Did I commit to one hundred days of blogging? Or was it one thousand? It feels like it’s going to be a thousand. Feel free to mock me for bitching already.

This is a glorious Tuesday, except for the impressive number of hours that were absolute shit. However, the important bits remained important, and I’m pretty stoked about those. Tonight will be another pop culture-loaded nerd-post, which should be a nice break from my writing posts. Or maybe not.

Tuesday nights are sacred in the Wacky Shack to begin with, and this Tuesday was just full of awesome. And this intro has been dragged out far too long.

Day Fourteen – Geeking out over ALL THE THINGS

I’m a very easily amused person. This shouldn’t surprise anyone. It doesn’t take a whole lot to make me happy, and by happy I mean outrageously giddy. Obnoxiously so, in fact. Keep these important details in mind.

Tuesday nights, as I said, are sacred. It’s not a religious thing. I could probably argue it’s a spiritual experience, but I draw a line between being a super-fan who live-tweets too much and being absolutely out of my mind (I skip rope with that line fairly regularly, in fact). The SyFy original series Face Off is that important to me. Let that weirdness settle for a moment before pressing on, because I think I can justify my crazy there. Maybe. There’s a chance it’s just me being crazy, but that’s a chance I’m willing to take.

I love Face Off because it’s a competition that showcases such diverse talents in effects makeup. There’s always such a diverse group competing, and I end up wanting everyone to be the winner by the third or fourth episode. This season is no exception to that rule, because I just want everyone to win the money and so on. I live-tweet Face Off, which might be further evidence I’m the worst sort of person on the planet, and I enjoy it quite a bit. Mostly because it gives me a chance to snark alongside such an amazing show, and occasionally interact with the terrific people involved with its creation.

Be grateful, or disappointed, that none of you got to witness my Kermit the Frog flailing over Neville Page, one of the judges, favoriting my tweets tonight. Did I mention how I’m really easily amused? Because I really am. On a very serious note, though, I just need to point out that Neville Page favorited some of my tweets. Holy shit, folks.

Face Off is just one example of my tendency to geek out over things. I am a monster of unbridled enthusiasm, and (wait for it) that really plays a big role in my writing process. Oh god. Did you see that transition coming? Even those 800-number TV psychics could have predicted that shift in focus.

One of my favorite steps in my writing process is just getting really into the writing. It could be a character that triggered such a response, the overall plot, or a number of other factors, but when I’m really in the zone…well, god help everyone else in my life. It’s what happened when I was working on Joshua Harkin and the Wicked Nightmare King, when I would sit down in the afternoon and suddenly realize it was past midnight. And that I’d written twenty or so more pages as thought it was nothing.

Right now I’m really loving a Lich King I thought up. He was going to be a minor character, and then he just sort of snowballed into more. His personality formed rapidly into an endearing, albeit still somewhat evil, character, and demanded more attention than just being a side character. I’m running with that like I run with scissors – wild, free, and without restraint, while people shout at me to stop already. Maybe the comparison fizzled a little bit there, I’m not sure.

Speaking of Liches and enthusiasm: Hearthstone “The Curse of Naxxramas” became available today. Which means I’ve got some card game raiding to do.

Eighty-six days remaining.