And With A Glance Backward....

I see a mountain, looming, that I will have to cross back over. Crud.

I won. Saturday morning. 50,161 words in total.
Now I need to clean it up.
Although all I want to do is work on last years.



And now I have over 25 pages of papers due in the next two weeks.

I'm Starting To Wake With The Night

But being as most of the world doesn't, this might be a bad thing.



30.000 words.
Wow.
Only 20.000 left.
I might actually do this.

Now There's No Turning Back

The road ahead is either paved with adventure and celebration, or disappointment and failure. But I have to walk it anyway. Otherwise, nothing exists.

I am past 26,000 words right now. I killed last year's record two days ago, and I passed the halfway mark yesterday. Now onward to 30,000, hopefully by Monday.


I can do it. I have to try. It's worthless to get this far and give up now.

What Would You Do?

If I did what you did? Would you be me? Or would there be two yous?


I wrote 3000+ words yesterday. In the past 25 hours, I've written roughly 5000 words.

I'm at 21730 words.

I broke the 20k mark.

Only a few more until I break last year's record.



And still, nothing has happened in my novel. GAH.

My Eyes Are As Heavy

As the thoughts on my brain. Which will fall first?

Novel is going well. 16,700+ words. And no class tomorrow. w00t. Once I have internet, I can update this more often. My characters are being agreeable so far. Let's hope that holds. Still haven't gotten into any kind of plot. Oops. It'll happen. Class now though, I should probably listen... (:

Stay Safe, Stay Strong

And I'm trying, but I can't let you know if I'll be here when you are gone.


So I'm falling behind. And I'm sleepy. And I have a paper proposal to write. Ah, life :/

When It Rains

It pours, and words like rain fall from the Heavens.

Hello all, to the first wonderful installment of my life as a WriMo, during NaNoWriMo, or National Novel Writing Month. It is here that my insanity begins to rise, and the sanity needed to make these words and sentences coherent becomes lacking. Also, you might notice the word padding in these entries as well as my novel. Well, you see, I’ve decided upon the “Use Every Single Word You Write In November Toward Your Word Count” approach. So these journal entries will double as the journal entries for my main character’s main character. You see, the main character is a writer as well. And she is writing a story about me. So she writes my words, and I write her words. So she uses what I write here in her own story, to more fully develop her character, and I use that aspect of the story to more fully develop my own word count. Is it not a fabulous idea?

So about this Main Character. Does she have a name yet? Nope. I’ve gone through… Let me check…. 5 typed, single spaced pages in Times New Roman font, size 12 (see what I mean about word padding?), without giving the poor lass a name. Currently she is referred to as “the girl,” “the young girl,” and “she.” It definitely is not the most descriptive, but it could be seen as a plot device by future generations, am I right? Right? I’m also obsessively checking my word count, both in my novel and in this paragraph. Ha ha. Anything to kill that word count dead. Kill it dead.

So my Main Character. MC. Girl. The Young Girl. YG. She. We have described her looks in detail. We haven’t much seen into her brain. We know what the majority of her house looks like. We haven’t seen the kitchen, her father’s room, her dead sister’s room (wow, I JUST decided she has a dead sister. Huh.), or the barn. We have met her dog though. Cahm. It is a play on Charlie’s name. Char to Cham to Cham, all by a mistyping. Aren’t computers wonderful?

So I really do need to come up with a name for my main character. I’m hoping she introduces herself by the end of her first journal entry. Yipes.

Also, I miss my blogspot. My spotty internet is fighting the website, and I really like my layout on there. It’s so much more fun to type in the little box and make sure the format is right.

Not that I don’t love you, Microsoft Word.

Anyway, I’m not sure where this story is going to go. I am just going to let it do its own thing. I just hope it lasts until November 30th, or at least 50,000 words. If not, I have the writer aspect already. I’ll just change the story and start over. Huzzah!

Alright, I should actually write the real story now. Maybe I will check back in after I get to 5000! Wish me luck! Ganbarimasu!


PS I just realized that I titled this file on my computer “Nov 3.” It isn’t even Nov 3 yet. It’s only 11:58 on Nov 2. Bah.


PPS I really wish I had some kind of reliable internet. This is getting to be all kinds of ridiculous.


PPS Okay, so I forgot to say this much. I’m also going for the omniscient third person narrator… But only kind of. The narrator doesn’t know everything. The narrator has to discover things. And the narrator doesn’t always follow the main character. And the narrator is a “we” and an “us.” I am kind of stealing this, rather, borrowing this idea from Haruki Murakami. And I never meant to. It just… kind of happened. But it seems to be working well.

Don't Look Up

Falling thoughts might poke your eye out.


Be careful. NaNoWriMo is right around the corner. And I'm not gonna fight fair this time.




"The job of the novelist is to dream while awake." ~Haruki Murakami

One Small Step For Man

One cute hop for birdkind.

Today I saw a baby bird being watched by its parents. When I walked up, just the sight of three birds chirping and jumping around was enough to put a smile on my face. When they started to fly away though, one flew into the tree and two jumped on a ledge that was right on eye level with me.

One was brown and still had those baby down feathers. It looked ridiculously soft. It wasn't a baby bird, it had to be an adolescent (its feather hair style was outrageous enough hehe). And the parent bird was nudging it with its own head. It was adorable. They were chirping at each other and when they finally noticed me watching, they flew off and the third bird joined them.

Funny how a little bird learning about its life can make me forget mine.

Sometimes You Want To Take A Stick to Time's Face

Does a clock count as that face?


Five months and counting since I was here last.

I'm completely unsatisfied with my life.

From the last time I was here, Life has been my arch nemesis.

I got horribly sick, warned by WB for filesharing I DIDN'T do, couldn't finish my novel, and that was all in the span of about two weeks.


Whenever I start to feel better about the world, someone has to prove me wrong, has to prove that humanity really ISN'T that great of a thing.


Example 1: Roommate from Hell.

Example 2: Every friend I have, using and abusing me, even if they don't realize it.

Example 3: I don't have the time to write because I go to UC Effing Berkeley.

Example 4: No one listening to me when I ask them to stop something, and having to tread carefully to still not hurt their feelings.

When I tell you NO, you cannot have something, because I DON'T have the money to pay for everyone's food, shouldn't that give you a hint?

I'm tired of looking at a future where I give everything up for something I'm completely unsure of. Do I really want to move it Oregon? What if I don't?

And you know, if you're not gonna put any effort into something.... Then neither am I. I'm tired of carrying everyone's weight on my own back and letting you take the credit for it. I'm done, good luck finishing off the year.

Next year will be me, my classes, Archery, a job/tutoring, and writing. I need to do right by me.


I'm getting sick of doing it all for all of you.
But will I ever really change?