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I'M DONE!

tee words cannot express how happy I actually am. I've completed my novel!/novel for NaNo.

It is 53,717 words. :tee:

I only wish I had an icon that can express how excited/happy/accomplished I am.

Wesley reaches across the table and touches her free hand. “Tell me what you’ve been working on.”

She sips her tea. A smile is small on her lips. “All right,” she says. “It’s about girl who meets a boy that she loves in the rain.”

quick announcement:

43,023 words!

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:D

All right here's my latest update for NaNo, I'm quite proud of it actually.

excerpt:

Clarissa Lucas sits at her desk, old and heavy, made from a very rare kind of wood. A pen in hand and paper laid out in front of her she thinks on the next chapter of her novel. She is unsure of where the story is to go next. Does her heroin buy flowers? Or does she decide to go and get the milk and bread for the children? Clarissa has no idea. She throws her pen down in discontent. It hits the desk then rolls to the floor. It is 1958.

Terrible times are upon her, she feels it in her bones and in the air. It is as if the electricity is shocking her as she moves; she is shocked and burned. The blood and nerves under her skin festers. The present feeling reminds her of the first breakdown she had, fifteen years ago.

She fumbles with an open back of cigarettes, finding half a one. She pulls it out and lights it, blowing the smoke up into the air.

word count: 27,044 / 50,000

Well I'm participating in NaNoWriMo this year and have decided to do some semi-updates every now and then.


Synopsis: Leaving Trains

A story of three different women that overlaping during the course of thirty years; The final days of famed writer Clarissa Lucas, her daughter Adeline who struggles daily with her own writing, and a lonely girl named Violet who has been committed to a mental facility in the 1950s.

Excerpt:

Do I look any older? She wonders as she gazes into the mirror of the vanity. Made of thick wood, an old antique of her mother’s, the great Clarissa Lucas, and Adeline pictures Clarissa looking into the exact same mirror at the exact same moment each day with the exact same question: do I look any older? The answer is, as always, yes. One is always older than the day before, but it’s the little things that one picks up over time that makes one come to the conclusion: Yes, I do indeed look older.

Today's count: 20,103 / 50,000

Well I had to resign at my job, because well, they made me. They felt that I wasn't doing my job right, which is a lie. So fuck life hard core. And fuck them as well.

The kids at my work sometimes make it really really hard for me to enjoy it at all. The money is good, the benefits are great, but I don't have any work friends (everyone is nice, but still) and I don't have time to write.

being sick sucks.

yay we have internet back in my apartment, and TV!

Today at work my kid was out so I made photocopies all day and read a book, it was awesome.

Think I've actually got a shot at NaNoWriMo this year. They say you can work on a story that has an outline as long as nothing's been written yet, so I may try this one idea I've got.

DAWN --- I hope you got my comment about the wedding invite.

and I wanted to try my new icon. I heart you Dr. Sheldon Cooper. :D

Well I haven 't been on here in a while; first of all since James and I moved, we didn't have internet and around that time my job ended at CHEC so I didn't have access, but that's neither here nor there. Shortly before my said job at CHEC ended I recieved an offer to be a sign language assistant at Orange Elementary School in Orange County. So yay new job right?! lol. It's salary with beniefits and it's more money than I've ever made before.

It's been a little hectic, a little tough, but I'll stick it out the best I can.

Still trying to write, but I don't find much time anymore.

Right now I'm on the lap top at my parents with the wireless, it's pretty nifty.

I miss James and Nemo.

new short story, fiddling around the format and stuff, would love some feedback on this.

( will you miss me? )

Well the Philadelphia Eagles are now the worst team in the NFL. I may hate them more than the Cowboys.

Seriously why would you want to be associated with Michael Vick? The message that the Eagles have sent out is: we're okay with dog killers.

There once was a girl with long white hair who lived by the ocean. She carried all the world's sadness in her heart. She wore bracelets made of cowrie shells. After many years of holding all the sadness there ever was, her little body couldn't take it anymore and she died on the shore.

Her chest broke apart, like the opening to her precious shells, and the world had tears for the first time.

The more I try writing, the more I feel that my quality is getting worse and yet I know that if I just stop, I'll never get back to the current story I'm working on.

le sigh. as is the life of a writer

Attention friends: (ALL OF YOU)

I'm working on a little film project and was wondering if you all would like to help me. I need a picture of you holding a sign or pointing to a sign (or be creative here) saying "I lost the game" or a video clip of you saying it. Say it in a different language, say it with a funny accent. (to read more about the game click here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Game_%28mind_game%29)

Plz comment here if you want to help. There may be some candy involved for those who want to participate...

making trailers for my story idea with clips of characters from heroes, buffy, firefly and xmen. What a funfilled afternoon

Well I'm here at work gathering information for the monthly display. This month is nutrition and next month will be on Mental Illness. I keep getting info on Bipolar Disorder and Suicide prevention.

Makes me think of Ben. It'll be three years on the 20th. Still miss him.

Today a patron came into the library opening to find information on lupus.

I struggled hard to keep a straight face.

Thank you producers of "House"

I demand that everyone check this video out:




And yes, that's really JJ Abrams.

For some reason, television producers don't seem to think that people who wear glasses can be totally bad ass.

Generally speaking on action/drama shows when a character wears glasses, they tend to be brainy and meek, kind of out of the lime light. But as soon as they seem to do something really bad ass (whether it is good or evil as you shall see) their vision problem is some how magically corrected and the glasses disappear.

I've picked three examples to present as evidence. If you have more glasses-wearing characters who are bad ass then please comment and I'll add them to the list.

Follow cut plz to see my wonderful photo essay. (not really an essay, it's quite short actually).

( I can't see bitches! )
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Why am I doing this instead of real work? I dunno. I'm lame, maybe that's why my vision problems haven't been fixed yet. :shrug:

Oh how I wish I could write term papers as filling and well-researched as this.

opening scene to a newish story. Only a few paragraphs.

but this

( and he said, Hagar, whence camest thou? And whither wilt thou go? And she said, I flee, from the face of my mistress. )