A [NaNoWriMo] Novelist...

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

Monday, October 13, 2008

12th October (The REAL post)

Now playing: Wuthering Heights - Hayley Westenra

Out on the wiley, windy moors, we'd roll and fall in green. You had a temper like my jealousy: Too hot, too greedy. How could you leave me, when I needed to possess you?

So, today has been a pretty cool day as well. Today I didn't really do a lot, to be honest with you. I didn't wake up until 11am, and then I basically sat around all morning. I had a bit of an argument with my sister, who was being unreasonable, and my mother, who was arguing with everybody today, but other than that things went pretty smoothly. I sat around on the computer for most of the day, watched the latests episode of Bones from Thursday night which I hadn't gotten around to watching yet (I'm saving Cold Case for one night this week when I'm feeling particularly free of homework and other obligations), and then it was more internet until about half six this evening. At this point I decided I'd go around and see my friend, who I hadn't seen for a few weeks.

I spent a couple of hours at her house with one of her other friends, and we watched Eddy Izzard videos on youtube until we laughed so much we got a bit sick. >_o I headed home then, and sat around on the internet for a bit longer. The relaxation was what I needed, and it really did me good.

After a conversation on one of the NaNo threads I decided it was finally time to write my synopsis for my NaNo novel, which I've been putting off for a week or so now, and so I sat down and did that. It actually turned out pretty well, I think. It's longer than I'd planned, but it shows what the story is going to be about for both of the main characters, which is pretty effective, I think. If you want to read it, you can find it here: My NaNo Page

Whilst writing this synopsis, which I did totally on a whim, I came up with the inspiration for a character sketch for A.C. I decided in that split second (you know, as you do), that her mother was going to be a ghost who kept harassing her over the phone at the most inappropriate times, and of course this spawned a whole sketch conversation between the two of them. It's only 500 words, but I really enjoyed writing the whole thing.

Words written today:
Five hundred and something, again, plus a synopsis.

Lines for today: Again, pretty much all of them. I think my favourite line tonight, though, is... "ust because you’re a non-living non-breathing trickle of residue on the phone line it does not give you the right to harass me like this every morning before work."

I hated you. I loved you, too.

posted by Kitty Taylor at 12:41 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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"Come on babe

Why don't we paint the town?

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And roll my stockings down

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I know a whoopee spot

Where the gin is cold

But the piano's hot

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Where there's a nightly brawl

And all

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Whoopee!

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Right up here

Is where I store the juice

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I bet you lucky Lindy

Never flew so high

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Show her where to park her girdle

Oh, her mother's blood'd curdle

And If she hears her baby squeal

It's For all that jazz

And all that jazz

And all that jazz

Come on babe

Why don't we paint

The town?

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-

Jazz

No, I'm no one's wife

But, oh, I love my life

And all that Jazz!

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