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.
Monday, October 27, 2014
Izzy Moffit's Road to Wonderland
Been awhile, hasn't it? It feels like I haven't been near this thing in years, which makes sense because it's been about two weeks. In the land of the internet, that's like at least two centuries.
But now I'm back and I get to talk about this amazing, wonderful, terrific book that I read: Izzy Moffit's Road to Wonderland by Victoria L. James. When the ladies at Bare Naked Words offered this book to me, I jumped on it. Without hesitation. It sounded intriguing and fun, and I was right! Just read this synopsis and not be interested:
Making it to seventeen in one piece
isn’t usually a concern for your average teenager, but if there’s one thing
Isabella Moffit has never been, it’s average. Dragged through life by parents
who couldn’t care less and surrounded by violence on a daily basis, Izzy
reaches that epic birthday milestone in her life with only one person to thank
for getting her there: her best friend and soul sister, Paris Hemsworth.
Vowing to stand side by side through
thick and thin since they were four years old, the two of them have made it
this far and are confident that now is their time to tackle the world head on,
one shaky, naive little footstep at a time.
Except they have no idea what awaits
them both on the other side of adulthood, and before either one of them can
strap on their hard hat, they’re taking so many knocks and bruises that Izzy’s
childhood suddenly seems like a stroll in the park.
Dodging as many bullets as they can
along the way, Izzy tries to hold on to Paris’ hand for as long as possible
without either one of them slipping away. But no-one ever told them how rough
their journey would be. No-one told them that friends and family would change
or leave along the way. And no-one told them that for every good intention they
have, there’s a thousand people out there with bad ones, waiting to rip them
apart.
Follow Izzy’s journey in part one of the Road to
Wonderland series - a coming of age novel with a difference, where you’ll face
tears, tantrums, laughter and heartbreak, but above all else, hope. Hope that
no matter what life throws your way, it’s all part of setting you on the right
path to your very own Wonderland and that, more often than not, everything
happens for a reason.
Super awesome, right? This book is so much better than I can say. This was an emotional journey from beginning to end. When I thought that Izzy's story was going to be about one thing, it was about another, and the turns kept coming. This poor girl is hit with everything under the sun, and still she perseveres, because she is that strong and that faithful to herself. It's beautiful and sweet and utterly terrible at times, but Izzy and Paris are so wonderful. Their friendship is amazing, the kind of friendship that people wish for. I think the best part about this book was that, of course, there were guys and relationships and love and all that junk, but it's mainly about a girl trying to find her way through life and trying to keep those that she loves afloat, as well.
Here's all the links that you'll need in order to find this little piece of awesomeness:
- Amazon.com: http://amzn.to/1qB3jbE
- Amazon.co.uk: http://amzn.to/1pfXoIA
Victoria L James is a
teenage girl stuck in a thirty-something year-olds body. Living somewhere 'oop
north' in England, she has had a strong passion for words and stories going as
far back as she can remember, which she credits to her grandmother and her love
of reading anything that was on sale and cheap from the local market stall.
Never once did she think she would release a novel, though. At best, she
thought her love of language and her ability to create stories in her mind
would provide her with a 'get out of jail free' card whenever she messed up and
her parents were mad at her during her teenage years... and when even that
didn't work out, she thought she was pretty much done for.
When an opportunity
presented itself for her to take a back seat from paid working life for a few
years, she knew straight away that she had to try and write about a few of
these worlds she'd come up with along the way, and quieten all the voices in
her head without racking up a heavy psychiatry bill for the pleasure.
Wearing her heart on
her sleeve and trying to lighten her friends’ and family’s lives with naff, and
more often than not, badly timed, nineties jokes, she has yet to learn the art
of knowing when to shut up. Which is another reason writing became a passion of
hers. With pen and paper, there are no limits.
A firm believer in
never quitting, with a ridiculous obsession for all things Rocky, she hopes
that one day she writes a story that will inspire at least one person out there
to keep on going if they're struggling. Other than that, she's just a regular
old converse wearing, corona sipping, English version of Chandler Bing, who
loves and adores her family more than life itself. Oh, and she also has two
cats. Every writer has to mention their cats, right? Connect with her at the following links:
- Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/VictoriaLJamesAuthor
- Wonderland Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/RTWSeries
- Twitter: @Victoria_LJames
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Okay, I'm done. Go forth and grab this book. Read it. Savor it. Enjoy it.
Monday, October 13, 2014
It's That Time Again...
So, it's the middle of October. How did that happen? Seriously, didn't we just have summer vacation? Time is ridiculous.
Anyway, it's the middle of October. I've finished my first draft. I printed it out, I have all the materials I need to start editing, and it's just sitting on my couch, waiting for me. Well, I have news for that sweet little manuscript: it's going to have to wait a bit longer.
I move in exactly eighteen days. I've cleaned out some cupboards and my closet, but that doesn't amount to much. I haven't started packing anything (I don't even have boxes!), but that's about to change. I've made a schedule for me, starting this week, that deals with cleaning and packing and all those other pesky moving things. I won't be working on it all day, every day (OBVIOUSLY), but it does leave me little time to sit down and start editing. So, like I said before, it's going to have to wait a bit longer. How much longer? Well, how about three weeks?
Yes, three weeks.
This gives me plenty of time to pack, clean, and move, without the added hassle of carving time out of my schedule to edit. I don't want to rush it, and I don't want to make (too many) mistakes. It would be best for all involved (i.e., my manuscript and me) if I take some time off to get this apartment packed (plus my boyfriend's condo...YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW HOW MANY SHIRTS THAT BOY HAS) and get moved into the new house.
You know what this means, right? Of course you do.
I'm taking a break from this blog (except for one post, and I'll get to that later). Not that I don't have time to write out a quick post or anything, but what am I supposed to talk about if I'm not writing? Tentatively, I'm still doing NaNo in November, so I'll be posting kind of frequently next month, but this month is done. It's over. I'm calling it. I have to be lame and be an adult, and that means being responsible (YUCK), so I'm stepping back for just three weeks. Twenty-one days. Then I'm back.
Except...I do have one little blog post that will be coming up the last week of this month. It's about this amazingly awesome book I read earlier this month and I'll be posting about it. When the time gets closer, I'll let everyone know, and hopefully it'll take the sting away of me being gone for awhile.
I'm going to end this before I embarrass myself further.
Anyway, it's the middle of October. I've finished my first draft. I printed it out, I have all the materials I need to start editing, and it's just sitting on my couch, waiting for me. Well, I have news for that sweet little manuscript: it's going to have to wait a bit longer.
I move in exactly eighteen days. I've cleaned out some cupboards and my closet, but that doesn't amount to much. I haven't started packing anything (I don't even have boxes!), but that's about to change. I've made a schedule for me, starting this week, that deals with cleaning and packing and all those other pesky moving things. I won't be working on it all day, every day (OBVIOUSLY), but it does leave me little time to sit down and start editing. So, like I said before, it's going to have to wait a bit longer. How much longer? Well, how about three weeks?
Yes, three weeks.
This gives me plenty of time to pack, clean, and move, without the added hassle of carving time out of my schedule to edit. I don't want to rush it, and I don't want to make (too many) mistakes. It would be best for all involved (i.e., my manuscript and me) if I take some time off to get this apartment packed (plus my boyfriend's condo...YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW HOW MANY SHIRTS THAT BOY HAS) and get moved into the new house.
You know what this means, right? Of course you do.
I'm taking a break from this blog (except for one post, and I'll get to that later). Not that I don't have time to write out a quick post or anything, but what am I supposed to talk about if I'm not writing? Tentatively, I'm still doing NaNo in November, so I'll be posting kind of frequently next month, but this month is done. It's over. I'm calling it. I have to be lame and be an adult, and that means being responsible (YUCK), so I'm stepping back for just three weeks. Twenty-one days. Then I'm back.
Except...I do have one little blog post that will be coming up the last week of this month. It's about this amazingly awesome book I read earlier this month and I'll be posting about it. When the time gets closer, I'll let everyone know, and hopefully it'll take the sting away of me being gone for awhile.
I'm going to end this before I embarrass myself further.
Monday, October 6, 2014
Three More Weeks
Warning: this is going to be a quick little update because my apartment needs to be cleaned and organized and packed in the next three weeks, and I've decided to take on four projects in my house at once because stress is a great motivator, right?
I don't know what I'm doing.
Anyway, let's get right to it: I didn't start editing this weekend. I spent my weekend in a house with no air conditioning when the temperatures outside were reaching triple digits and my allergies decided that this would be the best weekend to start acting up. Because, really, that's exactly what else I needed! So, I read a lot and stared at the wall a lot, but I couldn't bring myself to sit down in a quiet place and start editing. Just thinking about it made me tired, and I was already tired from not getting enough sleep! It sounds like I had a really rough weekend, and I really didn't. I played with two adorable dogs, hung out with my boyfriend, and only had to put on real people's clothing twice: once to get pizza, the other time to get donuts. I shouldn't be complaining, but my nose is still angry with me.
Honestly, I'm planning on getting started tonight. Once I make a Wal-Mart run and get supplies I need for my projects, everything else will fall into place. It's mainly just organizing and cleaning things out, but it seems like so much more. Once I stop typing this, I'm getting in the shower and I'm gone.
I guess all this means...sorry. I have nothing to update today! This month is going to be nuts and full of stress, but I'll try to do what I can with editing and all that. Also, next month is November, and that means NaNo! I think I'm going to do it this year, because I can't imagine not doing it, but we're busy on some weekends in November, so I'm going to have to really rely on the week if I want to write. I have an idea for a story, one that's been in my head for the last several years, so if it all happens to pan out this month, I think it'll be easy for me to get it going. Here's hoping!
Okay, I'm getting out of here before the tree limb that broke last night decides to have a friend join in and then my apartment is completely covered by sad tree limbs. I'll try to update during the week on Twitter or Instagram or Tumblr. Just to let you guys know that I'm working and doing things, and not just sitting on the couch watching The Vampire Diaries. Although, you know, I will be doing that at some point today. Let's be honest.
I don't know what I'm doing.
Anyway, let's get right to it: I didn't start editing this weekend. I spent my weekend in a house with no air conditioning when the temperatures outside were reaching triple digits and my allergies decided that this would be the best weekend to start acting up. Because, really, that's exactly what else I needed! So, I read a lot and stared at the wall a lot, but I couldn't bring myself to sit down in a quiet place and start editing. Just thinking about it made me tired, and I was already tired from not getting enough sleep! It sounds like I had a really rough weekend, and I really didn't. I played with two adorable dogs, hung out with my boyfriend, and only had to put on real people's clothing twice: once to get pizza, the other time to get donuts. I shouldn't be complaining, but my nose is still angry with me.
Honestly, I'm planning on getting started tonight. Once I make a Wal-Mart run and get supplies I need for my projects, everything else will fall into place. It's mainly just organizing and cleaning things out, but it seems like so much more. Once I stop typing this, I'm getting in the shower and I'm gone.
I guess all this means...sorry. I have nothing to update today! This month is going to be nuts and full of stress, but I'll try to do what I can with editing and all that. Also, next month is November, and that means NaNo! I think I'm going to do it this year, because I can't imagine not doing it, but we're busy on some weekends in November, so I'm going to have to really rely on the week if I want to write. I have an idea for a story, one that's been in my head for the last several years, so if it all happens to pan out this month, I think it'll be easy for me to get it going. Here's hoping!
Okay, I'm getting out of here before the tree limb that broke last night decides to have a friend join in and then my apartment is completely covered by sad tree limbs. I'll try to update during the week on Twitter or Instagram or Tumblr. Just to let you guys know that I'm working and doing things, and not just sitting on the couch watching The Vampire Diaries. Although, you know, I will be doing that at some point today. Let's be honest.
Friday, October 3, 2014
Stop Me If You've Heard This Before...
So. Friday. The end of the week. The beginning of the weekend. Nothing much happens on a Friday.
Okay, I'm not very good at being nonchalant, so I may as well just shout it out: I'm done! Finished! Other such synonyms that mean to be completed!
Yes, that's right, loyal readers, I finished writing. I actually finished on Tuesday, but then I was preparing stuff for work and moving and jobs and NaNo, so I kind of forgot to inform anyone about my amazing feat. So that's what I'm doing right now. I'm letting you all know that I'm absolutely amazing and I finished what I set out to do and I'm the greatest person in the entire universe.
Whoa, conceited much, right?
I have to be right now. Do you know what's sitting on my couch at this very moment? Sitting there, staring at me, waiting for me to go over there and acknowledge it? If you said my manuscript all bounded with highlighters and sticky notes sitting on top of it, you'd be right. Editing. The bane of my existence. It starts this weekend. I (sadly) might have this whole weekend to myself, and, if I do, there's no excuse for not beginning the editing process right away. If, however, I don't have the weekend to myself, I guess it could wait until Monday, right? Because Monday is when we do all those things we hate, all those things that we shoved off so we could enjoy our weekend.
In case you think I'm just being dramatic, I suggest you revisit my other posts on editing. Then you'll understand that my hatred for it runs deep.
Luckily, I won't have time to start editing after I finish writing this. I woke up this morning and realized that it's October 3rd. That date means nothing to me, but it does mean that I have exactly four weeks until I have to be out of my apartment. Four weeks sounds like a long time (a month!), but I'm one of those people that start to think about everything that needs to be done, then it snowballs into projects that will (in my mind) take days to complete, and I have to get started right away. Honestly, I could probably pack up my apartment and do everything I need to do in about two weeks, but I might as well get started earlier so I could be done earlier, right? That makes sense in the adult world, I'm guessing.
So now I'm off to clean out the rest of my cupboards and the closet (a project I started weeks ago and never really finished). The editing will have to wait! Darn.
Okay, I'm not very good at being nonchalant, so I may as well just shout it out: I'm done! Finished! Other such synonyms that mean to be completed!
Yes, that's right, loyal readers, I finished writing. I actually finished on Tuesday, but then I was preparing stuff for work and moving and jobs and NaNo, so I kind of forgot to inform anyone about my amazing feat. So that's what I'm doing right now. I'm letting you all know that I'm absolutely amazing and I finished what I set out to do and I'm the greatest person in the entire universe.
Whoa, conceited much, right?
I have to be right now. Do you know what's sitting on my couch at this very moment? Sitting there, staring at me, waiting for me to go over there and acknowledge it? If you said my manuscript all bounded with highlighters and sticky notes sitting on top of it, you'd be right. Editing. The bane of my existence. It starts this weekend. I (sadly) might have this whole weekend to myself, and, if I do, there's no excuse for not beginning the editing process right away. If, however, I don't have the weekend to myself, I guess it could wait until Monday, right? Because Monday is when we do all those things we hate, all those things that we shoved off so we could enjoy our weekend.
In case you think I'm just being dramatic, I suggest you revisit my other posts on editing. Then you'll understand that my hatred for it runs deep.
Luckily, I won't have time to start editing after I finish writing this. I woke up this morning and realized that it's October 3rd. That date means nothing to me, but it does mean that I have exactly four weeks until I have to be out of my apartment. Four weeks sounds like a long time (a month!), but I'm one of those people that start to think about everything that needs to be done, then it snowballs into projects that will (in my mind) take days to complete, and I have to get started right away. Honestly, I could probably pack up my apartment and do everything I need to do in about two weeks, but I might as well get started earlier so I could be done earlier, right? That makes sense in the adult world, I'm guessing.
So now I'm off to clean out the rest of my cupboards and the closet (a project I started weeks ago and never really finished). The editing will have to wait! Darn.
Monday, September 29, 2014
The Dangerous Business of Adulting
After thirty one years, you'd think that you'd know yourself. But then you find out things about you that really surprise you. What thing, you ask? Well, I found out that I'm terrible at writing at night and on the weekends.
Yep, I tried to write this weekend and it was more or less a disaster. I could not focus very well and most of the stuff I wrote I ended up deleting because it didn't make much sense. Then I came home last night and thought, well, I guess I'll try to repair the damage and write for an hour or so. Looking back at it this morning, I'm just giving myself more grief than anything. A lot of the stuff doesn't make sense or doesn't quite fit in with the story, and a lot of it was rushed. That's what happens when I know I can go to bed, but I feel the need to write.
The sucky thing is that I write best in the morning. Why does that suck? Because what's going to happen when I get a job where I work normal people hours? What's going to happen when I leave my house at eight in the morning and don't get home until five? Does one learn how to be a nighttime writer? I don't know how this works. Adulting is hard.
Besides the adult crisis I seem to be having, the story is going pretty well. I'm at about 64,000 words with plenty more story to write. I figured out a major plot hole in my story, so that was exciting. I realize that it sounds like I'm just making this up as I go along, and while some parts I am, I've had the entire plot figured out for the last six years. I know where I'm going, I know what the characters are going to go through, but there were some things that I didn't quite know how to get around. Those things have been a process, and now that I've figured them all out, I think the rest of writing will go rather smoothly.
Can you imagine? Something going smoothly!
But, for now, I may take the day off so I can make pumpkin bread and watch Once Upon A Time. I know, I'm very dedicated to writing. But, honestly, my fingers feel like they're about to fall off from the marathon writing sessions I had last week. Besides, I'm going to see Against Me! tonight, so I'm too excited to do much of anything. Other than bake and watch TV, of course.
Of course.
Yep, I tried to write this weekend and it was more or less a disaster. I could not focus very well and most of the stuff I wrote I ended up deleting because it didn't make much sense. Then I came home last night and thought, well, I guess I'll try to repair the damage and write for an hour or so. Looking back at it this morning, I'm just giving myself more grief than anything. A lot of the stuff doesn't make sense or doesn't quite fit in with the story, and a lot of it was rushed. That's what happens when I know I can go to bed, but I feel the need to write.
The sucky thing is that I write best in the morning. Why does that suck? Because what's going to happen when I get a job where I work normal people hours? What's going to happen when I leave my house at eight in the morning and don't get home until five? Does one learn how to be a nighttime writer? I don't know how this works. Adulting is hard.
Besides the adult crisis I seem to be having, the story is going pretty well. I'm at about 64,000 words with plenty more story to write. I figured out a major plot hole in my story, so that was exciting. I realize that it sounds like I'm just making this up as I go along, and while some parts I am, I've had the entire plot figured out for the last six years. I know where I'm going, I know what the characters are going to go through, but there were some things that I didn't quite know how to get around. Those things have been a process, and now that I've figured them all out, I think the rest of writing will go rather smoothly.
Can you imagine? Something going smoothly!
But, for now, I may take the day off so I can make pumpkin bread and watch Once Upon A Time. I know, I'm very dedicated to writing. But, honestly, my fingers feel like they're about to fall off from the marathon writing sessions I had last week. Besides, I'm going to see Against Me! tonight, so I'm too excited to do much of anything. Other than bake and watch TV, of course.
Of course.
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