A [NaNoWriMo] Novelist...

"In skating over thin ice, our safety is our speed."

Monday, June 23, 2008

23rd June 2008

66,000 words on the novel now. Whoo! Progress!

I 'accidentally' only wrote 31 words on Saturday, because of Alex's birthday party, so I'm 2k behind, but I'm not up to writing that today, really. I'm quite happy though, because my plot is going somewhere, I think. It's not going anywhere fast, but it's moving (hey, snail's pace is better than ROCK). I'm quite happy with how things are working out at the moment, but I'm getting kinda sad because soon I'm going to have to leave behind a number of my main characters (well, ALL, actually) including Medina, Ellette and Azaliah so that Calina can move out into the big wide world on her own. Damnit, that sucks. I think that's what has me stalling. I'll miss Ellette too much, really. I've come to love the dynamic when I put Calina and Letty together, and I'm not going to have that soon. Nuuu!

I could cry. Only, I planned it that way, always, and so I need to stop whining and just get on with it. Really I am such a big baby. D:

I suppose I'd really better get on with it, eah?

In other news. People should SERIOUSLY check out Kerry Ellis' version of Defying Gravity. It'll be on her new album, and WOAH. It's like... Wicked in Rock! (Amazing really, since that's the name of her album... >_>) I love it. It's so rocky, and it makes me want to jump around and sing along, even more than the Wicked original. God I love that woman. If only I could steal her voice... I'd sneak up and- actually, that would be mean. Forget that. Mhmmm... If only I could.... get her to tour Derby? xD That would be better, but almost as mean. Damn. It looks like it's Broadway and the West End forever. D:

But, that's enough. I'll rant about it otherwise. And, even though the song is great, and so are her other songs, I don't want to waste any more time typing this when I could be like... Doing other things. :D

Toodles. <3

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Now playing: Kerry Ellis - Defying Gravity

posted by Kitty Taylor at 7:05 pm

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Why don't we paint

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And all that jazz

I'm gonna

Rouge my knees

And roll my

Stockings down

And all that jazz

Start the car

I know a whoopee spot

Where the gin is cold

But the piano's hot

It's just a noisy hall

Where there's a nightly brawl

And all that-

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No, I'm no one's wife

But, oh, I love my life

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That Jazz!"


Kitty's blog is entirely fictional, and not based on anything real or otherwise. Oh hell. Who am I kidding? it's hard cheese facts of life. This is a NaNoWriMo (and other various writing-related) journal, to see more about this visit www.nanowrimo.org