11.30.07

Second Verse, Same As The First

Posted in Gaming, NaNoWriMo, Rants, Writing at 5:23 am

Rock Band Return Battle Update: I kept the Twitter feed abreast of the updates to this, but the bottom line is that they’re sending the drums out (at the time of this post, they’re still not listed as “out” yet…) and they’re sending me a copy of MySims (Wii) as a kiss-and-make-up gift. I’m still upset, but for the moment I’m willing to let this slide. I’m just wondering when “two-day express” suddenly meant “two weeks before you even see it possibly maybe could have shipped”.

Last night was another productive writing session; I hit about 2800 words and actually finished that ‘half’ a plot point I mentioned yesterday. So, yeah. Still a long way to go, and I still think I’m targeting on the order of 120-150K words. I’m likely to break 80K without really trying tonight; but, to be completely honest, even if I take the night off from writing, I’ll be happy with an almost 80K month. Particularly given that I set out with the nominal goal of only having a 50K word one.

I had a poison-pen rant in progress yesterday during lunch, in addition to my other coding duties. It was lost when the power randomly went out. I consider that to have been for the best, really.

Tomorrow, I’m likely to make an excuse as to why I’ve not yet written my usual, thoughtful, insightful holiday-season post yet and also issue an empty promise that I’ll have it up soon. If I instead blither on about writing, then, consider this equivalent to it. December’s going to be a month of reflection as it stands, so we’re gonna be thinking about endings soon anyway. Later, folks.

EDIT: I had a lot of reasons to like XSeed Games before this– prime among them that they were very nice to me when I asked for some additional information for the Brave Story review– but to wake up this morning and learn that Wild ARMs XF is being brought over to the US, well… let me put it this way. I like strategy RPGs, and I adore the Wild ARMs series. It’s all I can do to remind myself that it’s still 5:30a and that my cries of joy on high might not be appreciated.