A [NaNoWriMo] Novelist...

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

Thursday, September 18, 2014

18th September 2014

Today I had a revelation. After posting in the blog yesterday, suddenly I feel much better. There is probably little correlation between the two except that my post here sparked an interest in my old posts. On my lunch break today I read through my posts from October and November 2008; I reminded myself what it was like to genuinely enjoy myself, enjoy writing. I also began to remember the joy in adding to this blog, just a little bit here and there, and watching it grow.

For me, this blog has been more of a constant than any other journal I have ever tried to keep. Yes, it is seasonal. And yes nobody reads it any more - but that doesn't matter. Why should it? It's like a little personal slice of the internet. It's my happy place.

It's also my ranty place. My writing place. My angry place. It's quiet and I like it.

So maybe I'll write in here more often.

Today I was helping my dad to move from his old office building to his new one. It's fabulous. The only catch? We're moving in, but the new building ISN'T FINISHED YET. Yup. There are no doors on the toilets, the carpet tiles aren't finished, and neither is the handrail on the bannister. There are no drawers or doors on the cupboards, either, and half the technology doesn't work. But tomorrow, we are moving our butts in there, come hell or high water.

So tonight I didn't finish work until gone 8pm. We ate dinner at the unit and then Dad dropped me off here. I've been hanging out on the internet ever since, catching up with a few things and feeling generally lazy. Especially since chances are I'll be working late again tomorrow.

All that packing of boxes did give me a little time to think about my new NaNo novel, though. I'm plotting and planning and it's all going quite nicely. Slowly, but nicely. I think I've got names for some characters. Maybe. I'm not settled. I'm pretty excited about this project though, and you should be too. =D

Anyhow, for now I think I'm going to go back to my Gaian pals, post a little and think some more about witches and autumn, and look forward to the walk to work tomorrow at the new unit - praying that it's a beautiful, crisp fall day. <3 br="">

posted by Kitty Taylor at 9:39 pm

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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?

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

Skit two!

And all that Jazz

Hotshot!

Whoopee!

And all that Jazz

Slick your hair

And wear your buckle shoes

And all that Jazz

I hear that Father Dip

Is gonna blow the blues

And all that Jazz

Hold on, hon

We're gonna bunny hop

I bought some aspirin

Down at United Drug

In case you shake apart

And want a brand new start

To do that-

Jazz

Find a flask

We're playing fast and loose

And all that jazz

Right up here

Is where I store the juice

And all that jazz

Come on, babe

We're gonna brush the sky

I bet you lucky Lindy

Never flew so high

'Cause in the stratosphere

How could he lend an ear

To all that Jazz?

Oh, you're gonna see your sheba shimmy shake

And all that jazz

Oh, she's gonna shimmy 'till her garters break

And all that jazz

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