hello, i'm satan, and i'd like to talk to you about NaNoWriMo. that's right folks, it's that time of year again. national novel writing month, otherwise known as NaNoWriMo, is upon us once more. this year, meredeth's story will consist of one blind assassin with social interaction issues, one contract for every guild head in the city, and one invisible young woman with a passion for vengence. i'm hoping it will be dark and gloomy and oppressive, and she's hoping it will be entertaining to read. we'll see. in the meantime, she's agreed to provide me with a record of the torture she has chosen to inflict upon herself via this journal. sit back and enjoy, i know i will.
ichinichi holy fuck i'm tired. my word count says 1713, although i'm cheating a little by including the vestiges of my outline, but i did write about 1500 words today, plus i woke up at 11.30 am... yes, i know some of you are like, wtf? 11.30? i wish! but here's the thing: i don't ever get to sleep before 3 in the morning, and not usually before 4. so 11.30 is like, an hour and a half less sleep than i'd like. i would have just stayed in bed, but the classical station that my alarm is set to was playing bach's tocatta and fugue in d minor, and i absolutely LOVE that piece, so i had to stay up for it, and by the time it was over, i was awake. then there was trick or treat, and my massive shopping trip where i obtained about five more things than i had set out for --damn you nano excitement for making me overspend!-- and then i actually had to sit down and write something. f that. so now i'm going to bed, and i shall see you again sometime on the morrow. adieu!
futsuka damn i'm hot! 4307 as of 2.59 this morning. YES! man, though, FFXII is THE biggest distraction. i played that thing for like three hours this evening, all the while glancing surreptitiously at my laptop, like, "i know, i KNOW. just let me get through this one dungeon... just let me find this one shop... just let me-- oh BLEEEH!" so finally i had to break down and write. i did almost 1000 words in one hour, so yay me. once again, though, i am DEAD TIRED, so i'm off to pray for several extra hours to suddenly appear in the middle of the night from some other extra dimension, that i might become mystically well-rested.
mikka is it really only the third? ... i'm going to crash and burn by this weekend. (T_T) heh. i am so DOG tired. actually, i'm going to bed a little early this ... morning, because i can barely type i'm so tired. it doesn't help that our furnace is el busto and it's only like 65 degrees in this house. i've got gloves on. and my fingers are still freezing. BADNESS(tm). on the other hand, i finally figured out what the anti-soul mysteries lab has to do with anything. for those of you who are like WTF once again [yeah, that's gonna happen a lot this month, folks.] my chapter titles are the first thirteen tracks of the limitied edition soundtrack sampler that came with Castlevania: Lament of Innocence. which, by the way, i AM addicted to castlevania, yes, and i WILL be ordering portrait of ruin from EB w/ all it's swag-y goodness. posters AND soundtracks AND artbooks? HELL YES i'm in!
yokka god look at that. i'm so fucking close! 9408 words. i was hoping to pass 10,000 before bedtime, but that's just not gonna happen. i'm sitting at the table, trying to type, and i keep mistyping because my fingers are so cold. i tried putting on gloves, but that was even worse. i've got some wrist warmers, too, and they did work great, until about midnight, when the temp started really dipping and the house started to go popsicle. actually, i'm still about a day and a half ahead of myself, so i'm not feeling too bad, plus tomorrow is saturday, so i've got nothing to do but write. ... ... ... ok, there was just this massive metallic crash from the furnace. nothing blew up, exactly, but i'm a little curious. problem is, the furnace is currently ON, miracle of miracles, and i'm not looking to mess w/ anything, lest it go off again. besides of which, i'm safe and comfy in my bed, with my sheets, two blankets, a comforter, and my winter coat on, and i have finally attained that mystical state know as Warm. ... what i'm really starting to be worried about, actually, quite beside the furnace, is that this story is not long enough to last fifty thousand words. back up stories, where are you?
itsuka yet another going-to-bed-early day for me. i passed the 10k mark though. 10740. it feels fancy, but here's the problem: i don't like this story. it's boring the HELL out of me. AND I'M WRITING IT! the problem is, i keep trying to fall asleep while i'm writing it. i don't know if i've got some kind of iron deficiency or if these mornings of waking up to a 58 degree house are starting to wear on me or WHAT the hell's going on, but i am colossally uninspired by joachim's story. which is sad. because i think it could be cool. but joachim's a very introspective/thoughtful guy and so there's really not enough action for my tastes. i do have another story that i'm just DYING to write, but i think i like that story FAR too much not to edit it as i go, and that would make me so slow as to completely doom me to failure. dammit! i will not fail! i shall just have to work some more action into my book. it's about an assassin, you'd really think it wouldn't be so hard.
muika i really can't believe it's only been six days. it seriously makes me want to faint. of all the times IN THE WORLD to be sick. that would explain the fatigue. on the other hand 12216 words. also, a new toy:
a sharp PA-4000 to go w/ my other two mildly vintage typewriters. this one however is still new enough that i can buy ribbons for it at staples. i suppose that disqualifies it from even the mildly vintage category, but i just don't care. i got my writing spirit back, for like, two hours with that thing, and so i'm happy. as you can see from the grease pencil, it was well worth it. and now i am off to try to find a nasal decongestant that doesn't make me want to stab myself in the nostril with a roto-rooter.
ok, p.s. i fucking HATE the emoticon tree. i can't fucking find anything! dammit! i never really liked that thing, but i figured i hardly ever used it, so it wasn't worth complaining about. but now i want to find a sick emote, AND I CAN'T FUCKING DO IT! plus the little "emoticons" link when you make a comment is pointless in this instance, since i'm trying to change my journal emote, WHICH YOU CAN ONLY CHOOSE VIA THE EVIL TREE. dammit!
ok, p.p.s. i've searched the entire fucking tree, and can report that it is not there. fuck? that.
