Writing And Other Things
It's NaNoWriMo again. I'm at 21,000 words already, about 4,000 words ahead of where I need to be, so I'm feeling pretty good about life. I decided this year just to get 50K words, regardless of what story I'm working on, so it won't be a completed story this year. I just finished a short story I was working on, and now I'm writing my story for the Christmas writing exchange I signed up for. I was worried about this story, because when I read the prompt from my giftee my mouth kind of dropped. I don't like writing to prompts, because it turns out I'm terrible at it. She wants a mutual pining romance, and I'm sitting here like, "But I'm terrible at writing that...?"
So fun times are abounding! Hope she doesn't hate what I'm going with. :[]
I've got to say, writing is not as hard as it used to be. My first NaNo, I thought I was going to die, trying to get 1,666 words a day. Now it ain't no thing. I've got 3 NaNos under my belt already, I wrote that 91,000 word story this summer, and I've written tens of thousands of words on other projects. Busting out 1,666 words a day? I got this.
Now I just need to learn how to write plot. :DDD But why? I like romances. I just want character A and character B to get together and kiss. If that's accomplished, I'm happy.
So in my last story, my main character had an affinity for Twinkie pie. I found a recipe for this dessert online, and now I want to make it. I've convinced Emily to help me (read: she'll probably do all the hard work while I wash dishes), but I have to wait for her to come back from Europe. Another friend of mine is eagerly awaiting my report. Of my two main characters, the woman loved it, while the man thought it was an affront to dessert everywhere. We all want to know if we're going to be like the man or the woman, and I honestly don't know. This pie is either going to be the most amazing thing I've ever tasted, or I'm going to want to bleach my tongue after ingesting a bite.
Either way, I'm ridiculously excited to try it and report back.
Writing: bringing us together in the weirdest ways possible. :D
In unrelated news, I had to return some pants to Penney's today, then promptly turned around and bought 2 dresses. One of them is a sweater dress that is too short to be a dress on me but too long to be a sweater, so I'm hoping I can talk someone into helping me hem it because I look kind of fabulous in it. (Also it sparkles. :D) If not, I'll just...I dunno. Pretend like it's not an awkward length? The other dress is a beautiful black and red number that almost hits the floor. It's pretty and I'm super excited to wear it. I definitely spent more than I meant to, but I really don't care.
I also chopped all my hair off again. I made the appointment, then the day before panicked and almost cancelled because my hair *finally* hit the length where no longer awkwardly flipped out and maybe I really did want to keep growing it? But then my hairdresser whacked my hair off and I couldn't stop grinning, so I made the right choice.
Also, short hair is hard to style and you need six hands to successfully use a roundbrush. But whatever. There are zero people I need to impress with my looks (THANK GOODNESS) so my poorly styled hair is going to be a staple. But hey, at least it's short!
This entry has been brought to you by the fact that it's 10:30 at night and I need to go to bed but probably won't because I make terrible life choices. The end.
So fun times are abounding! Hope she doesn't hate what I'm going with. :[]
I've got to say, writing is not as hard as it used to be. My first NaNo, I thought I was going to die, trying to get 1,666 words a day. Now it ain't no thing. I've got 3 NaNos under my belt already, I wrote that 91,000 word story this summer, and I've written tens of thousands of words on other projects. Busting out 1,666 words a day? I got this.
Now I just need to learn how to write plot. :DDD But why? I like romances. I just want character A and character B to get together and kiss. If that's accomplished, I'm happy.
So in my last story, my main character had an affinity for Twinkie pie. I found a recipe for this dessert online, and now I want to make it. I've convinced Emily to help me (read: she'll probably do all the hard work while I wash dishes), but I have to wait for her to come back from Europe. Another friend of mine is eagerly awaiting my report. Of my two main characters, the woman loved it, while the man thought it was an affront to dessert everywhere. We all want to know if we're going to be like the man or the woman, and I honestly don't know. This pie is either going to be the most amazing thing I've ever tasted, or I'm going to want to bleach my tongue after ingesting a bite.
Either way, I'm ridiculously excited to try it and report back.
Writing: bringing us together in the weirdest ways possible. :D
In unrelated news, I had to return some pants to Penney's today, then promptly turned around and bought 2 dresses. One of them is a sweater dress that is too short to be a dress on me but too long to be a sweater, so I'm hoping I can talk someone into helping me hem it because I look kind of fabulous in it. (Also it sparkles. :D) If not, I'll just...I dunno. Pretend like it's not an awkward length? The other dress is a beautiful black and red number that almost hits the floor. It's pretty and I'm super excited to wear it. I definitely spent more than I meant to, but I really don't care.
I also chopped all my hair off again. I made the appointment, then the day before panicked and almost cancelled because my hair *finally* hit the length where no longer awkwardly flipped out and maybe I really did want to keep growing it? But then my hairdresser whacked my hair off and I couldn't stop grinning, so I made the right choice.
Also, short hair is hard to style and you need six hands to successfully use a roundbrush. But whatever. There are zero people I need to impress with my looks (THANK GOODNESS) so my poorly styled hair is going to be a staple. But hey, at least it's short!
This entry has been brought to you by the fact that it's 10:30 at night and I need to go to bed but probably won't because I make terrible life choices. The end.