Right now I am literaly on the cusp of National Novel Writing Month. There are seven minutes until November, and eight until I can start writing. This is reallly just to fill time.
Knowing how I put together a plot (all very last minute... I pulled most of it together about an hour and a half ago) I'm wondering just how many people were sitting in the same boat. I procrastinated all October, thinking I had all the time in the world and then yesterday and today my sisters and I were excited and freaking out.
"Oh my god, one more day," took up about a third of my speech today. Every other thing I said had something to do with nanowrimo. I'm just so fracking excited.
Writing.
Writing.
WRITING!!!!!
I'm not going to waste all of my writing right now (can you believe that I'm subconsciously freaking out - four times I almost replaced words with their homophones) so I'll bid you adieu.
Wednesday, October 31, 2007
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
There is only a little over a week before National Novel Writing Month. I have finally come up with an idea that would be doable. That's not to say that Angels and Antidepressants wasn't doable, but just that for the life of me, I couldn't figure out anything to write in the middle of the novel, and without a middle and with only two scenes, there is a very low chance of me getting to fifty thousand words.
So, as I sit here and sigh, I have to say that for NaNoWriMo, I'm writing a teen fiction novel. Sigh. Sigh. I mostly don't want to because I don't read teen fiction and have found that stories aren't very good and are very cliched in most stories. Reading only the blurbs on backs of novels in Chapter's Teen Fiction section has told me that much.
Ok, I lied, I have read teen fiction, but honestly, it was like four books. One was really bad. One was better, but not to my taste. The other two were really good, but only because they weren't the usual "oh my god who am I going to take to prom, I dare you to remake the loser so that she'll get popular but along the way you'll fall in love and she'll find out it was a bet and you'll get in trouble but by the end of the hideous story she'll forgive you and love you" books. The first one, Olivia, sort of was. The second one, The Bitch Posse, wasn't at all like that, but I didn't really like it because I think my friend suggested it because the main character cut herself and she was trying to send me a not-so-subtle message. The last two, Dancing Naked and The Lovely Bones, were both awesome. But that's all I've read.
So now I can move on with a clean conscience.
Touer has suggested many many times to write what I know. I used to take that as I should write my life, but I had nothing to write about. My life was one of those whiny teen ficiton books and I knew I couldn't write it without it sounding like one. Then I figured out that it meant I shouldn't try to write about ancient evil coming to life during an archaeological dig goes awry, because I don't have enough firsthand knowledge to make it believeable.
Because being a teenager is all I know about at this point in my life, I should probably stick to teenager stories. That isn't a problem because other than Bitemarks (which is about vampires, and I am not a vampire) I have been writing what I know.
So this next story I'm writing for National Novel Writing Month is about a girl, Vanessa who has a shitty last year of school. She starts off optimistic and with a clean slate (living with her grandma, new year of school, mostly new friends, one less emotionally draining boyfriend). But things start to go wrong, as one would expect them to in a book. Christian, the popular boy that Alicia, her friend likes, likes Vanessa and not Alicia. Nick, Vanessa's ex boyfriend comes back to upgrade his marks and wants to get back together with Vanessa. Vanessa finds out she has a half brother that both her parents knew about but didn't tell her about. Her grandma tells Vanessa she has cancer. Yeah, a lot of junk happens, and more has to happen.
This kind of fiction is always chock full of ideas. That's probably why both of my sisters are writing teen fiction for their NaNoWriMo novels. Laura's writing about her life and Caitlyn and I came up with a good plot for her.
I just hope I don't come off sounding like a wanker.
So, as I sit here and sigh, I have to say that for NaNoWriMo, I'm writing a teen fiction novel. Sigh. Sigh. I mostly don't want to because I don't read teen fiction and have found that stories aren't very good and are very cliched in most stories. Reading only the blurbs on backs of novels in Chapter's Teen Fiction section has told me that much.
Ok, I lied, I have read teen fiction, but honestly, it was like four books. One was really bad. One was better, but not to my taste. The other two were really good, but only because they weren't the usual "oh my god who am I going to take to prom, I dare you to remake the loser so that she'll get popular but along the way you'll fall in love and she'll find out it was a bet and you'll get in trouble but by the end of the hideous story she'll forgive you and love you" books. The first one, Olivia, sort of was. The second one, The Bitch Posse, wasn't at all like that, but I didn't really like it because I think my friend suggested it because the main character cut herself and she was trying to send me a not-so-subtle message. The last two, Dancing Naked and The Lovely Bones, were both awesome. But that's all I've read.
So now I can move on with a clean conscience.
Touer has suggested many many times to write what I know. I used to take that as I should write my life, but I had nothing to write about. My life was one of those whiny teen ficiton books and I knew I couldn't write it without it sounding like one. Then I figured out that it meant I shouldn't try to write about ancient evil coming to life during an archaeological dig goes awry, because I don't have enough firsthand knowledge to make it believeable.
Because being a teenager is all I know about at this point in my life, I should probably stick to teenager stories. That isn't a problem because other than Bitemarks (which is about vampires, and I am not a vampire) I have been writing what I know.
So this next story I'm writing for National Novel Writing Month is about a girl, Vanessa who has a shitty last year of school. She starts off optimistic and with a clean slate (living with her grandma, new year of school, mostly new friends, one less emotionally draining boyfriend). But things start to go wrong, as one would expect them to in a book. Christian, the popular boy that Alicia, her friend likes, likes Vanessa and not Alicia. Nick, Vanessa's ex boyfriend comes back to upgrade his marks and wants to get back together with Vanessa. Vanessa finds out she has a half brother that both her parents knew about but didn't tell her about. Her grandma tells Vanessa she has cancer. Yeah, a lot of junk happens, and more has to happen.
This kind of fiction is always chock full of ideas. That's probably why both of my sisters are writing teen fiction for their NaNoWriMo novels. Laura's writing about her life and Caitlyn and I came up with a good plot for her.
I just hope I don't come off sounding like a wanker.
Sunday, October 21, 2007
Bitemarks
I have successfully completed fifteen of fifty chapters of my vampire novel, Bitemarks. Thank you, thank you. I know I rock.
Anyways....
I am so happy. I want to keep writing but tomorrow (or should I say later today) I have to go to breakfast with my step grandparents because they're in from BC for the first time in a long time. Maybe the secret someone will be there.
God, I hope so.
Anyways....
I am so happy. I want to keep writing but tomorrow (or should I say later today) I have to go to breakfast with my step grandparents because they're in from BC for the first time in a long time. Maybe the secret someone will be there.
God, I hope so.
Saturday, October 20, 2007
A Little While Later
I'm not trying to make up for six or so months worth of neglect by posting every hour. I am, however, bored.
Caitlyn didn't wake up so I did a runthrough of my flashcards and found I know about half of them. That's not to bad for a few hours of cramming. It's not too good, though, as I have to write a test an hour from now and I'm blogging instead of cramming.
I wrote a little more of my novel in the works. I'm quite pleased with it and I know that even with the impending headaches that will accompany National Novel Writing Month, I will not forget about my 44 and a half thousand word baby while I follow the rules and start over new to meet the 50k word mark. It'll be in my thoughts and in my dreams.
I know I talk about writing a lot, and most people who know me are either sick of hearing about how much I want to be a writer or are sick of me saying that I'm writing a novel and I won't let them read it, but I want to talk about it some more.
I have always wanted a structured outline - preferably something I could just print off the internet and insert character names and little tidbits of my own thoughts here and there - that would be the ideal because it would be so very easy. I scoured the internet for more hours than I wrote, sometimes, just looking for this thing that would make my life a breeze and let the control freak inside my brain take control.
I'm a contradiciton, I believe.
Creative and organized.
Touer says he can't write with an outline, says it boxes him in and stifles his creativity. I am just way to OCD to write without knowing what's going to happen in the next scene. I think it's because I've always needed that comfort of knowing what will happen next.
Like in life: I am spontaneous with my friends, but with my life, I like to be certain. I only took this Pharmacy Tech thing so I'd have a real income while I scribbled away in a notebook of ideas during breaks and at nights. And now I am paying the consequences of having learning come easy to me.
In high school I rarely studied and got average-good grades. That was with no effort. Most things came naturally to me, like English and Biology. Now I have to study up to thirty drug names in the course of two-three days (usually this means cramming the day of or night before the test) and do tests where I should actually care what the outcome is. But here's the problem: I am missing the gene that causes stress.
At least for academics, that is.
I think my brother got what should have been spread out over the five of us. Out of all of us, he is the most stressed, takes his schoolwork the most serious and is, unfortunately, a little high strung. The rest of us are mostly laid back.
I have the chronic inability to care about things.
For instance, when I was in Europe, I didn't really oooo and ahhh at the things I saw. Tammy did and I feel a little responsible for taking away some of the awe factor with my "crankiness" (I like to blame it on being a teenager, but I know the problem runs much, much deeper). I didn't care about Big Ben or the Vatican or anything in Venice, to be honest. The only time in Europe that I actually enjoyed was time spent in Paris. That could possibly be because it is the make-up capital of the world.
But whatevs... I've got issues. I should see a therapist, but until then, this near anonymous blog will do.
Caitlyn didn't wake up so I did a runthrough of my flashcards and found I know about half of them. That's not to bad for a few hours of cramming. It's not too good, though, as I have to write a test an hour from now and I'm blogging instead of cramming.
I wrote a little more of my novel in the works. I'm quite pleased with it and I know that even with the impending headaches that will accompany National Novel Writing Month, I will not forget about my 44 and a half thousand word baby while I follow the rules and start over new to meet the 50k word mark. It'll be in my thoughts and in my dreams.
I know I talk about writing a lot, and most people who know me are either sick of hearing about how much I want to be a writer or are sick of me saying that I'm writing a novel and I won't let them read it, but I want to talk about it some more.
I have always wanted a structured outline - preferably something I could just print off the internet and insert character names and little tidbits of my own thoughts here and there - that would be the ideal because it would be so very easy. I scoured the internet for more hours than I wrote, sometimes, just looking for this thing that would make my life a breeze and let the control freak inside my brain take control.
I'm a contradiciton, I believe.
Creative and organized.
Touer says he can't write with an outline, says it boxes him in and stifles his creativity. I am just way to OCD to write without knowing what's going to happen in the next scene. I think it's because I've always needed that comfort of knowing what will happen next.
Like in life: I am spontaneous with my friends, but with my life, I like to be certain. I only took this Pharmacy Tech thing so I'd have a real income while I scribbled away in a notebook of ideas during breaks and at nights. And now I am paying the consequences of having learning come easy to me.
In high school I rarely studied and got average-good grades. That was with no effort. Most things came naturally to me, like English and Biology. Now I have to study up to thirty drug names in the course of two-three days (usually this means cramming the day of or night before the test) and do tests where I should actually care what the outcome is. But here's the problem: I am missing the gene that causes stress.
At least for academics, that is.
I think my brother got what should have been spread out over the five of us. Out of all of us, he is the most stressed, takes his schoolwork the most serious and is, unfortunately, a little high strung. The rest of us are mostly laid back.
I have the chronic inability to care about things.
For instance, when I was in Europe, I didn't really oooo and ahhh at the things I saw. Tammy did and I feel a little responsible for taking away some of the awe factor with my "crankiness" (I like to blame it on being a teenager, but I know the problem runs much, much deeper). I didn't care about Big Ben or the Vatican or anything in Venice, to be honest. The only time in Europe that I actually enjoyed was time spent in Paris. That could possibly be because it is the make-up capital of the world.
But whatevs... I've got issues. I should see a therapist, but until then, this near anonymous blog will do.
A Long Long Long Time
As the title may suggest, I have been away from this blog for a long time. Long enough to have forgotten my password. I had to go through a slough of red tape to get back to this point. I was so close to just starting a new blog.
Anyways...
I've gradutated.
I'm in college. Well, sort of. It's part time college - one night a week and all day Saturday - but part time so that my days are filled with what? Nothing, that's what.
Oh, actually, I'm sort of writing a novel. And it's not the one I was complaining about not being able to write but wanting so badly to write in the last couple posts. It's one I wasn't even thinking about writing until Life is Easy was written. That went down the crapper, though.
Whatever. Life moves on.
So my literary career is in the works... and my carreer as a Pharmacy Technician is as well. I hate studying, though, because I have to remember tons and tons of drug names. I pity people studying to become pharmacists because I only have to remember three things (generic name, classification and brand name) whereas a pharmacist student would have to remember things about each drug. I just wouldn't be able to do it.
I'm supposed to wake my sister up now so she can help me cram for my test in three hours.
Wish me luck.
I'll probably be back with the scoop of the day when I'm done school, but for now, I'm off!
Anyways...
I've gradutated.
I'm in college. Well, sort of. It's part time college - one night a week and all day Saturday - but part time so that my days are filled with what? Nothing, that's what.
Oh, actually, I'm sort of writing a novel. And it's not the one I was complaining about not being able to write but wanting so badly to write in the last couple posts. It's one I wasn't even thinking about writing until Life is Easy was written. That went down the crapper, though.
Whatever. Life moves on.
So my literary career is in the works... and my carreer as a Pharmacy Technician is as well. I hate studying, though, because I have to remember tons and tons of drug names. I pity people studying to become pharmacists because I only have to remember three things (generic name, classification and brand name) whereas a pharmacist student would have to remember things about each drug. I just wouldn't be able to do it.
I'm supposed to wake my sister up now so she can help me cram for my test in three hours.
Wish me luck.
I'll probably be back with the scoop of the day when I'm done school, but for now, I'm off!
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