A [NaNoWriMo] Novelist...

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

Sunday, October 31, 2010

31st October

NaNoWriMo!!!! Omg, SO SOON. I hereby promise to update this blog every day during NaNoWriMo 2010, even if it kills me. Amen? XD

I'm really pretty excited. Today I'm wanting to take it nice and easy, get ready for the Halloween party that I'm heading out to tonight, and then go into NaNo tomorrow feeling awesome. Bwah... It's entirely possible.

I have some character sheets still to fill in, which I'll do today before going out. I've already filled out Leo and Arabella, my two main characters, but I still have Jemima, Vincent and Louis to look at before tonight. That should be fun because I don't know much about them yet - and since Vincent is my villain I think it'll be important to get a better grip on him. I'm a bit worried about Jemima, since she's only 8 years old and it's been a long time since I was 8 years old... My sister is too old to ask questions as well, although she often acts younger than she is. Perhaps she can provide me with some valuable information when the time comes, ha.

I really want to have a bath, so that I can think things over better. But there are two problems. Firstly, I have three other housemates who might want to use the bathroom, since it IS the middle of the day. I can't just go hogging the damn room all day, can I? Well, not even all day... But if somebody needs the toilet, or to wash their hands/face, then I'll be in trouble. Blah. The second problem is that our bathroom is, to put it bluntly, disgusting. I mean, REALLY disgusting. It's like it's infested with everything that is possible. We have slugs and snails appearing from god only knows where, and no curtain on the window, which means anybody could see through while I was lying there. It's just not good. Plus, the bath isn't exactly clean. AND NONE OF THIS IS OUR FAULT. I can't stress this enough. We've only been living here for a month, and the previous tennants left the place in such a state it's not even worth talking about...

But, I REALLY want a bath. My neck is really sore from sleeping on it funny, and I really can't see any other legitimate way to relax in this place. Gaaaah. Whatever. Maybe I'll just suck it up and try to get the place clean enough to use the bath for 20 minutes. I mean, how bad can it be? And I have some yummy Lush bath products that I bought yesterday. Surely they'll make the room less... gross? SURELY?

Anyway, back to NaNo: I'm so freaking excited!! I can't wait to start writing. It seems like it was a billion years ago when the last NaNo made me so depressed. It wasn't NaNo, I guess, more myself and my homesickness. Well, this year is different. I have the Norwich NaNo group (not as awesome as back home, but still pretty damn cool!) and I'll be home for the second week, which means I can go to two of the meets back home too! Ah, best of both worlds. <3 I don't really know what I'd do if I couldn't go to a meetup... I'd probably just crash and buuuurn. But that's not going to happen. I'm aiming to write at least 100,000 words this year, if not more (we'll see how the novel goes). And, I'm allowed to make this plot as silly as I want to in order to have fun. Of course, I'll try to keep it serious, but writing seriously for NaNo never seems to work. However, if I start off with a serious outline and add silly stuff later, with any luck it'll be the kind of silly stuff I can get rid of later if the novel is worth saving. Right? Riiiiight?

I'm sure I'm right. Write. Bwaha.

Well, it's half past twelve, and I have some things to do. I have to do the washing up from last night (we had an awesome chocolate fountain party with like... 40 cupcakes that Smartie and I made, and marshmallows, and sweetieees. Nom. Messy, though). I also have to have that bath (or shower, we'll see), do my NaNo character sheets, and then prepare my outfit for tonight! I'm going as a zombieee. Of course. I got a shirt from Primark which I'm gonna rip up nice and messily, and other than that I guess I'll just paint my face and stuff. Pizza hut then pubcrawl tonight! Yeeehaw. Unfortunately, I have that 9am tomorrow morning... Oops!

Hopefully I won't be hungover. Or drunk. Hungover writing is no fun at alllll.

Tomorrow, it begins! Expect an update. :D

Toodles~

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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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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