I started writing a new novel tonight. I don’t know why exactly, but I just had this urge to write. I don’t really have a plot in mind, I’m just making things up as I go. I think it might be fanfiction, perhaps something in the vein of HIM fanfiction, although I’m not positive. I’ve only ever tried to write fanfiction once so I think I’d like to ( Read more... )

Ah, October. The month of frantic plotting and moments of complete despair, “I hate my plot! How am I going to write 50,000 words about this piece of shite?”

I updated my profile on NaNoWrimo and have decided upon Bittersweet; a lovesong as my title. It is fitting, I think, considering everything about my novel ( Read more... )

I can feel the seasons changing. It is a transformation I thrive for. I love the gentle caress of the autumn winds, the crisp air and the scent of decay. Days pass until my body seems to throb with anticipation for the white of winter; the howling winds and the fresh snow crunching underneath my combat boots that is notorious of Canada ( Read more... )

Greetings! I am alive and well at Kaileen’s house. Well, if you consider sun burnt, dirty and locked in a permanent hunch well. I finally got a chance to get on the internet this morning as Kaileen is at work and Travis is sleeping in the next room. I had to wade through 600(!) entries to finally catch up with all of my friends and communities, but ( Read more... )

I wrote a total of 3,744 words today, which brings me to a total of 8,267 words altogether for four days. Actually just wrote 950 words in about fifteen minutes or less. Holy Davey. My fingers hurt from flying so fast across the keyboard ( Read more... )

Went to Holy Names earlier tonight, where I went to see Kaitlin perform with her dance class in the art expo.

The lady selling tickets asked me, “Are you from this school?”

“No.”

“Are you in grade school then?”

“Er…”

Offended!

Do I look like I’m in grade school? Just because I’m short…I swear to Davey! Bah! I abhor people ( Read more... )

1. Went bra shopping yesterday, which is always an entertaining experience including many sarcastic remarks and “eww!”s when one touches a nasty gel bra. Bras confuzzles me greatly, though, as much fun shopping for them is ( Read more... )

So. My “letter” about Lionel Davis is in the Windsor Star. I feel no pride, I feel betrayed. I am still irritated with my Mother. I wish to rip up the article. I didn’t even want my family to read the thing and now everyone in Windsor has read it. I feel like crying.

excuse me.

We went to Grandma’s yesterday, to go through all of Grandpa’s clothing. It truly hurt and angered me that other than my family, none of the Father’s siblings really wanted any of his things. Perhaps they believe that wearing his things would only remind them of their pain, but wearing them makes me feel closer to him ( Read more... )

Bah. I detest April Fool’s Day. I totally forgot about it. So there I am, reading my friend’s list, and a Nightwish community is like, “New Nightwish!” and I’m like “Woah!” and then I read the comments, and I’m like “Oh.” I hate you to ( Read more... )