Been Too Long
Well, I haven't posted here in about a million years. Gee, a lot has happened to me since...I can't even remember the last time I posted. I could just check my livejournal but I'm too lazy to do it. I haven't even been keeping up with livejournal lately. The whole twilightsucks thing got kind of old (although I must admit, I do go on twilightsucks.com occasionally when I'm bored. The writing environment there is just so delicious, it's hard to stay away sometimes). Now I might keep up with it more, if merely to check updates on Libba Bray's livejournal (the woman can always cheer me up) and Paramore's livejournal. Yes, as of January, I am a Paramore fan. They helped a lot with my novel--love their music to bits.
Speaking of which, I've got some special news. I finished my novel!!! Over 150,000 words, 554 pages double spaced (not double-sided), twenty-five chapters, and it only took a year and a half. I'm so happy, proud, relieved, and depressed that I've finished. It was so emotional at completion. My hands were shaking as I wrote the final sentence. Then it cost a ton to make the copies of the first draft, which I felt a little guilty about. My mom, sister, and grandmother have all finished, and I'm so flattered. They loved it. I actually made my mom cry. She hugged me for a while after she was done, and it was a little overwhelming. Of course, I'm ecstatic that it had such an effect on people, but I wonder if it's just because she's my mom. She thinks it can be published, and oh, I sure hope so. That would just be amazing--unimaginable.
I've been off writing for three weeks and it royally sucks. The first week I was a mess, like some crack addict deprived of the substance, rocking in a corner and muttering to herself, hair a bushy mess and circles beneath the eyes. Okay, not quite that drastic. In fact, since this horrendous break from writing, I've gotten more sleep, which can be easily explained. No more staying up until two in the morning writing my heart out. Writing that sentence depresses me. Thank God there are three sequels. If I had to give up these characters now, I think I might have exploded. Thank Lordy, they're still with me and thriving in my mind as they always are. They're up there, muttering random things in my ear. I would go into specifics, but hey, I can't put their names out there on the internet where random people can see it. Soon enough, my book will hopefully be published, although right now the prospect seems about as likely as my computer coming to life and walking away from me. It's almost scary. Probably how the Wright Brothers felt as they took the plunge with the first airplane. Hopefully I'll be as successful.
Writing on livejournal isn't nearly the same as working on my novel, but it helps to play with words again. It's not the same since what I'm mostly doing is writing whatever flows through my mind--a direct transcript from my brain--and writing my novel takes a lot of thought before I begin each sentence, each word. Actually, I'm in the process of editing and revising, and while it's not nearly as much fun or incredible as writing, it's all right. Shoot, I forgot to revise chapter six tonight. Oh well, that's what tomorrow is for. I need to pump out a second draft, maybe a third, and then I can work on getting it published. Oh, the horror! But the good news is, once that's done, I get to start book two! Yes, I am a writing machine.
Dang, I just dropped my momentary laziness and checked my livejournal. I haven't written in here since New Year's. Well, I'm proud to say I fulfilled my New Year's Resolution. The first draft is complete, and sophomore year still hasn't ended yet.
Speaking of hell sophomore year, I am failing the first class I have ever failed in my life. Yes, Algebra II is the bane of my existance. However, due to my shame over failing the wretched thing, I won't go into it any more than I already have. It's one of the reasons I'm stressing over college. Why must our entire futures/lives be focused on stupid college? I love the idea of college, it sounds like fun, and the amount of learning seems exciting, but the pressure of getting into a good one takes a lot of the fun out of it.
Oh, I took my AP Euro test in May. Quite torturous indeed. I adore my class, though. There's only ten of us and our teacher is the epitome of awesome. I got more out of that class than I could ever have imagined. The Reformation made me think about what my own religion is, I got very interested in Napoleon for some inexplicable reason, and it was just a wonderful experience, despite the heavy workload. In fact, that may have been part of the reason the class is so memorable.
Speaking of intruiging historical figures, I saw Milk. My favorite movie of 2008, and I now adore Harvey Milk. I was even reading his wikipedia page the other day. I'm fascinated by him, and the movie made me cry. I couldn't speak for an hour after seeing it for the first time. It was just so shocking, so touching, so awful, and so moving. Not to mention Sean Penn's performance--unbelievable. Of course, my respect for someone automatically goes up when I meet someone who is openly gay. It shows that they've got the courage to be who they are, and I love that.
I've also been reading. The last book I read was Atonement, which has to be among my favorite books. The writing made me love and hate Ian McEwan at the same time. Such a lovely, wonderful book, with such an incredible writing style--he is a master of the English language. I looked at my own writing and felt it paled in comparison. But, obviously, I didn't let it discourage me. I tried to take it as a challenge, and kept in mind that maybe I could become that great someday, if I worked at it. Right now I'm reading Hotel on the Corner of Bitter and Sweet, written by a first-time novelist. Actually, that's the reason I picked it up, since I tend to be sympathetic towards first-time novelists for obvious reasons. It's sweet so far, yet sad--true to its name. Henry and Keiko, the main protaganists, are so lovable. It's safe to say that Henry is my favorite character. I'm not going to give a whole synopsis, since it's pretty late and I've got school tomorrow, but feel free to look it up on Google. I haven't finished it yet, but I definitely recommend it.
Okay, sayonara!
P.S. Forgot to mention that I love That 70's Show now. How amazing is it? If you've seen it, you know what I'm talking about.
Speaking of which, I've got some special news. I finished my novel!!! Over 150,000 words, 554 pages double spaced (not double-sided), twenty-five chapters, and it only took a year and a half. I'm so happy, proud, relieved, and depressed that I've finished. It was so emotional at completion. My hands were shaking as I wrote the final sentence. Then it cost a ton to make the copies of the first draft, which I felt a little guilty about. My mom, sister, and grandmother have all finished, and I'm so flattered. They loved it. I actually made my mom cry. She hugged me for a while after she was done, and it was a little overwhelming. Of course, I'm ecstatic that it had such an effect on people, but I wonder if it's just because she's my mom. She thinks it can be published, and oh, I sure hope so. That would just be amazing--unimaginable.
I've been off writing for three weeks and it royally sucks. The first week I was a mess, like some crack addict deprived of the substance, rocking in a corner and muttering to herself, hair a bushy mess and circles beneath the eyes. Okay, not quite that drastic. In fact, since this horrendous break from writing, I've gotten more sleep, which can be easily explained. No more staying up until two in the morning writing my heart out. Writing that sentence depresses me. Thank God there are three sequels. If I had to give up these characters now, I think I might have exploded. Thank Lordy, they're still with me and thriving in my mind as they always are. They're up there, muttering random things in my ear. I would go into specifics, but hey, I can't put their names out there on the internet where random people can see it. Soon enough, my book will hopefully be published, although right now the prospect seems about as likely as my computer coming to life and walking away from me. It's almost scary. Probably how the Wright Brothers felt as they took the plunge with the first airplane. Hopefully I'll be as successful.
Writing on livejournal isn't nearly the same as working on my novel, but it helps to play with words again. It's not the same since what I'm mostly doing is writing whatever flows through my mind--a direct transcript from my brain--and writing my novel takes a lot of thought before I begin each sentence, each word. Actually, I'm in the process of editing and revising, and while it's not nearly as much fun or incredible as writing, it's all right. Shoot, I forgot to revise chapter six tonight. Oh well, that's what tomorrow is for. I need to pump out a second draft, maybe a third, and then I can work on getting it published. Oh, the horror! But the good news is, once that's done, I get to start book two! Yes, I am a writing machine.
Dang, I just dropped my momentary laziness and checked my livejournal. I haven't written in here since New Year's. Well, I'm proud to say I fulfilled my New Year's Resolution. The first draft is complete, and sophomore year still hasn't ended yet.
Speaking of hell sophomore year, I am failing the first class I have ever failed in my life. Yes, Algebra II is the bane of my existance. However, due to my shame over failing the wretched thing, I won't go into it any more than I already have. It's one of the reasons I'm stressing over college. Why must our entire futures/lives be focused on stupid college? I love the idea of college, it sounds like fun, and the amount of learning seems exciting, but the pressure of getting into a good one takes a lot of the fun out of it.
Oh, I took my AP Euro test in May. Quite torturous indeed. I adore my class, though. There's only ten of us and our teacher is the epitome of awesome. I got more out of that class than I could ever have imagined. The Reformation made me think about what my own religion is, I got very interested in Napoleon for some inexplicable reason, and it was just a wonderful experience, despite the heavy workload. In fact, that may have been part of the reason the class is so memorable.
Speaking of intruiging historical figures, I saw Milk. My favorite movie of 2008, and I now adore Harvey Milk. I was even reading his wikipedia page the other day. I'm fascinated by him, and the movie made me cry. I couldn't speak for an hour after seeing it for the first time. It was just so shocking, so touching, so awful, and so moving. Not to mention Sean Penn's performance--unbelievable. Of course, my respect for someone automatically goes up when I meet someone who is openly gay. It shows that they've got the courage to be who they are, and I love that.
I've also been reading. The last book I read was Atonement, which has to be among my favorite books. The writing made me love and hate Ian McEwan at the same time. Such a lovely, wonderful book, with such an incredible writing style--he is a master of the English language. I looked at my own writing and felt it paled in comparison. But, obviously, I didn't let it discourage me. I tried to take it as a challenge, and kept in mind that maybe I could become that great someday, if I worked at it. Right now I'm reading Hotel on the Corner of Bitter and Sweet, written by a first-time novelist. Actually, that's the reason I picked it up, since I tend to be sympathetic towards first-time novelists for obvious reasons. It's sweet so far, yet sad--true to its name. Henry and Keiko, the main protaganists, are so lovable. It's safe to say that Henry is my favorite character. I'm not going to give a whole synopsis, since it's pretty late and I've got school tomorrow, but feel free to look it up on Google. I haven't finished it yet, but I definitely recommend it.
Okay, sayonara!
P.S. Forgot to mention that I love That 70's Show now. How amazing is it? If you've seen it, you know what I'm talking about.