12,761 words.
Eh, if I make it, I do. And if I don’t then it’s because I didn’t write enough. The end.
November 2011
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post nine hundred
Because I have nothing else significant to say at the moment.
It’s not luck; it’s determination.
…I will win this if I can. And then my characters will die.
Will no one wish me luck in my writing endeavor?
I decided to write while sitting on the edge of my bathtub. I am ankle deep in hot water and very relaxed at the moment. I don’t know if I’ll go to sleep tonight though. It depends on how words I type before two o’clock in the morning.
16,892 words left. 5 days until that's deadline is done. And just two weeks until finals.
Totally doable. Yep, my characters will try to do something and maybe even accomplish it during that time. But they both die at the 50k mark.
Right, I totally wrote like a maniac and will clearly finish in time. No, not really. I have a good…15k? At least. Goodbye sleep. 15,749 words and 2 days left.
A healthy way to ingest Nutella:
apple slices with a thin layer of Nutella on the peel.
I was about to put my room key in the USB port of a computer.
Do you hear that? It’s the sound of my brain slowing frying. Oddly enough, it sounds just like a bug zapper. *sizzle*
If your tumblr is not your favorite tumblr you’re doing something wrong.
16,892 words left. 5 days until that's deadline is done. And just two weeks until finals.
Totally doable. Yep, my characters will try to do something and maybe even accomplish it during that time. But they both die at the 50k mark.
Hatefuck
The Bravery
The Bravery - Hatefuck.
Why I don't have a diary. I write perfectly vague cathartic things that could never be used to blackmail me. A one word way to say it? Boring.
“I thought that I might do this again, though not nearly so frantically. Perhaps not as frankly either. I’m just fluffing up my word count. And why? Obviously to feel accomplished. I don’t feel like it’s cheating. I am writing after all. And I never did set out with a specific plot. I can’t keep this is a note to the reader, because that would be stupid. And clearly, if I’m not distressed I just jump around everything without coming to a single clear conclusion. (Actually, I do that anyway, deliberately going out of my way to not name names.)
Maybe I’ll get better at that. Next year it would be interesting just to have a character do this, talking about their life in a manner that’s so emotional. Though this hardly seems to be anything other than contained; my mind is working slowly today. Probably the lack of quick thought is in response to yesterday. The story would be under a veil of complete bias, but thinking of the possibilities is intriguing. And it seems that today I cannot spell the same words from yesterday. Muscles memory is misplaced and all that.
I should write later, and then I can sleep after. Right now, all I’d end up mentioning would be useless boring things, even to me. I still want to pack up, so I should really get on my excuse for a story. [November 26, 2011]”
I appear to be pregnant.
trollolol By ‘appear’ I mean I look like I’m pregnant. But I’m not. I gained weight solely in my torso, around the stomach and boobs. This is both amusing and horrifying. I shall lose the weight (as soon as I go back to the dorms I’m hiding my Nutella somewhere).
