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Sunday, September 28, 2008

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.”

posted by Kitty Taylor at 7:37 pm

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And If she hears her baby squeal

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Why don't we paint

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And all that jazz

I'm gonna

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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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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