Year Three.... GO.

Hola, welcome to another year of insanity. I currently have absolutely no energy, yet cannot stop writing. Ah, November, how I have (not) missed you. Check back soon for real updates. Just rest assured that I am donating my sanity for the greater good once more this year!

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?

Ignore the Authoress Behind the Pen and Paper!

She's a lot more powerful, with her tricks and magical written powers, when she can hide behind it all.

Yeah, it's been a week. A long, crazy, stressful, tear-inducing, giggle-worthy (in some aspects), week. Mostly me wanting to rip out people's hair (not my own, they all cause me enough pain).

Yet, in that week, I've managed to write 15,000 words. I fell behind during two of those days, because I had a bad case of writer's block/wtf-I-don't-know-where-they-should-go-next.

I will be about 4,000 words off my major goal tomorrow, since I'm going to the City to relax with my roommate and suitemate(s). But I have the 1,667 word goal met for tomorrow already. As long as I don't fall below that, I should be fine. And next Saturday/Sunday/Wednesday/Thanksgiving Break should all offer some more time to write, to get me ahead of that mark. I have to, since I only have 28 days of writing. Stupid concerts (just kidding, love to dem fawl oot boiz and anberlin <3)

So, Kaya and Aedan have escaped the fortress, due to a series of fortunate (at least to them) events. They are on their own for the first time in years. Actually, the first time ever. They were at least fed, clothed, etc at the fortress. But now they are out and about, discovering new things (and informing me of such, like how Aedan is apparently a pyromaniac). But they won't be on their own for long! *dun dun DUUNNNN*

I can't wait to write in the next character. I'm still up in the air if Reveyn will be nice or somewhat distanced, like a reluctant motherly figure. I guess we will see when the time comes!

I'm getting excited to see where this novel takes me, since I am 20,055 words in, 40% done, so that I have plenty of space to develop everything. There are only, maybe, three scenes more that I've been imaging for all these years, and added to the ten or so that have been popping into my head... That still leaves a lot of room for the novel to do it's own thing. Here's hoping "it's own thing" is something I can agree with.

It is far past my bedtime now, so I will be off to dream of new things to write about (my muse likes to give me tasty morsels of inspiration right before I doze off or when I can't possible write them down. I think she likes to tease too much).

Peace and Love

So Here We Are, On Another Battlefield

Are we on the same side or are we opponents? I can never tell.

I hit 5,000 words yesterday afternoon, and I just finished word number 8,238 a few minutes ago. It feels good to be writing so much. And I have some good parts coming up, a scene that is 4 ish years in the making, so I'm excited to write it. I'll be off to get some food first, then maybe get another thousand words in tonight? That would be awesome.

I might also call it a night and read for Shakespeare or play Phoenix Wright 3 instead. But we'll leave that until after my late dinner (:

I like when random bits from past writing jump into my head. It proves that there is something substantial to them, something lasting. Yay!

So, here's a belated character introduction: Kaya Candra. She's about 19 Earth years old, approximately five feet, five or six inches tall, about one hundred and thirty to forty pounds. S She's a slave at Arogra Fimal's fortress. She has auburn ish hair - think of it as the color of the crust of a freshly baked loaf of bread. Her eyes... Well, I haven't decided that yet. They might be a stormy gray blue. That seems to be what is jumping out.

Her best friend is Aedan Volos, a fifteen year old male who is already taller and bigger than her. I think he's about five feet, sixish inches tall, that seems to be about right. Not too much taller, but taller, and likes to tease Kaya about it. He's maybe, one hundred and fifty pounds, pretty skinny but he has muscles on his arms from manual labor.

I can do their personalities later. This is just me talking it all out, anyway.

And Kaya likes to argue with me that her name should be Tremmy. See, that was her original name, all those years ago when I started writing, but she's changed, the story's changed, and her name has changed. She might win out in the end, with it becoming a nickname or some special name or something. Who knows. This lass is stubborn.

I should do something productive now. Like eat. I'll be back eventually though, I promise ;)

Love and Peace

My tired eyes make the City look pretty, my tired eyes make the City sparkle...

I've decided that if I ever in my life meet the Backstreet Boys, I might cry. Like, totally break down like the teenie that lives deep inside me. Is that a bad thing?

Or is it a bad thing that I was thinking of that instead of writing?

I am wording padding sooooo soooooooooo much in my novel. It is not even funny. I am going to have to edit half the novel out at the end or something, ahaha.

I would give you a run down of Kaya, the MC, but I'm way too sleepy. It's 0142 on Day Three of Doom, and I have 4,191 words. I'm changing my daily goal of 1700 words to 2000 words, approximately. That means I'll be done in 25 days. And I'll aim for more on weekends, days I have real time to write. And for Thanksgiving Break, yesssss.

I have to be done two days early, because I have Fall Out Boy on the 29th, and Anberlin on the 30th. Along with that, I have various other little night trips and day plans... But I think I can still do it. I'll just focus on school work during breaks between classes. Plus, I have about two or three weeks soon where my Nordic professor will be out of the country. Which adds an hour to my day! Then I can alternate between my paper and my novel....

Oh, idea! My professor said he would let us ask for extensions. Maybe I will so that I can focus... Naw, the latest day I can pick is December 5th, which doesn't really help at all. Oh well, nice try.

So I'm aiming for 10,000 words by the end of the weekend. Here's hoping!

Bedtime now, though. I have 6 pages, and I need to be up in 6 hours for an archery tournament. Wow, wouldn't it be amazing if I could start getting an hour of sleep for every page I have? Then I'd sleep through the month, oops...

Love and peace!

Starting NaNoWriMo

Hey Guys and Gals!

Welcome to the very first blog by moi! I'll be keeping this up for writing, along with my MySpace. But this one can be totally dedicated to poetry, fiction, and the (horrible) (fabulous) process of writing said works.

I'm currently using this to procrastinate from writing my NaNoWriMo, actually. Go figure. What is NaNoWriMo, you might ask? National Novel Writing Month. You can click here to check it all out.

Basically, I have 30 days to write 50,000 words of a novel. It doesn't need to be perfect. It doesn't need to be touched by my typically over-critical editing. It just needs to words. Written somewhat coherently. And I'm gonna do it!

I was at 2004 words as of 2 o' clock this morning. I now have 2044 words. Now I'll be off to write more. I'll give a plotline, character list, etc, etc later. Now it's time to use my words for my novel!

Peace and Love.