People are unexpectedly kind to me, and I still can't really figure out why. Still waiting for my twenty one to come true, even a year after the fact ( Read more... )

And so it begins. Wordcount: 1693 as of 1:45 AM last night. Aftiel is surprisingly frailer than I ever thought him to be; disaster and time have worn him thin. I also desperately want to write Zadkiel, but I must resist, because he is a side-character, even moreso than Gyr and Kel. I haven't written this much in one sitting in... Man, it must ( Read more... )

Sat down last night at midnight to start writing historical fiction with werewolves, tried, had a nervous breakdown, went to sleep. Woke up and started the sequel to Amberwing.

2068/50000.

It's the emptiness that gets to me, I think. The silence. As soon as my family returns from their lengthy expeditions, the world feels brighter, somehow. I hadn't laughed as much as I did last night in over a week. (I love you, father, but you don't grasp my need for absurdity and senseless silliness very well ( Read more... )

Sequel to Amberwing it is. I love it when music catches the edges of imagination just right and brings all excitement back. Diaré! The Amber God! Irrasai! Tam! Osprey! (I could go on, but it's senseless enough already.) Just a title is enough, title and the beginnings of a soundtrack and-- hum, hum. Maybe I'll even figure out a summary at ( Read more... )

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I am severely irritated by the fact that Livejournal sees fit to send me NaNo notifications. I'm not sure why. At this point, though, everything LJ sends me is kind of annoying, because it doesn't sound like a person anymore ( Read more... )

Yeah, so, I'm twenty. Still waiting for that beautiful moment when I suddenly realize that HEY! I'm not an angsty teenager anymore! But I suspect I'm going to keep feeling like an angsty teenager for the rest of my life, complete with overwhelming mood swings that take over half of every month. :D Great times ( Read more... )

Life and NaNo progress. The second week blues are hitting a bit early this year. I think I'll make some apple pie. Apple pie makes everything better.

Except maybe those four tests next week. Those cannot be made better by anything at all. Sob.

9408/50000.

Growing steadily fonder of NaNo with the addition of Bartimaeus-esque footnotes. Favorite line so far: "It was kind of like some sacrilegious combination of some big band conductor with a fireman conjuring up a waterspout to the tune of the 1812 Overture."
4289 baby. I'm nearly two days ahead. :)

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