A [NaNoWriMo] Novelist...

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

Saturday, June 21, 2008

Just about June 21st...

Kitty is tired, this morning. Early morning.

61,000 words in with the novel, and it's sloppy, and choppy, and horrible, and yet she's loving every minute of it. Well, most of it. xD Calina is being wonderfully fickle, as usual, Ellette's run off with Medina and Azaliah, and Endara is having post-murder breakdowns about the death of her sister. Meanwhile Vanora- oh she annoys me- has decided that she wants to be a novelist. She's the freaking music student. WHY?

They always change their minds. Calina most of all. I have a love/hate relationship with her right now, though. I'm supposed to be fully in support of her wild accusations, but I'm not, which means that it comes across as her being really wild, and that means people don't believe her. And that's annoying, because that's how she becomes the good guy. Holy Exos this is getting confusing.

And jumbled.

I'm jumbled.

A tired, jumbled mess.
I'll go to bed.
I think.

xx

posted by Kitty Taylor at 12:05 am

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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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It's just a noisy hall

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