(No) Sugar Tonight
Aug. 27th, 2008 05:04 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
handful_ofdustHey! So, as it turns out...the Atkins (at least in its extremely hard-ass induction phase), because it creates "benign ketosis", can also give you hypoglycemia. Which I found out yesterday, when I sudden went: Gee, why am I so exhausted, shaky, sweaty, light-headed and vaguely nauseous? I was feeling so GOOD! Well, that's why. Have therefore switched over to the South Beach Diet instead, whose induction phase seems positively luxuriant by comparison. Already know this was a good idea, and thus shall it continue.
Meanwhile, I also have to sadly report that this is my second month in a row without anything resembling a period. Not normal. "I have to ask," said Dr Gora, when I told him (he's being creepily reasonable these days, BTW, like he figured out I was 'bout to leave his controllingly opaque ass for a [Indian] girl {ie, the intern down the hall}), "do you think you could be pregnant?" "It'd be a genuine medical miracle," I replied, for reasons that should probably seem obvious if you think about them real hard. So he took blood for hormonal testing, scheduled a check-up and a pap smear, and will be scheduling an ultrasound. My first thoughts go to early-onset menopause, but that's probably because I have no idea when my Mom or grandmother would have gone through menopause, if they hadn't both had their uteruses et al removed in their thirties. Ovarian/uterine cancer trots so happily through my immediate family that I was once convinced if I didn't have a baby by 25, it was game over...and wow, was I wrong there! But perhaps my chances of doing it twice, already pretty slim, are finally drawing to an official close.
From the department of Things Not About My Fucking Body, OTOH: As of this morning, my list of Books Read in 2009 passed #100 (The Jigsaw Man, by Gord Rollo). I'm celebrating by trying to sketch out my latest idea before Saturday, in preparation for a potential death-march towards that aforementioned crazy deadline. This is spurred by the fact that Gary Frank told me he does NaNoWriMo every year whether he has to or not, because no matter how awful the draft he comes up with may be, it's another thing to throw on the pile of stuff he could revise and sell later on. So here's the plan, if all goes well: Spend September coming up with Draft Zero and October coming up with Draft One. If I consider Draft One submittable, I'll take advantage of NightShade Books' current cattle-call for "Romero-esque zombie novels that don't suck"; their definition of "Romero-esque" turns out to just be "not voodoo", which I can certainly do, and I think I've come up with a really neat-o twist on both monsters and monster-slayers. We'll see, obviously...but more than ever (particularly after networking with my peeps at FoF), I'm absolutely determined to apply what I've learned from structuring screenplays to producing something which moves fast and reads well.
One way or the other, this is the truth: I know it can be done, and I know I can do it. Again, no (valid) excuses.
Meanwhile, I also have to sadly report that this is my second month in a row without anything resembling a period. Not normal. "I have to ask," said Dr Gora, when I told him (he's being creepily reasonable these days, BTW, like he figured out I was 'bout to leave his controllingly opaque ass for a [Indian] girl {ie, the intern down the hall}), "do you think you could be pregnant?" "It'd be a genuine medical miracle," I replied, for reasons that should probably seem obvious if you think about them real hard. So he took blood for hormonal testing, scheduled a check-up and a pap smear, and will be scheduling an ultrasound. My first thoughts go to early-onset menopause, but that's probably because I have no idea when my Mom or grandmother would have gone through menopause, if they hadn't both had their uteruses et al removed in their thirties. Ovarian/uterine cancer trots so happily through my immediate family that I was once convinced if I didn't have a baby by 25, it was game over...and wow, was I wrong there! But perhaps my chances of doing it twice, already pretty slim, are finally drawing to an official close.
From the department of Things Not About My Fucking Body, OTOH: As of this morning, my list of Books Read in 2009 passed #100 (The Jigsaw Man, by Gord Rollo). I'm celebrating by trying to sketch out my latest idea before Saturday, in preparation for a potential death-march towards that aforementioned crazy deadline. This is spurred by the fact that Gary Frank told me he does NaNoWriMo every year whether he has to or not, because no matter how awful the draft he comes up with may be, it's another thing to throw on the pile of stuff he could revise and sell later on. So here's the plan, if all goes well: Spend September coming up with Draft Zero and October coming up with Draft One. If I consider Draft One submittable, I'll take advantage of NightShade Books' current cattle-call for "Romero-esque zombie novels that don't suck"; their definition of "Romero-esque" turns out to just be "not voodoo", which I can certainly do, and I think I've come up with a really neat-o twist on both monsters and monster-slayers. We'll see, obviously...but more than ever (particularly after networking with my peeps at FoF), I'm absolutely determined to apply what I've learned from structuring screenplays to producing something which moves fast and reads well.
One way or the other, this is the truth: I know it can be done, and I know I can do it. Again, no (valid) excuses.
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Date: 2008-08-30 05:04 am (UTC)Cool. Maybe I ought to make those Army of Darkness Icons I've been meaning to.