NaNo day 2
Hey guys, it's NaNo day two, and I am majorly stressed. So, those of you who don't care, I put this rant behind a cut just especially for you.
Okay, so day one went pretty well. I made my word count, did some school work (which I couldn't get out of... sometimes Mothers just really don't get it) and even got a few hours of sleep. But then last night I sat down to write, and suddenly I can't think. So I sit there not writing for ages, and my new kitten starts trying to kill my hands and dancing on the keyboard, alternately. First I got mad at him even though I knew it wasn't his fault, and so I got upset, and went outside to cry without him being all over me. And the first thing I hear when I go outside? Dogs barking and one little dog squealing. Now, just two weeks ago my cat Twilight was killed by a roving pack of dogs in the middle of the night so this is kind of a soft spot for me, and I just start crying harder because I couldn't figure out what to do. So I go wake up my mother at five in the morning because I know she's been keeping a shotgun in the closet since Twilight died. By the time she gets up the dogs have gotten too far away to do anything about, and she goes back to bed. So now I'm stuck inside with the kitten because I can still hear the dogs when I go outside, and I end up in my room crying and yelling at the poor kitten because he's not Twilight.
Long story short, I'm running on about three hours of sleep over the past two nights, very little food other than candy to keep me awake and working, and since Thursday is my uber-busy day I haven't gotten a chance to do ANY schoolwork or writing until ten minutes ago, and this is at my Dad's studio so I'll have to type it up when I get home. On my hugely defective Word program that dies every two paragraphs.
But the good news is I feel better now that I've ranted it all, so here's hoping.
48,000 words to go. Yuuuuuu7.
Okay, so day one went pretty well. I made my word count, did some school work (which I couldn't get out of... sometimes Mothers just really don't get it) and even got a few hours of sleep. But then last night I sat down to write, and suddenly I can't think. So I sit there not writing for ages, and my new kitten starts trying to kill my hands and dancing on the keyboard, alternately. First I got mad at him even though I knew it wasn't his fault, and so I got upset, and went outside to cry without him being all over me. And the first thing I hear when I go outside? Dogs barking and one little dog squealing. Now, just two weeks ago my cat Twilight was killed by a roving pack of dogs in the middle of the night so this is kind of a soft spot for me, and I just start crying harder because I couldn't figure out what to do. So I go wake up my mother at five in the morning because I know she's been keeping a shotgun in the closet since Twilight died. By the time she gets up the dogs have gotten too far away to do anything about, and she goes back to bed. So now I'm stuck inside with the kitten because I can still hear the dogs when I go outside, and I end up in my room crying and yelling at the poor kitten because he's not Twilight.
Long story short, I'm running on about three hours of sleep over the past two nights, very little food other than candy to keep me awake and working, and since Thursday is my uber-busy day I haven't gotten a chance to do ANY schoolwork or writing until ten minutes ago, and this is at my Dad's studio so I'll have to type it up when I get home. On my hugely defective Word program that dies every two paragraphs.
But the good news is I feel better now that I've ranted it all, so here's hoping.
48,000 words to go. Yuuuuuu7.