refuse to write characters like this. I don't want to imbue my entire novel with a feminist agenda, because that's not the point of this novel. I do, however, insist on making my female characters into regular human beings -- not just pretty objects for men to fight over -- and I think that human beings who try to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;get&lt;/span&gt; things are much better novel fodder than passive human beings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, I'm going to be altering the plot in my adaptation. I'm still thinking about what precise changes to make, because I want them to be character driven. But I have some ideas. I'll be posting about them later today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5605249801628301864-7287260812648178952?l=pavlovskitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pavlovskitty.blogspot.com/feeds/7287260812648178952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5605249801628301864&amp;postID=7287260812648178952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605249801628301864/posts/default/7287260812648178952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605249801628301864/posts/default/7287260812648178952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pavlovskitty.blogspot.com/2007/10/changing-plot-1.html' title='Changing the plot, #1'/><author><name>Pavlov's Kitty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605249801628301864.post-1907997590807637011</id><published>2007-10-09T23:14:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T09:38:35.637-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='character'/><title type='text'>Character sexuality</title><content type='html'>I just finished watching an excellent documentary called &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0112651/"&gt;The Celluloid Closet&lt;/a&gt;. It traces the history of the portrayal of homosexuality (and bisexuality, and transvestism, etc.) in Hollywood films.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a moment, this movie made me question whether I should make one or more of my characters engage in homosexuality. It's much more of a controversial subject these days, and considered a Very Bad Thing by many religious groups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason why I quickly decided not to do this is not that I don't think it's worth writing about. It's that given this history, I refuse to even imply that homosexuality could be a bad, dirty thing. I don't want any of my characters to be punished for it -- even if they are forgiven or vindicated in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't the right time for that. Two of the main characters in this novel die. One of the survivors is in love with a dead character. One isn't in love with anyone. The other two end up together, but it's important that it be a heterosexual couple because there's an accidental pregnancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If and when I write something with a homosexual character, I'm determined to portray that character as a normal human being. Nothing more, and nothing less.  There's a long history of homosexual characters being skirted around or passed over because they end up dead. If my homosexual characters don't end up with their love interests, it won't be because one of them is dead. It will be because they're both people, and people don't always end up together, for a variety of reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5605249801628301864-1907997590807637011?l=pavlovskitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pavlovskitty.blogspot.com/feeds/1907997590807637011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5605249801628301864&amp;postID=1907997590807637011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605249801628301864/posts/default/1907997590807637011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605249801628301864/posts/default/1907997590807637011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pavlovskitty.blogspot.com/2007/10/character-sexuality.html' title='Character sexuality'/><author><name>Pavlov's Kitty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605249801628301864.post-5344429026088373956</id><published>2007-10-09T17:40:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T17:44:45.379-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='character'/><title type='text'>Character names: an epiphany</title><content type='html'>I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; the name Ambrosio for the character Ambrosio. It's perfect for him: kind of pretentious and flowery, with a meaning that ultimately becomes ironic and sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw Osbourne. Ambrosio is going to be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ambrose&lt;/span&gt;. The rest of my names are really normal. My only unusual one -- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Resa&lt;/span&gt; - is based on reality. Ambrose can have a weird name, because it suits him so well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I change my mind on that later on, there's always Find/Replace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the final list is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ambrosio: Ambrose&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lorenzo: Zach (Zachary)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Raymond: Jacob&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Matilda: Audrey&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Antonia: Lily&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Agnes: Resa (Theresa)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5605249801628301864-5344429026088373956?l=pavlovskitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pavlovskitty.blogspot.com/feeds/5344429026088373956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5605249801628301864&amp;postID=5344429026088373956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605249801628301864/posts/default/5344429026088373956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605249801628301864/posts/default/5344429026088373956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pavlovskitty.blogspot.com/2007/10/character-names-epiphany.html' title='Character names: an epiphany'/><author><name>Pavlov's Kitty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605249801628301864.post-208787919955052538</id><published>2007-10-09T17:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T17:38:03.514-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='setting'/><title type='text'>Setting, #3</title><content type='html'>My main idea for the setting right now is a group of high school/college kids on some sort of mission trip or service trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They would be far away from home, and probably in a relatively isolated place. After reading &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dracula&lt;/span&gt; this summer, Eastern Europe sounds appealing. I think somewhere in the mountains would be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I also like the idea of it taking place in an old monastery or abbey -- much like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Northanger Abbey&lt;/span&gt;, the only Jane Austen book I like. In fact, I am thinking of incorporating &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Northanger Abbey&lt;/span&gt;-like elements, where the fact that the main characters are in that place changes their thinking and behavior. But I don't want this to be a parody -- there will be real consequences for their changed thinking, rather than just an imaginary gothic novel taking place around them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I say "on the other hand" because I have no idea if there are abbeys in Eastern Europe.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The idea of setting it in some kind of religious school seems less interesting. A trip of some sort makes their isolation more profound and more believable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to go through my list of requirements and see if this (the mission trip idea) meets them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;An element of secrecy and seclusion -- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YES&lt;/span&gt;, they are away from home, especially if they are in a small town or village.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Some travel into the outside world -- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YES, &lt;/span&gt;this would be their daily activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Some communication with the outside world -- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;POSSIBLE&lt;/span&gt;, maybe Resa has found a way to use the Internet or the telephone without anyone else knowing. Or maybe she's just getting letters somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Enforced chastity -- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YES&lt;/span&gt;, as long as that's part of the religious creed of the group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Some kind of religion -- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Some form of higher justice -- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YES,&lt;/span&gt; the local government wherever they are.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I think this would be a good option, and it's the one that's stuck with me the most. I suppose I can resolve my debate of extreme isolation vs. an abbey setting by putting them in a small town in France or Spain. HEY -- I've actually &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;been&lt;/span&gt; to a small town in France! Maybe a bit less research I'll have to do before November 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The age of the characters is another big thing to decide. I think I will make them 18 and over, because that means their parents can be much less involved. Not sure if they'll be college students or not, though. This I will continue to think about -- that's sort of a half-setting, half-character issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy with this for now, but I'm not positive yet. I'll continue to play with it a bit more and see how it holds up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5605249801628301864-208787919955052538?l=pavlovskitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pavlovskitty.blogspot.com/feeds/208787919955052538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5605249801628301864&amp;postID=208787919955052538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605249801628301864/posts/default/208787919955052538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605249801628301864/posts/default/208787919955052538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pavlovskitty.blogspot.com/2007/10/setting-3.html' title='Setting, #3'/><author><name>Pavlov's Kitty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605249801628301864.post-4788158224381326201</id><published>2007-10-09T16:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T16:28:21.030-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='setting'/><title type='text'>Setting, #2</title><content type='html'>So. Where to set my novel. It's an important (perhaps defining) question for every adaptation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is what I need from my setting:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;An element of secrecy and seclusion -- someplace the outside world does not really see. This is essential because Resa (yeah, Agnes is now Resa, I think) is imprisoned for a period of time without anyone finding her or intervening.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Some travel into the outside world -- this is how "Ambrosio" (still undecided on&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;"Osbourne") finds and falls in love with Lily. And it's significant that he pulls her into the secret place.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Some communication with the outside world -- this is how Resa is caught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Enforced chastity -- sexual promiscuity, or sex of any kind, has to have serious negative consequences. Chastity has to be an important moral value.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Some kind of religion -- yes, I've thought about this, but I really think religion is an important aspect of the story. In a way, Lewis's whole point is that religion places unreasonable demands on people, which then makes them spin out of control. It doesn't have to be a conventional religion, and it's not going to be Catholicism. But it has to be some sort of religion nonetheless.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Some form of higher justice -- puts "Ambrosio" in jail at the end of the novel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Looking over the basic plot synopsis I posted yesterday, I think those are the most important elements -- what have to be in place in order for the plot to make sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to think about those for a little while and post my ideas later on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5605249801628301864-4788158224381326201?l=pavlovskitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pavlovskitty.blogspot.com/feeds/4788158224381326201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5605249801628301864&amp;postID=4788158224381326201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605249801628301864/posts/default/4788158224381326201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605249801628301864/posts/default/4788158224381326201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pavlovskitty.blogspot.com/2007/10/setting-2.html' title='Setting, #2'/><author><name>Pavlov's Kitty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605249801628301864.post-2264022915676229027</id><published>2007-10-09T09:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T17:39:25.535-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='setting'/><title type='text'>Setting, #1</title><content type='html'>Setting is really my biggest problem for this project. Part of the reason why the original book worked is that it was set in a monastery/nunnery (in the book, the two were right next door and shared a courtyard).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am of course aware that these things still exist, but they just don't have the same meaning today. Here are some reasons why the original setting was so effective when it was published in England in the 18th century:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;A nunnery was a sort of refuge for young women. Agnes decides to become a nun when she believes she won't be able to marry her boyfriend.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Catholic Church was viewed in a very specific way in England at that time. There was a certain element of mystery about it, because it was foreign and ritualistic, but it was also looked down upon somewhat. I don't think the idea of a corrupt monk/priest was all that uncommon in literature of the time. So it was seen as both enigmatic and somewhat corrupt.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Also, the position of the church in the physical setting (some town in Spain) is different. The book opens with one of Ambrosio's speeches. Even though most of the town isn't really that religious, everyone comes to see Ambrosio speak because he's an eloquent, powerful speaker.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;These things have all changed. Yes, the recent scandals with Catholic priests might have a similar tone to them, but I don't want anything to do with that -- it has nothing to do with my novel, and by now I think it's a tired concept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(And anyway, that kind of corruption would be too evil. The corruption in this novel is supposed to be interesting and maybe even a little bit relatable. Ambrosio's not just some sicko; I think the idea is that anyone might be capable of doing what he does, even though most will choose not to.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there are the more obvious features of the setting. Most importantly, in a monastery or nunnery, you were in big trouble if they found out you had a lover. That propels a lot of Ambrosio's behavior, and it gets Agnes imprisoned for most of the book. So whatever my setting is, there have to be serious negative consequences for having sex -- and, for the Ambrosio character, a substantial fear of being discovered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More on this later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5605249801628301864-2264022915676229027?l=pavlovskitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pavlovskitty.blogspot.com/feeds/2264022915676229027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5605249801628301864&amp;postID=2264022915676229027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605249801628301864/posts/default/2264022915676229027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605249801628301864/posts/default/2264022915676229027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pavlovskitty.blogspot.com/2007/10/setting-1.html' title='Setting, #1'/><author><name>Pavlov's Kitty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605249801628301864.post-4461033084084733011</id><published>2007-10-08T18:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T17:39:02.103-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='character'/><title type='text'>Character names</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;As I start to plan my novel, it's becoming very clear to me that I need to pick out my characters' names now, or else things will get too confusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like many other novelists, Lewis was very careful with his character names. They all mean something (well, almost all):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Ambrosio:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; divine, immortal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Agnes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; chaste, pure, holy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Antonia:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; unknown, but someone said something about a flower, so I'm going with that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Lorenzo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; "from Laurentum" (WTF?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Raymond:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; advice, protector/protecting hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Matilda:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; mighty in battle/strength in battle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;For the most part, I want more contemporary-sounding names. So I did searches on a couple of name websites to find names with similar meanings. Here's what I came up with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ambrosio: &lt;/span&gt;Esmond (? but I like it), Osbourne, Oscar, Oswald&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Agnes:&lt;/span&gt; Katherine, Phoebe, Maria, Theresa, Jessabell, Candace, Karen, Ariana, Bianca, Winifred&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Antonia:&lt;/span&gt; n/a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lorenzo:&lt;/span&gt; n/a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Raymond:&lt;/span&gt; Edmund, Jacob&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Matilda:&lt;/span&gt; Gertrude, Mildred, Audrey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hmm. Interesting. Here are my choices, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ambrosio: &lt;/span&gt;Ambrosio is really the protagonist, so this is hard. My instinct is to go with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Osbourne &lt;/span&gt;and have him go by Oz for short, but that might be stupid. Come back to this one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Agnes: &lt;/span&gt;Lots of good choices, but I love the name &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Phoebe&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Antonia:&lt;/span&gt; I'm going with the flower thing and call her &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lily&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lorenzo: &lt;/span&gt;Tough one, because this name has no meaning to me. So I'll pick randomly. Lorenzo, you are hereby christened . . . &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Zachary&lt;/span&gt;. I picked it because I like the name, but it turns out it also means "God remembers." Appropriate for Lorenzo's character.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Raymond:&lt;/span&gt; Ooh, I love the name &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jacob&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Matilda: &lt;/span&gt;Ditto for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Audrey&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Still not sure about Osbourne, but the others seem okay. Zachary will be Zach, I imagine. Everyone else will go by his or her full name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So one more time:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oz&lt;br /&gt;Phoebe&lt;br /&gt;Lily&lt;br /&gt;Zach&lt;br /&gt;Jacob&lt;br /&gt;Audrey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the women's names end in an "ee" sound. Might switch Phoebe to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Theresa&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Resa&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5605249801628301864-4461033084084733011?l=pavlovskitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pavlovskitty.blogspot.com/feeds/4461033084084733011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5605249801628301864&amp;postID=4461033084084733011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605249801628301864/posts/default/4461033084084733011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605249801628301864/posts/default/4461033084084733011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pavlovskitty.blogspot.com/2007/10/character-names.html' title='Character names'/><author><name>Pavlov's Kitty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605249801628301864.post-115133116127990005</id><published>2007-10-08T18:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T17:39:51.559-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plot'/><title type='text'>Synopsis of The Monk</title><content type='html'>Here's a detailed &lt;a href="http://www.enotes.com/nineteenth-century-criticism/monk-m-g-lewis"&gt;synopsis&lt;/a&gt; of the novel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the much more basic outline I'm working with (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;spoiler alert &lt;/span&gt;if you're ever going to read it yourself).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Characters:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ambrosio is an important monk/priest.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Matilda is another monk who disguised herself as a man to get close to Ambrosio.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Agnes is a nun.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lorenzo, Raymond, and Antonia are your basic novel protagonists from this time -- you know, hot rich people (srsly!).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Other important info:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Agnes and Raymond were lovers before Agnes became a nun (misunderstanding, she thought he was dead, or something).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lorenzo and Agnes are siblings.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lorenzo is in love with Antonia.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Very basic synopsis:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Rosario reveals to Ambrosio that he is really a woman named Matilda, and that "he" is in love with Ambrosio. They sleep together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Ambrosio discovers Agnes communicating with her lover. He tattles on Agnes, and she is locked away in a dungeon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. While visiting a sick old woman, Ambrosio falls in love with her niece, Antonia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. With help from Matilda and Satan, Ambrosio kills Antonia’s aunt and abducts Antonia to rape and murder her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Lorenzo and a mob rescue Agnes (and her dead baby -- horrible) and find Antonia’s dead, ravished body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Lorenzo reveals what Ambrosio has done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Ambrosio is sentenced to death but is saved by Satan. It turns out that Matilda was actually the the devil in disguise, and Antonia was actually Ambrosio's sister, yuck. Then Satan casts Ambrosio's soul into Hell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5605249801628301864-115133116127990005?l=pavlovskitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pavlovskitty.blogspot.com/feeds/115133116127990005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5605249801628301864&amp;postID=115133116127990005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605249801628301864/posts/default/115133116127990005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605249801628301864/posts/default/115133116127990005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pavlovskitty.blogspot.com/2007/10/synopsis-of-monk.html' title='Synopsis of The Monk'/><author><name>Pavlov's Kitty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605249801628301864.post-2906189803054464814</id><published>2007-10-08T16:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T16:35:07.400-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>It begins, #2</title><content type='html'>My fanfiction writing was just for me. I want my NaNo novel to be a little bit closer to something other people would want to read. Yes, a lot of it is going to be crap. But at the very least, I'd like the story to appeal to be people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why I'm stealing the story from someone else!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In college, about a year and a half ago, I read a book called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Monk&lt;/span&gt;. It's one of the most famous gothic novels ever, and it's awesome. Sex, violence, weird ghost stories . . . everything you could possibly want in a piece of assigned reading for an English class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really loved this book, and I don't know why. It's probably the only time in my whole undergraduate career that I read about 300 pages of an assigned novel in just one sitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm taking the basic framework of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Monk&lt;/span&gt; and adapting it to a more modern setting, and to more modern themes. I'll be discussing and debating the details of this process in my posts for the rest of this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really happy with my decision to take someone else's basic story and modify it and rewrite it. It removes a lot of the stress of planning, and allows me to focus on just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;writing&lt;/span&gt; something. Plus, I know that I've read some version of the story and liked it. That makes me feel like I'm doing something right, on some level.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5605249801628301864-2906189803054464814?l=pavlovskitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pavlovskitty.blogspot.com/feeds/2906189803054464814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5605249801628301864&amp;postID=2906189803054464814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605249801628301864/posts/default/2906189803054464814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605249801628301864/posts/default/2906189803054464814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pavlovskitty.blogspot.com/2007/10/it-begins-2.html' title='It begins, #2'/><author><name>Pavlov's Kitty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605249801628301864.post-2602931111862932202</id><published>2007-10-08T15:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T16:34:38.232-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>It begins, #1</title><content type='html'>National Novel Writing Month -- more commonly known as &lt;a href="http://www.nanowrimo.org/"&gt;NaNoWriMo&lt;/a&gt;. I'm sure you know about it by now. The idea is to write a 50,000-word novel in the month of November.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am doing this on a whim. I have no idea whether I'll finish. But I've been wanting to get back into writing for awhile, and this seemed like a good way to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't written anything long since high school, when I passed my time in boring classes writing fanfiction about hunky celebrities. I'm not embarrassed about having done this -- it taught me a lot about writing, and it was a great way to pass the time while seeming to take notes in Pre-AP Chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that for me, NaNoWriMo will be a bridge between that and trying to write a real, publishable (?) novel. My fanfiction was for me, and a few other people who were a lot like me; with my NaNo novel, I'm stepping outside that a little bit. 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