I haven't updated anything yet, but I'm done with NaNo! I finished sometime last week and didn't even realize it. I opened my story yesterday and saw the word count, and then I breathed a sigh of relief. This month has been a mess. We double booked ourselves this weekend (we straightened it out, thankfully) and then thinking about everything that we have to do in the upcoming months to finally get settled...it's been stressful. This is why people shouldn't laugh when I say I wish I was a wizard. Wave my wand and poof! Everything is in its place and I can relax.
So now I have two more days of work and then I'm off for about five days. It's terribly exciting because I'll have time to really clean the house and (drumroll, please) I'm going to pull out the Amory manuscript. I've been thinking about it a lot lately and it's just sitting there in my nightstand, waiting patiently. So while I have absolutely nothing to do (well, relatively less to do), I'm going to get started on it. The house will be quiet, all the crazy people will be out trying to buy things that they don't need, and I'll (hopefully) have a clean house. Throw in some tea, and it'll be perfect.
What does that mean for today, though? Well, I have nothing to update, really. I'm done with NaNo, I'll start Amory this week, and my house is a mess. Did that cover everything?
Does that mean I'm allowed a little rant?
It's not so much a rant as it is somewhat of an epiphany. When I was a teenager, I used to subscribe religiously to Seventeen and YM. Really, I did it for the hot guys in there, but I liked to read those magazines from cover to cover and try to learn something. One of the articles that has always stuck with me was this one about body language and how to hold yourself in certain situations. For example, instead of leaning back and tapping your pencil during class, lean forward, place your hand under your chin, and cross your ankles under your desk. It'll make it appear as though you're paying attention.
The magazine never told you to actually pay attention. They just said to make it look like you were.
Anyway, another piece of advice they gave was, when dancing, don't move to every single beat. Skip a beat, tap your feet every now and again, and you'll be a winner. I think about that each time we go to a concert and see people thrashing around to whatever beat they hear in their head. As it's supposed to be. Because I have no idea what YM was talking about. Why did they think that they could dictate our dance moves? I only thought about all this because we went to a concert on Friday night and I saw this one girl dancing like no one was watching. Her friend kept glancing at her and trying to imitate her, like the first girl was YM. It made me kind of sad.
Basically; dance how you want. Go nuts. Everyone else is too busy having fun to care how you're dancing.
Well, unless you're thrashing around and ramming your elbow into my side several hundred times and swinging your hair into my mouth. Then I'm going to care, GIRL THAT WOULDN'T STOP ON FRIDAY.
Now I'm done. For everyone that celebrates it, have a happy Thanksgiving, and be careful on Friday if you are brave enough to venture outside of your house. I'll be thinking of you while I'm wrapped up in my TARDIS blanket with my laptop out, buying things safely from my couch.
Monday, November 24, 2014
Monday, November 17, 2014
Time Flies
What do you mean, it's been more than three weeks??
Yeah, yeah, I know. I thought that I was going to move all my junk into the new place and then immediately be ready to get my life going the very next day. Were you aware that moving is a seemingly never-ending process? Did you know that all your crap piled into boxes seems like way more of a burden than your crap just harmlessly sitting out? Did you further know that dealing with a cat while moving is not a fun experience, especially when that cat is no longer allowed on the bed and all she seems to do is try to find a way onto the bed?
Needless to say, things have been messy lately.
That doesn't mean that I decided to skip NaNo! Well, really, I almost did. We moved in on Halloween, then had a horrendous time at the LA Haunted Hayride (seriously, heavy stuff fell on us and it was pouring rain while we sat there in a tractor trailer full of hay), and then the next weekend, we went out of town for three days. I still have work, everyone in the house seems to be getting sick at different times, and the anxiety of not having everything in its place sometimes takes over my mind. But then I remembered how much fun I have zoning out for a few hours and writing. So that settled it. I may have been behind for a week or two, but I caught up. Now I'm cruising along and I should be done by the end of November.
It's not the best writing. Rereading over the stuff I've done, I understand that. But it's nice to write again. It's nice to imagine scenes and characters, and, yes, I'm beginning to miss Amory. Wasn't that the whole point of this month? To miss her and actually want to get back to her? Well, it's working. I found myself thinking about her instead of NaNo last night, which can be dangerous sometimes, but I'm trying this new thing, I believe it's called exercising willpower? You know, when you have something that you really want to do, but you know you have to do other things before that, so you're responsible and do those things first? It's a novelty, I know, but I'm trying it. And it's not like I have to do NaNo, I get that, but I've committed. I want to do it. So, fingers crossed that the next time I write on this thing, I'm not like, Hey, let me tell you what, I stopped NaNo because that's ridiculous and now I'm working on Amory, and then next week I'll be doing something else.
Because I'm insane.
The good thing is that next week is the wonderful holiday we Americans call Thanksgiving. Not because it's a particularly good holiday (I mean, really, let's look at our history, shall we?), but because I get three days off from work. A whole five days, if we count the weekend, which we're going to. As much as I want to spend all five days staring at the wall and pretending like I don't have responsibilities, I'm hoping to get a lot of writing down and maybe finishing. Well, I'm going to have to, because I just realized that the end of November is next week.
Huh. Time, what a strange thing.
I guess I should get off this thing and get to work. Not writing. Of course not. I have to clean and pretend like there aren't a million boxes waiting to be unpacked. Nope. I can't see you, boxes. Not if I close my eyes tight enough.
Cleaning should be fun like that.
Yeah, yeah, I know. I thought that I was going to move all my junk into the new place and then immediately be ready to get my life going the very next day. Were you aware that moving is a seemingly never-ending process? Did you know that all your crap piled into boxes seems like way more of a burden than your crap just harmlessly sitting out? Did you further know that dealing with a cat while moving is not a fun experience, especially when that cat is no longer allowed on the bed and all she seems to do is try to find a way onto the bed?
Needless to say, things have been messy lately.
That doesn't mean that I decided to skip NaNo! Well, really, I almost did. We moved in on Halloween, then had a horrendous time at the LA Haunted Hayride (seriously, heavy stuff fell on us and it was pouring rain while we sat there in a tractor trailer full of hay), and then the next weekend, we went out of town for three days. I still have work, everyone in the house seems to be getting sick at different times, and the anxiety of not having everything in its place sometimes takes over my mind. But then I remembered how much fun I have zoning out for a few hours and writing. So that settled it. I may have been behind for a week or two, but I caught up. Now I'm cruising along and I should be done by the end of November.
It's not the best writing. Rereading over the stuff I've done, I understand that. But it's nice to write again. It's nice to imagine scenes and characters, and, yes, I'm beginning to miss Amory. Wasn't that the whole point of this month? To miss her and actually want to get back to her? Well, it's working. I found myself thinking about her instead of NaNo last night, which can be dangerous sometimes, but I'm trying this new thing, I believe it's called exercising willpower? You know, when you have something that you really want to do, but you know you have to do other things before that, so you're responsible and do those things first? It's a novelty, I know, but I'm trying it. And it's not like I have to do NaNo, I get that, but I've committed. I want to do it. So, fingers crossed that the next time I write on this thing, I'm not like, Hey, let me tell you what, I stopped NaNo because that's ridiculous and now I'm working on Amory, and then next week I'll be doing something else.
Because I'm insane.
The good thing is that next week is the wonderful holiday we Americans call Thanksgiving. Not because it's a particularly good holiday (I mean, really, let's look at our history, shall we?), but because I get three days off from work. A whole five days, if we count the weekend, which we're going to. As much as I want to spend all five days staring at the wall and pretending like I don't have responsibilities, I'm hoping to get a lot of writing down and maybe finishing. Well, I'm going to have to, because I just realized that the end of November is next week.
Huh. Time, what a strange thing.
I guess I should get off this thing and get to work. Not writing. Of course not. I have to clean and pretend like there aren't a million boxes waiting to be unpacked. Nope. I can't see you, boxes. Not if I close my eyes tight enough.
Cleaning should be fun like that.
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