A [NaNoWriMo] Novelist...

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

Thursday, June 26, 2008

26th June

75k on the novel! *dances*

Yes. I feel good. Is that a crime?

Even if it is, I don't care.
This novel means a lot to me right now, and even though sometimes it's a bit hard to write it, I don't let that bother me. It might be boring for other people to read, they might hate it, but at the end of the day it's my novel, and so I can do what I like with it. People don't have to read it, but I do have to write it, so I might as well enjoy it. Right?

So, we're 3/4 of the way to my original goal, right? and I'm still nowhere near halfway through. I mean. There's probably another 7-10k left of this half of the novel. To be honest it kind of feels like nothing has happened, major plot point wise, which I suppose is true. Things have happened, but they're all insignificant enough that people may see them as boring. I have a lot of interaction between Calina and Ellette which will hopefully play towards the plot point that I have just thrown out there, but I don't even know if people see the relationship between the sisters like I do. Oh well. If the novel is an epic, I'll just have to buy a pipe and call myself Tolkien. I'm sure a lot of people won't mind. <33

Anyways, I'm in a rant-y mood tonight, so I have a feeling that it would be a good idea for me to go to bed, and get some sleep. I've been far too tired lately, and thus I'm getting boring.

Actually, I'm boring anyays. My life is basically: Wicked, School, Writing, Wicked, Writing, Reading, Wicked, Writing, Wicked, Wicked, Wicked, Rant, School... Yeah. I'm pretty sure you can see the common themes there... I've listened to the Kerry Ellis version of Defying Gravity 94 times already in the last three days, and that's only the times I've listening to it on the pc. I also have my iPod. (No, I'm not counting. iTunes is. I'm not that sad... Yet. >_>)

So.
Without further ado,
I bid ye adieu.
:3

Oh god. I'm rhyming now! -shoot me?-

xx
Peace out.

posted by Kitty Taylor at 10:30 pm

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I'm a 23 year old female, who spends much too much of her time online, and in the book store. I'm in love with writing, and reading and anything mildly creative, really. In the future I'd like to write professionally, because it's something that I know would be perfect for me, but until I come up with best selling material that will keep me in the moneys, I think I'll just head for whatever I can get. Got contacts in the writing business? Let me know, I'd love to learn more about it.

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Where there's a nightly brawl

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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