Oh, a mind is a terrible thing to lose!
Bah, I don't want to be back here.
I came home from Iowa yesterday, and I'm already undergoing Kallie-withdrawl. After a week of hyperkinetic geeking and rambling and generally catching up with your best friend, it sucks to have to to get on a plane and fly back to your own town knowing it'll be another year before you get to see her again. It's like my entire personal calendar's been reset, and the countdown's just started over. *sigh* She gave me a small army of Jedi Apprentice books and made me promise to read those instead of being emo, so I think I'll get started on that later. I'm not sure how much that'll help, but Qui and Obi, even craptastically written, are a good thing. Kallie knows me too well. :P
However, the pair of us had crazygood times while we were there. We ran around in one of the state parks that was actually more like a glorified walking path through a prairie, watched Disney movies and Stargate episodes, played the coolest computer game ever (Uru, if you're wondering), each bought a pair of rediculously awesome boots, and consumed enough chai tea to drown an elephant, among other things.
Possibly the biggest and/or most important development of the trip had to do with novels. A while back, Kallie decided that she was gonna write a novel and attempt to do it in 30 days. (The two of us are still in school, so NaNoWriMo in November isn't a good option simply because we'll have so much time consumed by curricular things, but she figured that June would work.) And so she kept me updated with her progress through the month, and upon my arrival at her house last week, she presented me with a huge stack of paper that was her book.
She wrote a novel in roughly 30 days, and it was great. I mean, really, surprisingly great. It's unedited and typo-riddled and has a few rough bits here and there, but it's overall quite ingenius, and I'm insanely proud of her. There's just one problem, though. She challenged me to write one, too.
I don't know what came over me, but in a fit of caffeine-induced madness, I took her up on the bet. And apparently I now have under a week of planning before my 30 days begin, and I can't back out of it... Guys, I'm terrified. I'm a short-story writer, and I have no idea how I'm gonna pull this off. I mean, I have ideas and a nifty little handbook and vast reserves of coffee at my disposal, but there are 50,000 words involved, and waaaaaaaah...
Have any of you guys written or tried to write anything novel-length? If so, wanna offer some advice, wish me luck, or maybe try to talk me out of it and tell me I've officially lost my mind, or something? 'Cuz right now, I'm actually maybe quite probably going to do it.
Yeeeeeep.
I came home from Iowa yesterday, and I'm already undergoing Kallie-withdrawl. After a week of hyperkinetic geeking and rambling and generally catching up with your best friend, it sucks to have to to get on a plane and fly back to your own town knowing it'll be another year before you get to see her again. It's like my entire personal calendar's been reset, and the countdown's just started over. *sigh* She gave me a small army of Jedi Apprentice books and made me promise to read those instead of being emo, so I think I'll get started on that later. I'm not sure how much that'll help, but Qui and Obi, even craptastically written, are a good thing. Kallie knows me too well. :P
However, the pair of us had crazygood times while we were there. We ran around in one of the state parks that was actually more like a glorified walking path through a prairie, watched Disney movies and Stargate episodes, played the coolest computer game ever (Uru, if you're wondering), each bought a pair of rediculously awesome boots, and consumed enough chai tea to drown an elephant, among other things.
Possibly the biggest and/or most important development of the trip had to do with novels. A while back, Kallie decided that she was gonna write a novel and attempt to do it in 30 days. (The two of us are still in school, so NaNoWriMo in November isn't a good option simply because we'll have so much time consumed by curricular things, but she figured that June would work.) And so she kept me updated with her progress through the month, and upon my arrival at her house last week, she presented me with a huge stack of paper that was her book.
She wrote a novel in roughly 30 days, and it was great. I mean, really, surprisingly great. It's unedited and typo-riddled and has a few rough bits here and there, but it's overall quite ingenius, and I'm insanely proud of her. There's just one problem, though. She challenged me to write one, too.
I don't know what came over me, but in a fit of caffeine-induced madness, I took her up on the bet. And apparently I now have under a week of planning before my 30 days begin, and I can't back out of it... Guys, I'm terrified. I'm a short-story writer, and I have no idea how I'm gonna pull this off. I mean, I have ideas and a nifty little handbook and vast reserves of coffee at my disposal, but there are 50,000 words involved, and waaaaaaaah...
Have any of you guys written or tried to write anything novel-length? If so, wanna offer some advice, wish me luck, or maybe try to talk me out of it and tell me I've officially lost my mind, or something? 'Cuz right now, I'm actually maybe quite probably going to do it.
Yeeeeeep.