EJECT! EJECT!

It is the night before Nano, and the terror has officially seized me. 

OH MY WORD WHAT AM I DOING?

I can't write... I especially can't write guys. I have no plot, I have 18 THOUSAND different pieces I need to keep track off, and I'm very very scared. *cries* I have, like, 30 characters I need to keep straight. GAHHHHH!!!! There is NO way I'm going to be able to keep them separate. 

Fail...

Hopefully soon the insanity will descend on me to the point that I don't care. 

EDIT: Bahnree has reassured me that having lots of characters is not unheard of, and in fact can even be managed without undue bloodshed. Now if I can only manage to hold onto hope with my fingernails...

"If I go there I loose my way..."

So. I mentioned at the dinner table tonight that Nanowrimo starts soon, and I was excited about it. Given how much it has been featuring in my mind for the last two months, I thought everyone knew I was planning on writing 50,000 words in a month. 

I was in error. 

It seems that given my perceived actions in May, my parents take a dim view of my writing, in this manner at least. I will point out that in May, my parents were not here. I and Courtney were running the house, and on one memorable day, Courtney was driven to tears by the craziness of the house, while on the phone to Mommy and Daddy, while I was at work. The fact that I was spending four hours a day typing was the factor attributed to the craziness. And I was banned from the computer until Pater et Mater returned. 

This is ancient history, but now my delirious happiness about November has suffered a slight hiccup. I was not told not to write, or anything, but my family does not share my enthusiasm, let us say. I am a little concerned about the fact that I haven't picked up on this before. 

So November might be even more interesting then I was expecting, what with angsty novels, familial disapproval, cooking, and funerals and such. 

Nch nch nch

Take a gander!

NaNoWriMo.

*giggles*

"Let there be light."

And the Section Chief fired three rounds of illumination and there was light!
EDIT: This is something my dad said, just as an aside while walking through the room. And I chortled manically into my computer and wrote it down. :P This is also why I am delighted at being able to write actual military guys this Nov. I am also terrified, since I think I'll flub it, but I love the humour. *is gleeful*

"It looks like that to keep people from going mad." *pause* "Of course, some people still go mad."

My oh my I am out of shape. To a truly sad extent. Since I've been working at the bank I have had little or no reason to exercise, since it is about a 2 minute walk away. So what little cardiovascular capability I had laughed at me and departed for southern climes. 

Little knowing this, I just tried to walk to the other end of town and back. Just a light walk, which I used to do all the time. 10 km, or about 6 miles, if I'm remembering correctly. I managed the walk. And now most of the muscles in my body seem to be on fire. *curls up in a ball and concentrates on breathing* gahhhhhhhhhhh.

BUT, to take my mind off the pain, I invented all kinds of technical specifications for my world. Inventing a world is terribly jolly. If you want vacuum sealed trains in your spaceship, in go vacuum sealed high speed trains. In you want medical robots with centipede legs which live under the floor, they are there. With pin stripes. If you want- but that would give away more of my story than I care to give away right now. 

Suffice it to say that it was a fun walk. 

I am a fan of secret rivers!

Here's to inordinate excitement about a probably-foolish undertaking that occurs in a little over three weeks! *breaks out the chocolate*

My story was seeming too large to deal with, but now it's under control. Pretty much. :D Scene charts colour-coded for character POVs are my salvation. As is caller ID. Strangely excellent for names, that. 

And I love my characters. They still need a lot of work done though. :D Strangely,  I know why the girls function, but not exactly what they'll do in any given situation- while I know what the guys would say in most situations, but not why. This issue is probably aided by the fact that I have little-to-no idea why guys do things most of the time. 

In fact, this is probably a good time to offer a flat apology for any masculine POV's I inflict on the world. I'm sorry. 

SO EXCITED!!!!!!

A line that barged into my head without knocking.

"My love, I also desire peace. I simply do not desire my own destruction as a means to that peace.

What, did you think that I enjoy this war? You really are dreadfully idealistic."

"These people are in Brazil, right?" "Yep." "So why are they speaking Spanish?" "Americans." "Right."

I was just trying to write up a synopsis of my story for the Nano website, and I realized that it doesn't really have a plot. I mean, there are lots of people, and they do things, people get mad and things are broken, places are visited and firefights are engaged in; and that's about it. There isn't really anything I can point to and say, "that is what my story is centered around," without looking quite foolish. 

This worries me.

On the other hand, I have a grand total of NO homework, so things could be worse. :P

P.S. Oh, and also there are some massive political machinations, but that's just the setting, not central to the lack-of-plot. Is that all right? Now I'm all worried. *insecure* But it's good that I caught this now, and not three days in, as I did in May.