Nov. 29th, 2011 03:06 pm
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I am officially FINISHED with NaNoWriMo this year.

I've clocked in at 50,076 words. Sure, it's a little less than last year. Sure, I've finished with fewer days to spare. Sure, my "novel" is more like words regurgitated on a page.

But it's FINISHED.

I'm taking a break from any major writing projects this December and then starting on something new in January. My brain needs time to recover.
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I’ve been off of LJ all weekend since I’ve been hanging at Biff’s house. His parents went to go visit him upstate and I’m they’re go-to girl for house/dog-sitting since I more or less live there anyway. I spent the weekend watching the Food Network and theoretically writing since I’m under the delusion that I can multitask.

I’m where I’m supposed to be at the moment with my word count BUT my Thanksgiving week looks something like this:

Monday: Bake red velvet cupcakes for mom to take to work on Tuesday. Bake hazelnut cupcakes for Biff. Spend all night with Biff when he comes home.

Tuesday: Chilling with Biff. Go wherever. Drag him [food] shopping.

Wednesday: Bake sweet potato pie. Do whatever after that. I’ll probably get the most writing done on this day assuming I stay home.

Thursday: Thanksgiving. Go out to eat with family. Go over to Biff’s house to eat with him and his family. Probably end up hanging out there all night.

Friday: Black Friday shopping; tempt death. Take out Christmas tree and start decorating (!!) Make peppermint cupcakes for mom.

I know there’s a way to fit writing into this week.

It can be done.

Also, I’m very impressed with myself for keeping up with my word count considering this is the WORST NOVEL I HAVE EVER WRITTEN, BAR NONE.

I’m gonna finish it though. Somehow.
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As of this entry, I'm at 3364 words.

Also, I'm numb from the neck upward. And sneezy. And let's not talk about how disgusting and raw my nose is right now. I've been sick since yesterday which pretty much RUINED my plans to get ahead of the NaNoWriMo game. I'm feeling a little bit better today. I slept for thirteen hours which took away some writing time but I'm keeping up with where I'm supposed to be, at least. Hopefully by the end of this week I'll feel better and I'll have my car back so that I can go to the library and write for a good three or four hours without distraction.

I also meant to write about my Halloween weekend and post some pictures. Perhaps I'll get around to doing that but you know how I am with commitment.

How's November treating you so far? NaNo kicking your ass already? Loaded up on half-off Halloween candy? ANYONE EXCITED FOR CHRISTMAS YET?

(Because I am.)


Oct. 31st, 2011 07:47 pm
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Now that NaNoWriMo starts in roughly an hour, who wants to be writing buddies?
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NaNo starts in thirteen days! So here I am posting the summary of the novel I've been OBSESSIVELY PLANNING. And this summary was a pain to write let me tell you.

Devil's Food
Young Adult

Cindy Chase has two options post-graduation: go to college or take a year off and get a job. Her one hope for employment is The Cupcake Gallery, a small bakery owned and single-handedly run by twenty-one year old Lacey Finch. Cindy lands the job but only barely, and once on board she comes to realize that baking and decorating a few hundred cupcakes everyday isn’t as easy as she anticipated—not to mention the arduous task of dressing up for the theme days Lacey is always brainstorming.

But learning how to properly frost violets is the least of Cindy’s worries.

In the fairytale-obsessed town of Little Cinder, superstition is something taught from birth. Carrying warding charms, hanging horseshoes above doors, trying to pass legislation that will ban the killing of spiders—these are ways of life for the townsfolk. So why aren’t Cindy’s charms working? Why does she still feel something watches her at night even after she purifies her home?

It isn’t long before the watching evolves into something more malevolent and being with Lacey is the only thing that makes her feel safe. But there’s only so much the comfort of one lovely girl can do against the threat of the monster Little Cinder most dreads...


Just the way I like it.
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Since the wipe of the entire NaNoWriMo website is coming in roughly ten days, I thought I'd post my 2010 novel info here. You know, for posterity and such.

Red Words

At eleven years old Ashton Casey learned that he’s not like most other people. Most people don’t see letters in color. They don’t identify voices by their hues and they don’t associate the shrill sound of their mother’s car alarm with even shriller yellow. At seventeen he has a name for it--synesthesia.

His previous life--a small home on the lower class edge of the suburbs, a little sister getting ready for her first year of high school, and a single mother struggling from paycheck to paycheck--is uprooted in only a few months’ time. His senior year finds him cushioned in the unfamiliar luxury of The Queen’s Theatre, the apartment suites located on the upscale side of town, paid for in full by his mother who just earned her fortune launching a chain of highly successful coffee shops. Charlotte, his little sister, died in a bus accident at the beginning of summer and Ash is thrust into grief counseling. Through all this, Ash clutches tightly to his best friend Ethan and the colors that stay mercifully familiar even in this new life.

But his precarious new reality takes a shift with a single envelope found in his pile of mail one morning--an envelope meant for the room above his. He delivers the letter to the enigmatic inhabitant of room C-14, a gentleman of unknown origin and fortune. Days after their encounter, Ash can’t get him off his mind. He’s stuck on this man who speaks in gorgeous red, who’s seen more of the world than Ash knew existed, whose refined taste masks dark ideals, and who will ultimately unravel Ash’s life strand by fragile strand.

Last year was my second year doing NaNo and my first time winning. I reread this beast earlier this year and it was a lot better than I remembered. It still sucked all over the place but after a few rounds of editing, it's actually not half terribad. It's still never going into the world though. It's staying right in my binder for my own amusement.
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So I'm reading Blue Moon, the eighth book in the Anita Blake series.

Cut for matters concerning rape. You don't have to be familiar with Anita Blake to understand my outrage. )

ON A HAPPIER NOTE. I already have a nice spark of an idea for NaNoWriMo. Yes, I'm excited already. I reread my story from last year and, honestly, it's not as bad as I expected. Of course, it's still pretty cringe-worthy but there were parts I genuinely enjoyed. Specifically, the dialogue. I always hate my dialogue when I write it but end up liking it once I reread it a few months later.

If I choose to stick with the idea I have now then come November I'll be writing a fun, creepy story involving lesbians, cupcakes, and the supernatural. A winning combination if I've ever heard one. ♥
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