30th September

I left this a bit late again tonight. I've been too busy.

Today I've:
- written 1k words
- made a cover for my NaNoWriMo novel
- done two pieces of homework and reorganised my psychology coursework
- been really busy.

Get me.

Now, time for bed?

Lines for today:

“So, you’re trying to guilt trip us into going?” Ellette raised her eyebrows cynically.

“Well, that was the plan.” And then Neon smiled. “Is it working?”

29th September

Today hasn't been bad. Although I've only written 600 words, I've written my sexy scene, and now I'm onto the aftermath which will no doubt be harder to write because it's a lot more emotional. To be honest I'm happy with what I've written, it's not bad at all. The problem I'm having is that I've done no homework again today, and although this isn't urgent I'm beginning to feel like I really should do more during the week, even if it's not due in. I used to do my homework when I got it, and now I don't do it until a day before it's due in. That means that if I have trouble with it, I can't ask my teachers.

I should reorganise stuff, really.

But anyway. I left this entry a bit later tonight, so, that will have to be all.

Words written: 642. (Is that all? Whyyesitis.)

Lines for today:

She could remember the moonlight, and the lake, and the kisses. She could remember the sensations of bliss and happiness, the silver wave of pleasure that had crashed over her body. Ellette’s body moving beneath her- she could remember that too, almost perfectly- and her smiling, laughing lips curled like a rose petal.

27th & 28th September - double blog

I'm feeling much better today. And, my friend probably won't be getting better any time soon, but she's as fine as she can be (which turns out to be pretty damn fine xD), and it was nothing that a little bit of alcohol, a late night scary movie, and two MASSIVE bouncy castles couldn't fix, even if only for a little while. I don't drunk much, I but got tipsy and we played the TV-boardgame Atmosfear in the evening. That game is SO much more fun when you've had something to drink and are struggling to add up numbers on a dice. icon_xd.gif

We then spent the majority of the evening running up and down the 25 ft. tall bouncy slide thingy we rented for the party, and dancing around, and doing other stupid stuff. By the end of the evening I was absolutely off-my-feet-tired and could barely stand up because of it. It was fantastic. And the best thing of all was that I didn't have to worry about writing, or about feeling shitty, or anything like that. We just had some fun, some food, some alcohol, some moviez and plenty plenty plenty of friendly laughs and jokes.

This morning I woke up feeling much much better for it. I had two friends who slept over, one of them being the ill one. We ate left-overs for breakfast (I'm going to be eating that food for weeks to come, I just know it; Mum always cooks too much), and then chatted for a while. They didn't go home until 1pm., which was about the time that I actually had a shower, got dressed and sat down to do some writing... That didn't go too well, because at this point the men still hadn't come to collect the bouncy castles. I went out for another final bounce on both of them, and then spent most of the day jus surfing the internet and making a crappy first-attempt banner for my NaNoWriMo 2008 (which y'all better look out for because it's going to be awesome craptacular!

I've been adding to my novel right about now. We've just got to this sex scene that I was never sure about writing, and now have decided to write because it actually fits better now than in the original plan, and I'm feeling good. Although I have three days of writing to catch up with, I won't stress myself out over it because - DUN DUN DUHH - I've just done a word count and realised that I've got 70,000 words on this novel now! That means I have only 10,000 words to write before the end of October. I have a whole month to write 10k. This is good. No, wait. This is fabulous.

I don't need to stress myself out over it, because I only actually have to write 300 words a day to make my goal, and I don't think that will be a problem to be honest. What I think I'll aim to do is to get it done by about the middle of October, and spend the second half of the month just getting ready for NaNoWriMo; I've got banners to make, a synopsis to come up with, characters to develop and a load of dares to collect and subplot-plots to come up with. :]

In case any of you are somehow interested in my NaNoWriMo novel plot (which I don't think could be possibly after the length of this journal, but hey, I'll give it a shot), here are the basics:

Think of it like this: I have a thin string of main plotline which sort of runs down the middle of the novel like a backbone: The government has put a crackdown on “inappropriate fun”, and this includs things like candy, and sideshows, right?

Well.

You see, this is obviously going to create friction. So, these two main characters, Allouez Caine (aka AC, the good guy - you just know there are going to be Air Conditioning jokes) and Rouge Noir (the wonderfully fantabulous villain), are fighting for different sides. AC is part of a travelling side show/carnival, the money from which funds this MASSIVE candy emporium. Of course Rouge, and her brother, Blue, who are working for the government (kind of) have to get rid of them because of this ‘inappropriate fun’ which they can’t afford to let keep corrupting the world. She sends a team to airlift the emporium out of it's place, and it's taken some place far away, confiscated and hidden.

The main bulk of the plot is basically driven by the side show (including lots of carnival freaks and AC and the owners of the emporium) travelling all over to try and find the emporium so they can rescue "nameless character" who sends out their paychecks, and get the government to lift the ban on fun. Throughout the whole thing AC and Rouge will be posting in blogs and videoblogs and stuff with their plans, under the impression that nobody can see it. Of course, AC will discover the “private” part of a blog she has been arguing against on the topic of appropriate vs. inappropriate fun for years, and it’ll be Rouge’s blog with all these details about where the emporium is etc.

There will basically be this massive epic showdown at the end, where there is a battle and one side will win. The winning side will gain jurisdiction over Fun.


And there you have it. My long-winded way of saying "Here, plx read ma shitz plot. Ya?" x3

Anyway! Enough.

Words written today: 1,224 words and counting.

Lines for today:

“Well, at first I just thought you were stubborn. And then I realised that actually you weren’t the bitch you pretended to be. You weren’t quite so cynical, and you weren’t nearly so twisted as you made out. I thought to myself, ‘That girl just needs a friend’, and then that’s what I did. I became your friend. I tried to help you, and then, then I found out that I liked being your friend. I liked being your friend much more than I liked being anybody else’s friend, and I guess that just made me think more about being your friend. I never really thought about the reason you avoided people, though. I just thought you didn’t want to be around them because they were them, and you were you, and those were two completely different entities.”

26th September

My friend is ill. Very ill, actually, and they don't know quite what's wrong, only that it's bad. I've been distracted, and not written. Tonight I feel drained, and to be honest I don't even care. Whatever. Maybe tomorrow, and the party we throw, will be better.

I just have to keep thinking of the bouncy castle. <3

That's all I'll say today. Perhaps I'll write in a notebook in bed, or perhaps I won't. Whichever way, I can safely say that this week has been the worst one yet. D=

25th September

Today has been pretty shitty. Like yesterday. But, let's ignore this little fact and focus more on some of the other things. Aside from having some major problems at school today involving examinations and re-sitting some of them, and stuff like that, and loads of homework and shiz, today hasn't been that bad I guess. Today was my sister's birthday. She turned eleven. It was super cute.

Today I also did all my homework. I caught up on the TV show I missed last night and was rather annoyed about. It was the last episode, but it cheered me up somewhat. Bittersweet. I also watched the first (double) episode of one of my favourite shows (read as, one of the only shows I actually watch): Bones. Tonight I also found out that the new season of Cold Case starts next week. That cheered me up a little. Soon Thursday nights are going to be nice again. <3

Today I haven't written. I know. I feel pretty bad about it. But, hey, I'll catch up tomorrow. It's Friday, and I'm not doing any homework. I refuse. Tomorrow I will catch up with today's word count, and whenever else it was that I didn't write this week (actually, I think it was Sunday, but whatever). Then I'll have totally caught up and I'm sure I'll feel much better.

A positive outlook, I'm sure, is all that I need. For now, though, I'm really tired. I stayed up too late watching Bones, so sue me. I've been interrupted far too much tonight for my liking, but that's okay. When I'm sleeping is pretty much the only time they leave me alone. I'm going to enjoy it.

~x

24th September

I'm seriously pissed off right now.

And if I wasn't so tired I might use this blog to vent about my issues, but as it stands I'll keep myself cut short on the subject. Basically, I never seem to have time for anything. Between school, and homework, and writing, and parents bothering me, and animals (especially Magic, poor baby is bored witless half the time, and naughty as all hell when she has one of her moods. What a sweet puppy) and everything. The things I enjoy are having to take a back seat, but I don't want that. And then people have the nerve to tell me I'm anti-social, or they keep interrupting me whilst I'm trying to do something.

I'm like a ticking bomb. My parents don't understand that, nor does my sister, and I don't want to whine to my friends because that's just... not good. I just know that if people aren't careful they're going to push me over the edge.

I suppose, on one hand, I have written 1,000 words today. I promised myself I would. If I hadn't I would be extremely depressed.

Lines for today:

“Yes. Dee, I think I love you.” The words popped into the open air like bubbles, floating away from them almost as soon as they had been released. Medina found her heart in her throat, and a warm fire was beginning to grow in her chest. A warm shiver, and she still didn’t know what to say. Luckily, Ellette seemed bent on exposing her soul there and then, for all the world to see.

23rd September

Today has been worse than expected, but I guess not so bad as I'd have thought. Tonight, while having no homework, I was expecting to be able to get down to doing some serious writing, right?

.. Wrong. First one of my friends wanted to go for a walk. We did. Then I had to go and see another friend with her over some issues regarding a hotel in London and an anime convention (did I mention that I actually hate anime? XD I've no idea why I'm going. I guess I just want to spend a weekend in London or something). So, I was there until 8:00pm. I ate dinner, helped my mum wrap up some presents for my sister's birthday which is on Thursday, and then I only had half an hour to write. I've ended up extending that time until now, 10:40pm so that I could hit 1,000 words, but now I'm tired and I know I'll regret it tomorrow.

You win some, you lose some, I guess.

It's late. I don't really have time to write any more, even though I'd like to. Perhaps tomorrow might be better? I don't have homework again tomorrow, I don't think, because I've done it already... I suppose I just have to hope.

Lines for today:

Medina’s skin was almost black, and she found for once that she wished it didn’t look that colour; she wanted to look like she normally did, the blackness was disconcerting, especially when placed next to Ellette’s buttermilk skin. They looked like polar opposites, one a negative image of the other.

22nd September

The first day of autumn. Wet, windy, damp, and horrible. D=

Today hasn't been quite as productive as I'd planned, but I guess something is definitely better than nothing. Today I realised something about my villains for my NaNoWriMo project, and that will no doubt make them more interesting to write about, but as for my current project I'm so far not having too much luck with it. I've been feeling a little like my story is too flat, lately, and although it might be possibly because I have yet to write all the scenes that make the earlier ones siginificant, it's making it hard to get the first scenes written in the first place. How suckish.

I guess I'll just have to work harder, to get further, to get to the important bits where everything makes sense.

As they say within the Structuralist school of thought, "Things only make sense in comparison to something else". This is how my novels work. They work with themselves. Now, I just need to get the second half of said selves written.

Words written today: 1,087.

Line for today:

The sunset would have been beautiful, if only she could have seen it all. Instead, all she caught was a glimpse of the reds and golds of the sun as it made its steady way into the grave, spilling through trees to play across the water. She thought that it would have been nice if she could see the horizon; at least that way she would have known which way was up.

It's getting late. I'm not going to write any more, on this blog or otherwise.

Toodles~

21st September

Today we went for a walk. Three miles of walk. And then ate out at a restaurant. It was nice. <3

As for writing.

Well. Technically I've not written any fiction today; or at least I've not written any fiction on my own novel. However, I have spent a good two or three hours of my evening rewriting a prologue for my English Literature homework. We had to rewrite the prologue to She Stoops To Conquer, by Oliver Goldsmith, in a different style, and for a different audience.

I got really really stuck with it, because forced creativity that I'll have to perform in class is not my strong point. But, I kept working on it, and ended up with something that I think is at least decent.

It probably doesn't make sense without reading the original prologue (which you can find on the internet) but I'm going to post it here anyway, because I'm actually quite proud of it, and I don't have a line for the day. :]

She Stoops To Conquer
Prologue Rewrite

Enter MR. WOODWARD, dressed in black carrying a long thin staff, and holding in one hand a book of Fairytales, the other a Handkerchief.

Gather round boys and girls, and I will tell you a story.
Our tale begins a long time ago.
A time when Comedy lived merrily alongside the humans and ‘Price To Pay’ was three dollars-a-pop,
Back row in the theatre with a bag of carrot lollies and a cup of iced tea.
But now our dearest Comedy Rabbit is dying because a Sentimental man named Tragedy has been putting poison in the soup,
And without our sweetest Comedy, a man has no right to the lollies, nor the tea.
Whatever is a creature to do?
Comedy Rabbit is a fact of life, a critter used to the hardships of life but amused and ticklish in every respect all the same. Without our Mr. Rabbit, how does the world spin?
Who does Mr. McGregor throw from his garden for carrot-snatching if not Comedy Rabbit?

I have carrot sweeties to give, a box at the most,
And those always draw the crowds.
It used to be carrots, but now Comedy rabbit is running with the Fever Fairies
And carrot cake isn’t available to the general public.
So kiddies like yourselves got to starve, and listen to a Tragedy In Three Acts
And cry all the way to the end.

I tried to make a sad tale; I tried to conjure a Wicked Queen with warts and
An underbite, and a Wicked Mirror that only tells the truth,
But the real truth is I just like to laugh, and make faces out of carrot sticks.
My tale would go something like “A run in the park is a run in the dark if the Wicked Queen were near; A run in the park ain’t a run at all if you think about the trippy-traps and sticky-ups and lions and tigers and bears. A run in the dark ain’t a run in the park ‘cos a blind rabbit gonna trip up on bricks”
But tales of darkness is something I leave for the Vampires and Homophobes.

I’m not either, or, so I guess I’ll stick to kiddy tales and offerings of the kind of candy that doesn’t rot a soul from the inside out.

In our fairytale wood, a cat or a bunny could cry out for fear
Of foxes or wolves, or hunters or traps,
But Tragedy is hard-hitting like the bumper of a car driving at full speed down the motorway
And often unavoidable--
But! Oh there is a saviour! Here comes a Hero in Green, a Robin Hood of our metaphorical forest.
A healer with the highest power and plenty of the moo-lar to keep us in the business. Look kiddies, he’s got healthy candy and boxes and boxes of carrot-sticks from old McGregor’s garden.
Ain’t that sweet?
Those brightly coloured candies might look tasty,
lickin’-your-lips-tasty with a zing-of-space tasty,
But they’re poisoned like soup.
Comedy Rabbit doesn’t believe in Tragedy Candies; those candies to make you cry
Make you sigh
Make you die
With boredom.
Hero in Green, glittering Gold-smith has the plan. The carrot candies taste good,
Better than soulless candies from that Wicked Sentimental man
With the top hat
And sinister cloak.

Eat those carrots kiddies, and Comedy Rabbit might leap to life
The poison fever slipping into the night
With the dark-dark and run-in-the-park.
But take a silver-plated-bullet candy, then our sweetest Comedy Rabbit might fall
To the third bowl of comedy,
Which was not just right.

20th September

Today has actually been a pretty awesome day. :3

My sister's eleventh birthday is on Thursday, so today she held her birthday party. She had five friends come skating with us, and that was so much fun. I told myself I wouldn't do any skating, in case I hurt myself and broke a wrist or something (which would seriously mess with my ability to do exams and shiz). But, I decided eventually that I didn't feel like writing, or reading, because the music in the skate rink was way too loud, and it was dance music which I struggle to write to anyway. So, I went skating.

At first I was a little unstable, because I hadn't skated in so long, but eventually I got my confidence back, and before I knew it I was skating as fast as the professionals again. It felt good. <3>

It tired me out, though, because I'm not used to it. Now the tops of my legs are a little sore, and the bottom of my feet because the skates I got were falling to pieces and made my feet blistery. I got home, was so tired that I couldn't stay awake, and took an hour to have a nap. And took some headache pills. When I woke up I was in charge of keeping an eye on some of the kids who had come back to our house to stay the night (three of them, plus my sister), so I spent most of my evening chatting with this one guy called Paul, who really is kinda sweet.

And then, finally at 1am, once they'd gone to bed (they're still awake, though, I can hear them) I got to sit down and do some writing. My original plan had been to do homework after, but that hasn't been the case- I'll do it tomorrow.

I'm actually pretty pleased with my output. Considering that yesterday I struggled to even write a word, tonight the words came a lot easier. I'm onto a rather amusing scene right now, with some character revelations and cute bits with the main characters, so I'm really enjoying myself. I've also written 1.5k, which after this writer's block feels like a miracle. Miracle I tell you!

So, now, I'm at 66.4k for this novel, giving me only 14k to write before NaNoWriMo starts. I've also been planning out some characters for said NaNo novel. So far I have two main characters: the villain, Redd (but everybody calls her Rouge because she hates mixing languages) Noir, and Allouez, my hero. Rouge has a brother called Blue (Redd and Blue, geddit?); their parents thought it would be funny. XD

As of yet I have no conflict, and no reason why my hero would hate my villain and quest to kill her, or why my villain would quest to kill my hero, but it's okay. I have a while to come up with something yet.

Now, though, it's 2:40am and I'm tired. I guess I should go to bed, but not before I put up my line for the day. I'm going to start doing this, because I think it might help me have more confidence in the quality of my work, or at least I'll enjoy it a bit more.

Line(s) for today:

Ellette: “Oh, he did. He knew I was a Cuckoo, even if Calina never did.”
Medina: “A Cuckoo?”


Thank you, and good night. ;3

19th September

I had a dream this morning. About nail varnish. O_O


And, today during Psychology our teacher, Mr Read confessed that it was probably he who caused the fire alarm to go off. We were told that the alarm was set off by a door nearby slamming too hard and jogging the glass inside, which set the alarm off. Our form tutor said that whoever set it off "had probably been outside of the room (our psychology room, where the alarm first went off) at just ten o' clock."

Well, guess who went outside of our classroom at ten o' clock yesterday morning to make a cup of coffee?

That's right. Mr Read.

It was quite funny, actually. He then said it would be a little unjust of him to set us homework to catch up what we missed in that hour if it was him, in fact, who had set the alarm off. He said it would be kind of ironic. ;O

So, today has been alright. I had book club today, where we were given two short stories (one of which was the Canterville Ghost, by Oscar Wilde) and told to just read them for next week, ready to discuss. That can't be hard. ;)

Yesterday I wrote 1000 words, which is good because I would have no doubt written more if I hadn't been doing homework for three hours last night. @_@

I want to write some more tonight.
But for now I have a doctor's appointment to attend, so I should be off.

Toodles. <3

18th September

Today, today, today...

Well, I suppose today was interesting if nothing else. Today, at Derby Moor, we had a fire bell go off half way through period two (which for me was my second hour of Psychology with Mr. Read-I-Can't-Really-Read). Apparently, with DMCSC being the scuzzy school that it is (apparently) these fire alarms go off quite frequently because the kids like to set them off. Today, though, was different.

Although the thing wasn't actually scheduled, it wasn't a kid that set the thing off, it was something that the teachers referred to only as a 'technical fault'. Said fault had us lined up in our form groups in the tennis court playground thingy for over half an hour in silence. Then, when they realised that they couldn't get the bell fixed we were told we could sit on the floor and chat quietly with each other. So, in total, we were out there for over an hour. During this time we also missed our break between lessons, which was annoying. We ended up having a shorter break, and eating into our next lessons.

Of course, as always, this means more homework.

Oh how I love homework.

Not.

.___.

I've got so much homework it's not even a laughing matter any more. I mean, I know it's supposed to get harder and all this year, but seriously, is three hours homework really necessary for just two subjects? REALLY?


REALLY?

...


During tutor period today we were working on our personal statements. Mrs Archer says that although mine still needs a tiny little bit of work, it's one of the tightest statements that she's seen in a long while. This meant I had a good twenty minutes of the lesson to do nothing but write. Well, I was supposed to do homework, but I didn't feel like it, so I wrote a good 400 words. Not a lot, but it's something. Now tonight I have about an hour to write some more. I'd like at least another 600 words, because then I can keep up a 1k a day target, despite all the school work and shit that I'm having to deal with.

That'll make me feel good.

But for now, I don't have anything interesting to say because I want to write. So, like. Yeah.

~~

17th September

Hell yeah. I remembered! =D

Not that I have much to tell this time (I'm sure you're glad, yes?) because today nothing really happened. I walked to school listening to Dr. Horrible's singalong blog playing on my iPod, and really enjoyed myself because it was one of those mornings when the air is really quite cold and crisp. I didn't wear my suit jacket, just my shirt with the short sleeves, and let the cold rub icy gooseflesh up my arms. OhyesIdid. So, I got to school feeling really refreshed, made it through two hours of English Literature with Mr Summers without incidence, and then two hours of Psychology with Ms. Seago likewise. I got home, ate, played with the new puppy (she's so fucking cute), did some writing- I'm on about 600 words for today, but I might do some more later, methinks- and then did some homework.

Get me. I'm on a fucking roll! >D

Now, as soon as Alex and Hazel get here, I'm going to Alex's house where we're going to chat about the London Anime Convention, Octover 24-6.

Speaking of which, they're here now. I'ma go now.

Laterz. >3
~

16th September (2)

So. I blew all my energy on homework. Y'know how it is. So, now, I can't be bothered to write this entry, or write my novel. The good thing in this situation is that I have done my homework. That's a first. .__.

I feel I should talk about yesterday, say something interesting or witty, but to be honest, nothing really happened yesterday. I woke up at nine, because I had a double free session in the morning, and then didn't get to school until 10:45 for my lesson at 11:05. It was a wonderful feeling, that; the only problem was that by the time I got to school I felt like my head was going to explode or something. Seriously explode too, like a fucking supernova or some shit. It was not good at all. So, I'm there at school with a double session of history first with Mr. Davis, whom I think is awesome. He's young, vivacious, bouncy and yesterday when he walked into our lesson he was totally hyper.

Apparently he'd just come from the staff room (and he was five minutes late, no less, when he's normally the one harping on about how the bell goes at ten past and how we should all aim to be there only a minute after, etcetera etcetera), but he's had a bit of an accident during his break and split a jam tart down his shirt. White shirt. Red jam. Firstly, how the hell do you spill a jam tart? Secondly, who the hell actually spends his lesson teaching time actually trying to clean it up? It was possibly the most hilarious situation he's ever told us about.

He's so unprofessional with his stories it's insane, but it's okay because he's cool like that. Like the time he pretended to have a mental breakdown in our lesson because it was all part of some kind of role play activity to help us learn about Napoleonic France. Suffice to say I never forgot that lesson, or why the coalitions against France failed at first.

Anyway, so he comes into the lesson late, and after relating to us in no uncertain terms all about his "tart related mishap" (definitely a quote for this years NaNo), he jumped straight into the work for the lesson. I think the jam went to his head or something, though, like he had a sugar high, because pretty soon he was bouncing all over the room. It was almost as funny as the time he got hyper by overdosing on Calpol (Seriously? Wtf.) He started using all these weird analogies, and some of the stuff he came out with was simply priceless.

It encouraged me to get out my notebook and write down all of the stuff he said, so now I have a list of "Davo quotes", including gems like "Sorry, all I can think about are hoes, fat cows and turnips" (on the subject of why he was referring to turnips so much. Apparently he'd just been teaching a bunch of year 9's about the agricultural revolution), "You lose the ability to think when you teach", "History teachers love stories; the truth doesn't matter!" and "Oh! The handbags are out!" (referring to a cat fight between two of the boys in the class).

Another classic from halfway through the lesson is as follows:

Chris: "What's going on out there, sir?"
Mr Davis: "They're just having a riot."

And man the way he said it was just wonderful. He also spent the whole lesson calling the Pittites "Pitties" until he was corrected by Liz, whereupon he knelt down on the floor and sobbed to himself in a mixture of embarrassment, laughter and sorrow. Bless him.

After history I had a less than memorable hour of English Literature. We were just reading for our coursework. Nothing special there, only I had, by this point, a fucking migraine. I tell you, I couldn't wait to get home.




... And you just know you found that interesting.

As for today, I have very little to relate. Double General Studies this morning, with Mrs Arched and then Mr Venkatesh (who is actually nicer than I gave him credit for. I was thinking he was going to be awful -_-). Then I had another double free, when I came home made lunch and did nothing but Gaia for an hour. Finally I had history. With Mr Murray, not Mr Davis. I know, how guttering.

The writing today has made very little progress, partly because of my tiredness (which I hope coffee will cure soon enough), this blog which has taken more time than I had planned for since I've gone on for way too long about a certain teacher, and the fact that I just can't be bothered. I don't know where all my energy has gone from the other day, but after the suicide scene which I enjoyed writing immensely, I don't really have any energy at all for the rest of it. Shame really, since I'm only half way through this novel- actually not even that far year, more like 1/3- and about half way through the trilogy and already I'm getting bored. This isn't a good sign for future writings....

I'll just not think about it and hope it goes away. Or something. But, tonight, no matter how unmotivated I am, I have at least 500 words to write and I'll be damned if I let such a small amount of words knock me for six.

.___.

Hi-ho, hi-ho, off to write we go! With a bucket and spade to fill in all the holes, hi-ho, hi-ho hi-ho hi-ho! XD

Toodle-oo.
xx

16th September

Okay, perhaps not the best start to a new regime...

I posted in my Gaia journal, though? D:

I feel awfully guilty about it, but I know that not posting isn't the end of the world. Hey, I know, I'll make two entries today, and I'll talk about both today and yesterday then.

Since it's only 8am right now, I don't think I've got much to talk about today, and to be honest I don't have time to talk about yesterday right now, so I'll wait until I come home later or something, and totally do this while I'm supposed to be doing homework. >_>;

So, toodle-oo for now, and I'll bloggerup later. =3

14th September 2008

Jesus H. Christ. I haven't written in a while. You lose one day, you lose 'em all, right?

So, it appears as though I have a lot of catching up to do. Let me see, what has happened since my last blog, two months ago...

For starters, I went on the Summer School at Nottingham University, and it was fucking marvellous. I had so much fun, met some awesome new people, and got a taste for university life. Also, I hit 100k on the novel the day before going.

Speaking of the novel, I wrote solidly for the rest of the summer, pretty much. I have a progress chart on a Gaia thread, so I'll put that in here.

July 3rd: 3,573 words written. Chapter Two part 1 finished, part 2 begun.
July 4th: 2,550 words written. Chapter Two part 2 finished, part 3 begun.
July 5th: 2,139 words written. Chapter Two part 3 continued. 100K REACHED! *Does a happy dance* I think I might have to up that goal now though...
July 6th: SUMMER SCHOOL
July 7th: SUMMER SCHOOL
July 8th: SUMMER SCHOOL
July 9th: SUMMER SCHOOL
July 10th: SUMMER SCHOOL
July 11th: SUMMER SCHOOL (Oh, it's good to be back!! I miss people already though... Boo...) - 2,048 words written. Chapter Two part 3 complete, part 4 begun.
July 12th: 2,065 words written. Chapter Two part 4 continued.
July 13th: 2,590 words written. Chapter Two part 4 completed, Chapter Three begun.
July 14th: 2,308 words written. Chapter Three part 1 completed, part 2 begun.
July 15th: 4,170 words written. Chapter Three part 2 completed, part 3 begun.
July 16th: 2,501 words written. Chapter Three part 3 continued.
July 17th: 2,158 words written. Chapter Three part 3 completed, part 4 begun.
July 18th: 0. It's all good. <3>
July 19th: 2,183 words written. Chapter Three part 4 continued.
July 20th: 2,105 words written. Chapter Three part 4 completed, Chapter Four begun.
July 21st (today has been an emotionall difficult day, but success has been achieved): 2,563 words written. Chapter Four part one completed, part 2 begun. Major plot point reached!
July 22nd: 2,158 words written. Chapter Four part 2 finished, part 3 begun and finished.
July 23rd (today instead of writing I drew cartoons of my characters. It's all good. =D): 0 words written.
July 24th: 2,116 words written. Chapter Five begun.
Jul 25th: 2,058 words written. Chapter Five part 1 complete, part 2 begun.
Lost track while on holiday... Made slow but steady progress though!
August 2nd (three hour delay at the airport plus a four hour flight means productivity!): NOVEL COMPLETE!! I've cut about four thousand words out. I hit 140k, and I'm now back down with a final count of 136k. =D Go me! *Throws another party*


Yes, it is true. I have finished the novel! Also, I've renamed it. The new name of this novel is now Purple Mist, so that made me happy.

Since I finished the novel within the summer, and I still had a good chunk of the SuWriMos left, I decided to tackle the second novel in the trilogy, which now has the name Dark Hour. As of today I'm on 57,864 words. Talk about progress! =D I wrote nearly 200,000 words this summer, and read plenty too. It's been great. Now, I'm back at Sixth Form.

Also over the summer I got my AS level exam results: AABC. They're not as great as I wanted (the C is annoying, but I can't do better in that subject, and the B in History was supposed to be an A, but I screwed the exam up due to a wrist cramp). Consequently I'm retaking one of the History exams in January to boost my grade up to an A, and then I'll be happy. Sixth Form is way more difficult this year, already, but I'm going to force myself to cope with it without resorting to some kind of mental breakdown.

I've had to reduce my daily word count goal down to 500 words, because of the school work, but even with this count I still figure I can get to 80k on the novel before NaNo starts. I've decided that I'm going to start a new novel for NaNo this year, and leave my trilogy to more serious writings. I've been having some trouble with my writing lately, which I hate, and so I figure that if I take November out to write something that is complete and utter nonsense I'll be able to relax myself and I'll go back into Black Hour feeling so much better because of it. I need a break, and I need to write something even more shit than this. Does that make sense? I think it makes sense, anyway. >_>

At the very least I'm going to try and make blogging every day a priority, because I feel guilty for writing nothing over this last two months. If I make it something I have to do, then I won't skip it, and I have to admit I do love going back through all these posts and reading them. So, I promise myself, it is as important as writing, or doing homework.

Yeah?

Yeah. :)

Honest.

Anyway. For now I'm going to perhaps write some more while I'm in the mood. You never know when it might end. :/


Peace out.
xxx