Sunday, January 31, 2010
Thursday, January 28, 2010
Yesterday I went shopping! I bought some shirts:
Anyway, so I bought these button up shirts feeling all very grown up. But then I went to Borders, because Borders is amazing, and because my cute sister works there. Then I tried to shop around and give all of the other books a fair chance, but for reals, I am way too picky and biased. (Though I did find a book called Night Runner that I must read now.) So I ran over to the one book that I wanted. The one book which was the sole reason for my bookstore visit. (I must have sole reasons or I’ll start buying stacks and stacks of books.)
And now that I have found a camera I will stop being a lazy boring person and post up the pictures of something I have been waiting for:
No, not my face, the writer's gloves. They are made by Rachele and are as sweet as pumkin pie. I have been toting them around everywhere like the dork I am, because I absolutely love them. I cannot wait until her book gets published. I read a part of it that she posted on her blog and I almost cried. Me. Cry. I never cry. The first movie I cried at was Up, and the first book I cried at was Bridge to Terabithia. Seriously. This girl is good.
Oh. And don’t believe I’m a dork? Just look what I asked for Christmas?
Yes. A mango. And it was delicious.
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Monday, January 25, 2010
Then when I stopped at the stoplight I was staring in fascination at the little bubbles and circles that the fat raindrops were making on my windshield. It took my a long second to realize the light was green and I needed to go, go, go.
Hopefully it will still be raining when I make my way home, so I can stare out the window as I write about haunted buildings trying to capture and torture people. Ah, what a happy day.
Friday, January 22, 2010
First: I am probably dropping a class. Then I am going to do all of my homework on the days I go to school.
Second: I am going to spend all of Wednesdays writing. I realized I have only taken writing half-seriously, and over the break I started really enjoying my life as a whole because I felt like a real writer. So I figure why should that stop? Thence Wednesdays will be my writing days. This means I should blog every Wednesday so that you can be updated on my highly fascinating life.
As fascinating as a gelatinous mass:
I so wish I could find the song for that... Wait! I will try youtubing it!
Thursday, January 14, 2010
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
Anyway: So I was sitting there writing out a blog instead, when I realized that I hadn't eaten all day, but for a small bowl of cereal. I was cold. (Because I was alone in my church building. Well, the building doesn’t belong to me, so technically it's not 'mine' but you know what I mean.) I had to go take care of my friend’s dog in an hour. (I have recently gotten over my fear of dogs, and actually think they’re pretty cute, but I’m still not sure about cats. Cats are evil. Eeeeeeevil. Like Evil Blam.)
So then I hunkered down, opened up my manuscript, wincing because I know it just about sucks like biting into a potato that’s been sitting out in the sun all day. (For reals, do not eat a potato that’s been wrapped up in aluminum foil and sitting on a table in direct sunlight. My friend tried and it tastes mad bad. Like real bad. Like “I’m going to spit it out into a trash bin now” kind of bad.) And wouldn’t you know, I made it up to 48,478 words, which is 5,060 words today. Hoorah!
It also helped that I found this trick. I watched half of a Castle episode (seriously, a great show) and then I wrote for half an hour, and then I watched the rest of the episode, and etc. I got through three episodes and a couple thousand words. Sweet muffins!
And just because this image came up too when I googled:
Attack of the Muffins!
Seriously. That is one huge muffin. Anyway. I no longer have any clue what I was supposed to be writing. (Which is why I am NOT supposed to write after 10 o'clock at night. Except for first draft manuscripts (which probably have some special name, or acronym, or whatever. Like: fdsn, which stand for First Draft Special Name. So I can work on fdsn's, but that's just because the first draft doesn't matter as much, because it's more about getting the ideas out, the feel of it. For reals. Check out Jackson Pearce's blog. She has a movie on it that is very inspiring.
I read some other good posts today, which I should point you to, but I am too tired right now. I also have a whole 'nother post planned with pictures and stuff, but my camera is missing. Man, I should keep that thing on a leash. I should keep all important things on a leash. But then, of course, I might look a tad ridiculous, with all of these things strapped to me. Just imagine when I go back to school! Here's my laptop, here's my keys, here's my seven text books, all hanging from me and looped around.
Thursday, January 7, 2010
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
Yesterday I stayed up reading: Sorcery and Cecelia of The Enchanted Chocolate Pot by Patricia C. Wrede and Caroline Stevermer. I started it with the intention of finishing it that night, because I have over ten half-read books lying around my room, stuffed on my shelves, waiting to be read, and I was having none of that. It was mad difficult, I tell you. I was nearly done, having only a handful of pages left, and it was very difficult not to stop. I don't know why, but whenever I am near to finishing a book late at night I cannot finish it. I must set it down and finish it in the morning. May it's because I want to make the story last longer, linger on it, I have no idea. But I made myself stay up, even though I kinda' have a cold, and even though I was about to fall asleep.
Sunday, January 3, 2010
Friday, January 1, 2010
Then later that day my mum asks me why my food is across the room, and why my laptop is in my lap and I say: "Because I am checking my word count." And she says: "What?" And I shout obnoxiously: "BecauseIamcheckingmywordcount!" And she says: "Oh, okay." I say: "Wait? That was clearer?" And my sister, with no sarcasm mind you, says: "Yes, somehow that was more understandable."
Does this mean I should go around shouting obnoxiously now?
On other news:
Happy New Year!
Yes, I am freaking out and everything, but let's face it, it's really just another day. A day, people. We have been having days every day for a super long time now. So I will get over the AHHKGGGHAHAHAHAKKKGGHHH! and go on with my life. Namely: BAM! or Book A Month. I have decided what I will do for January and February, and then I will plan out more after that.
January: Pixie Princess and Luperin
February: The Sequel to Blackburn's Prisoner (which is not-yet named, since I haven't written anything but two pages)