Monday, August 24, 2009

My New Project

After Action, Expendables

So I couldn't resist doing a Wordle of my finished draft. IS THAT A CRIME?


Well, who cares what you think anyhow?


Anyhow. I'm including this "reaction chat" from Bahnree, cause it makes me smile inside, and also I think it sums up my novel pretty well. "What, he died? When did this happen? WHY ARE YOU MAKING ME LAUGH AT DYING CHILDREN?!?" Ahem. And I'm feeling nostalgic for my charas, who I tortured for so long. Yeah. *is lame*
9:20:13 PM Bahnree: i replied and am now reading
9:24:18 PM Bahnree: reading
9:24:20 PM Bahnree: reading
9:24:28 PM Bahnree: giggles madly
9:24:42 PM Bahnree: whahhattt?
9:26:34 PM Bahnree: right
9:28:31 PM Bahnree: what the heckkkkkkk
9:30:34 PM Bahnree: wow you make me cry
9:30:44 PM Bahnree: you also make me laugh
9:30:49 PM Bahnree: when you use Obama as profanity
9:32:01 PM Bahnree: this is really disturbing
9:40:52 PM Bahnree: rofl
9:40:58 PM Bahnree: i can't believe i'm laughing
9:41:03 PM Bahnree: it's like laugh, cry, laugh, cry
9:41:12 PM Bahnree: which is appropriate, seeing as it's you
9:44:47 PM Bahnree: bites back a laugh
9:44:50 PM Bahnree: I AM NOT LAUGHING
9:44:51 PM Bahnree: ahem
9:47:21 PM Bahnree: Wait, Tenish died?????
9:47:45 PM Bahnree: i think i missed that
9:51:15 PM Bahnree: LOL
9:51:15 PM Bahnree: ahem
9:51:25 PM Bahnree: i refuse to laugh, i forgot
10:01:22 PM Bahnree: lolz
10:01:25 PM Bahnree: AGH ANOTHER LAUGH
10:01:29 PM Bahnree: this is so unfunny
10:01:33 PM Bahnree: i've never read anything so unfunny
10:03:34 PM Bahnree: I love the part when jennet runs in and yells at petria and appel, and runs out, and they're actually being wholesome for once
10:03:41 PM Bahnree: but i refuse to laugh virtuous
10:06:32 PM Bahnree: you are an evil person


Thursday, August 20, 2009

TGIO, Nano 08

It's done.

I'm done.

This weight on my back for the last eight months is gone? *doesn't know how to deal with this strange lightness*





*slaps self*

Okay, sleep is clearly in order. But first, some stats! *cheerful smile*

  • Word Count: 1608
  • Scenes: 3
Since Nov. 1 08
  • Word count: 284,232
  • Days: 293
  • Word Count Per Day: 970
Since Bahnree's Death Threats
  • Word Count: 78,432
  • Days : 44 (I think?)
  • Word Count Per Day: 1,783
*goes off to eat watermelon and laugh madly*


It's the last night. My DDD is in six hours. AH WHY AM I STILL WRITING THIS?

Wednesday, August 19, 2009


Word count: 2,252
Scenes: 4

Scuse me while I go pass out.

"Lay me down in sheets of linen/If you please don't stay all night/Come with me we'll dance such a wedding/Away to the left and around/To the right"

This is my 200th post. Go me. All are very profound, I'm sure.

Word Count: 5,488
Scenes: 6

My hands hurt. However, I can now say with no little degree of triumph, that all the MAIN scenes are done. *not thinking about the plot holes and savage lack of quality, nope* Now I just have to deal with one last trauma for Jennet and write the stuff that deals with the side charas, and fills in some gaping "what just happened?" holes. Piece of cake.


Did I mentioned that we had Kemendraugh's itinerary wrong, and she's not back till the 20th? Yep. So that's why my lack of panic and/or open triumph. I still am honour bound (HA) to fix some of the easy issues before she gets back.

My head hurts too. Sleep, you are so my friend.

Tuesday, August 18, 2009

Drugs, a girl's best friend? Pros and Cons, discuss.

Word count: 3,129
Scenes: 3

I made Kael cry. o.O And I finally got inspired right after I started eating Midol. No, drugs don't help the writing AT ALL. *cough*

Um, that's all. I want to keep writing, but I'm suppose to be awake in six hours. So I should get on getting to sleep. *waves* *runs off*

EDIT: 1,586 words, an hour and a half and a scene later, I guess I really SHOULD go to sleep? ^_^

Sunday, August 16, 2009

"Gonna drive till I drop/till the tires turn to metal/gonna sleep when I'm dead/gonna laugh like the devil..."

Word Count: 1021
Scenes: 2

I think I maybe filled in some holes. Or maybe I just muddled it up more. It's kinda unclear. Tomorrow, we get treason! Go me! *throws shoes*

Oh wait, that was the wrong projectile. Oh well. I'll fix it in revision. ^_^

Also, Where No One Knows Me, by Jann Arden, is a good song. *nods*

Friday, August 14, 2009

Like Never Before....

I actually fell asleep while writing today. I think this is a sign that I don't deal well with warm weather. Or, that I'm not inspired. Either one.

You ever get to scenes that have been so vivid in your head for so long, that you don't even hardly need to write them, cause Of Course Everybody Knows That? Yeah. This is a bad thing. I have so many holes in the scenes that I'm writing now, cause I don't even see the holes, cause it's all obvious. *sigh*

Word count: 722
Scenes: 1

No you don't get any Excerpts, cause that would give stuffs away. ^_^

Thursday, August 13, 2009

"And everybody was for fighting/wouldn't wanna waste a thing/ cold cold water bring me round..."

Free Jazz:
I am
Well, aside from the fact that everybody dies, and Kael goes crazy and kills herslf
I think I've identified the source of the problem.

So it's done. This scene is totally on drugs, but some kind of a pattern for the rewrite is down in text. I need to back this up... *runs away briefly*

I have to say though, this scene was insanely hard to write. It was the one that sparked this story for me in the first place, only by now all the characters are quite different, as well as the tech and what I have of plot. So I have this really vivid picture in my head, that doesn't WORK, so I have to keep shooing it away. Also, well, I'm writing from inside Kael's head. When you catch yourself thinking ~this would just make more sense if I was on drugs, then I could get the real feel of it~ this should be a sign to you that you have issues. I've only been trying to write it since Monday? *sigh* I can also attribute the hard-ness of the scene to the fact that I'm doing my traditional reaction to a Big Scene, and loosing interest, as well as doing my traditional reaction to The End Is In Sight, and saying I'm so close that it hardly matters, I can write that tomorrow. All very healthful and good for me. And my story.


And this is a big however. This scene OFFICIALLY marks the end of Kael's trauma. Everything from here out for her is good, even when it makes her cry. (Especially when it makes her cry.) Jennet is still going to be traumatized just a little, but I promise it's for the best! You get to be Kick-Ass, Jennet! Isn't that what you want?

I'll go sleep now. Tomorrow Dulamon gets to be awesome, and we make Kael cry! *happy smile*

You Noticed!

Wednesday, August 12, 2009


I have got to The Grand Pivotal Scene, and I am totally stuck.

Sunday, August 9, 2009

"You can't find your way home, but you know my music. It evens out."

Wordcount: 621
Scenes: 1 and a bit?

I went back to fix a bunch of stuff today, which accounts for the small word count. Well, that and the visits, and the park, and meeting the band, and eating, and traveling... *cough* What I did write makes me happy though, which in turn makes me happy in a broader sense. :P And I think I might actually be managing to explain the madness that is my mind, and support certain issues, which FILLS ME WITH HOPE.

Not that I need hope.

Noooooooooooooooooo. No need AT ALL.

In other hopeful (?) news, I have ten scenes to write in eight days. GO ME. ahem. (But one of them might involve Haggerty and a table, (which is easy to write,) we'll see.)


Word Count: 2,238
Scenes: 2

Social day was lose. My eyes hurt. Plot is made of fail. I am no longer able to use the English Language. Not that I could before.

I had to attend a PET SHOW. *headdesk*


Saturday, August 8, 2009

The day was devoured by locusts.

I won a hat in time for #hatday.

Wordcount is 0.

Concert was fun. I like prog-metal, who knew. (Those of you with special minds- Don't. Just don't.)

I got attacked by a plot bunny at work.

I ALMOST went to a dance, but sanity won over research.

My ears are ringing like woah.

I am so tired.

Friday, August 7, 2009

"I don't know how to deal with being secure. It makes me nervous."

I meant to write this last night, but it just didn't work out. *cough* At any rate.

My schedule over the next little while worries me. The 18th is my DDD*. This is what my IRL obligations look like.
  • 7th: Work seven hours, attend five hour concert, be social.
  • 8th: As Brother is home, be social. Also, call England with my Phone Card Of Joy. (That one is good.)
  • 9th: Leave in the early morning for a four hour trip to the Town, go to the mall and possibly the theatre.
  • 10th: have hair cut, leave in the afternoon for a four hour trip home.
  • 11th: Work seven hours.
  • 12th: Work seven hours.
  • 13th: Work seven hours.
  • 14th: Work seven hours.
  • 15th: Leave in the early morning for a four hour trip to Town, attend family day at Camp Delight. Spend the night at camp. (No electronics at camp unless medically necessary. No, that does not include my laptop.)
  • 16th: Visit brother, leave in the afternoon for a four hour trip home.
  • 17th: TBA
  • 18th: TBA
So yes, nervous now. o.O

*DDD: Drop Dead Date. If not me, then ALL MY CHARACTERS.

Thursday, August 6, 2009

I got a letter from England! Squeee!!!!

Word Count: 1,452
Scenes: 2.3

Next is basically flashbacks and trauma. Then we have political DRAMA and backstabbing, which I love, and then sappy, and then I'm done. *shock and awe*

I'm also incapable of sitting upright any more, so I'm gonna collapse.

Wednesday, August 5, 2009

La la la la la.... Not thinking about the holes in my plot, not thinking, not thinking, la la la la la la la.....

"I dunno, I think I missed the climax in there. I got all the build-up, and now I get we're into the denouement, but... yeah, not sure where that climax was."
-A friend, who is reading my first draft.
And the answer? It's HIDING. The climax is HIDING. SNEAK-RATIVELY.

*cue mad, hysterical laughter*


Wordcount: 2,282
Scenes: 3

I really have no faith in anything I wrote today. My hope is only that, somewhere WAY underneath the confusion, there's salvageable stuff. And on the subject of quality being VERY buried; The Scene That Mocked Me.

*level stare at the scene*

*scene laughs gently, knowing that it has won*

We had some fundamental disagreements. For one, the scene wanted Haggerty to beat people up with a table, and I said no, I wanted Tenish to be leet, we have had enough of Haggerty beating people with tables. So the scene sulked and refused to help me with tactics, and threw vauge shadowy veils of incomprehensibility over anything that I managed to wrestled out of it. There might have been pliers involved. What I've got now is the second version, becuase last night I gave up and deleted everything I'd written. Written PAINFULLY, and LABORIOUSLY, with much GRIPING and WEEPING and GNASHING OF TEETH. Bahnree knows.

Oh yes... she knows....

Anyhow. *cough* I rewrote it before work today, and I hate it only slightly less than last time. But instead of wanting to destroy it utterly and burn the dust, I only want to stake it out for the sea scavengers to tear into little tiny pieces and eat in front of its slowly desiccating eyes. (When Sea Scavengers = Teh Interwebs.)
I still have hope that there's something good in there, it's just WAY buried. Maybe the soldering iron part? ^_^

Tuesday, August 4, 2009

This is what happens when I try and write military stuffs. A sign, I think.

Word Count: 446
Scenes: 1

I don't want to talk about it.
Ahem. When I SHOULD have been cleaning my room, I discovered this. *chortles* I'm not sure how accurate they are, but, I found the quiz Very Amusing. Which is perhaps because I just woke up. *cough*

You should all take it. *pushes you towards quiz* :D

Kael is only a little like you. She isn't really very cool: she blends into crowds, she hangs out on the fringes at parties, and wearing shades after dark makes her run into things. She may have sometimes thought that she was special, or destined for greater things, but probably dismissed the idea as a fantasy. She's had more than her fair share of hard knocks, and probably spends more time than she ought moaning about it. And she's gotten no slack from you.

In general, you care deeply about Kael, but you're smart enough to let her stand on her own, without burdening her with your personal fantasies or propping her up with idealization and over-dramatization. Kael is a healthy character with a promising career ahead of her.
Score Breakdown:
I Love Her, I Let Her Go 9
You Mean Plaid Is Out? 7
I'm Destined For What? 3
Angst R Us 16
Momma HATES Her! 1
Total: 36

Jennet is only a little like you. She is not at all cool; in fact, she thinks cool is a temperature reading, and when she says "Oh, I just put on whatever old thing's lying around," she means "on the floor, where I threw it last night - but I turned the underwear inside out first." There's never been anything special about her that she could see; boy, is she in for a surprise. She's come in for her share of hurt, but gotten off with minor damage. And she's gotten no slack from you.

In general, you care deeply about Jennet, but you're smart enough to let her stand on her own, without burdening her with your personal fantasies or propping her up with idealization and over-dramatization. Jennet is a healthy character with a promising career ahead of her.
Score Breakdown:
I Love Her, I Let Her Go 7
She's The Anti-Cool 1
Plain Jane 1
Can't Complain 3
Momma HATES Her! 3
Total: 15

Monday, August 3, 2009

"You're the lesson I never learned/ You're my sunburn."

Wordcount: 1,165
Scenes: 3

The lameness continues. *sigh* Basically I killed everyone today. And it was boring. I hate it when that happens.


Sunday, August 2, 2009

Burnout! My old friend! It's been days, how are you? And your boyfriend Distraction, how is he? Been hanging around, if you know what I mean...

Wordcount: 1,829
Scenes: 3

I ALWAYS do this. I get to the big shiny scene I've been laying the groundwork for, and I don't want to write it.


*pokes story*

*story is shiny and awesome and tempting*

*I go off to make tea*

Sigh. Perhaps tomorrow will be better. I have lots of short stuff to write, and then lots of flashback and trauma I'm really insecure about, plot-wise. Sigh Times Two. Anyhow, here's some Excerpt!

Saturday, August 1, 2009

"Does justice ever find you/ do the wicked ever loose/ is there any song to sing/ beside these blues/ and nothing is okay/ till the world caves in.."

Wordcount: 2,624
Scenes: I didn't even finish one. ^_^

I blame this on the fact that Jennet gets wordy when she's traumatized, which since she's in a novel of mine, happens a lot. But then she's also talking to Jole, and Jole and Jennet are so easty to write together. *grins* Regrettably, I can only keep one eye open at a time any more. ANd my grammar and spelling are going a little more than usual squish. SO I have to give up and sleep. Boooooooo. Boooooo. *throws rotten vegetables*

In happy news, I only have to finish this scene and that's the end of a serial, and then I only have ONE more serial to write. Evah. (For this novel). I feel like I won't know what to do with my mind. THough I'm oreety pretty sure I'll find something to do. I'm an imaginative girl, after all.

ANd before I get too far ahead of myself, I still have a lot to write. A lot of TRAUMA. *happy smile*

Here is some excerpt, under a lock for paranoia purposes. I chose this bit cause it doesn't really give away the plot, and yeah. Shout at me if you want to read it and can't.
I really can only keep one eye open, it's interesting.

This feels curiously like Nano, aside from the heat!

I meant to write, and somehow I spent an hour cleaning out my email inbox. I'm, not sure how that happened. *is confused*

And then I stayed up for two hours writing something I already KNEW was gonna end up as a cut scene. It just does nothing for anyone. *sigh* Time management skills, I don't haz them.

Word count: 1,582 (only 832, really)
Scenes: 2 (only 1, really)


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