I come by it honestly. . . .

Apparently, public flaming of the sort I engaged in last week (and sporadically at http://palaceofreason.com [plug!])is a genetic inheritance.

http://www.buffalonews.com/editorial/20021118/1017845.asp

More meta-writing wibbling and a bitch

So, I've kvetched and schmutzed and done a whole lot of nothing as far as trying to spit out 50k words for NaNoWriMo.

Saturday was writing weather (it had gotten chilly and a little wild out), and the muse was about to latch onto my head - those of you who write-write know when you're going to be in The Zone. By Gum, I was going to spew out some good stuff.

Then I left to run errands, and my day went to shit.

Piece of gravel caught my windshield just so - fingernail sized crack, dead center. $368 (because I just replaced the fucking thing six weeks ago, and it's under my $500 deductible). Fine, fine, it's not a pressing issue. It can ride.

What cannot fucking ride, however, is the fact that my sun roof won't close. So I am sporting that most redneck of looks - plastic sheeting over an automotive aperture, replete with body-colored duct tape affixing it.

I -may- be able to get it fixed under warranty tonight. If not, I get to look all ghetto until next wednesday, when I drop if off to get my damaged suspension-y bits repaired (and if they're not covered by my warranty, you'll probably hear the screams from your house).

Naturally, I got no writing done whatsoever. I came home, swore a lot, did the ghetto repair job, and fumed, the Muse having boiled away.

*sigh*

Just Do Rafe.

Yep, another LJ meme thing.

http://www.thesurrealist.co.uk/slogan.cgi?word=Rafe

Aside to netgoth: *hug*