A [NaNoWriMo] Novelist...

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

Tuesday, March 09, 2010

8th March

Today I have been bad. Sort of. Today I skipped one of my lectures (my Literature In History II module lecture on The Turn of the Screw) to go into town with Natalie and Isabel. Isabel's hamster, Peanut, died yesterday, so we went into town to buy cake from Number 33 to cheer her up. We ended up going shopping, for clothes and food, which I totally hadn't planned, but it was good because I ended up buying two nice new tops for a decent price. :) Things could be much worse!!

Other than that, today has been pretty uneventful. I wrote a plan for my essay, which I'm going to work on tomorrow, and did some editing. I've been speeding through that pretty well at the moment, and once I've been through it once, I'm going to read through it once more (hopefully finding little to no error) before I .pdf it and get it sent off for the proof. I think I should make my deadline of April 1st, because I'm currently on chapter 15 out of 21 of the first read-through, and I've only been working on it sporadically due to uni. Once easter rolls around, and I'm at home, I can spend a couple of days just reading through it, no pressure, and then I'll be done. Hey, maybe I'll get through it even before April! That would be brilliant, and give me plenty of time to make a cover and stuff for it (because I do want it to look good, really... >_>)

Ah well. It's half 2 in the morning now (which is only allowed because my 10am seminar tomorrow has been cancelled) and I need to sleep.

Hopefully more editing tomorrow, after that damn essay on Native Americans being portrayed as 'savage'. Yay.

Wish me luck!

Toodles~
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Why don't we paint

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I'm gonna

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And roll my

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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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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