My shining dishonesty will be the salvation of me.

Dearly Beloved, I am beat out.

I wrote 1687 words today, of which all are trash and more are insane. I have completely lost my grip on grammar, and music only goes so far to keep my brain inside my veins.

I should not have tried to read Wintergirls. That was a mistake, and my internal organs have not commenced feeling calm again. In other news, I have to wear long sleeves to work because I keep doodling ink on my arms, and that is not “professional.” (Seemingly there are such things as “appearances” to keep up. Who knew?)

But in writing news, I fear greatly my end-of-march deadline. Today- people lied and Nanami saw. (Or did she?) All that research about prisons, and it came to naught.

World-building revelation of the hour- phones are electric. DARN IT. So is the internal combustion engine, and radios. So I’m thinking of a nice way to use some electrics but not alls? Or perhaps I’ll just leave that for times when I am less insane. Ah-hah.

Upcoming events- Ewan defines his insults, Adam is rejected and therefore despairs, Laura is calm and probably cuddling ensues, and Ethan goes dancing. Or maybe I’ll just nuke the world. NO WEDDINGS FOR YOUSE. ALL DEATH.

Oh Midas-in-a-bottle-for-drinkable-end, I need to sleep. If anyone can make sense of what I wrote today- they should probably be committed.

I really need to rename Ethan. Does anyone have any ideas?

"Who is the love and who is the knife."

Word count: 1,593

Overall: I’m kinda stuck between hating PASSIONATELY what I’m writing now, and being struck by the glory of how much better it’ll be when I rewrite. And granted, that will probably be my attitude when I’m re-writing. (oh, this will be so much better next time!) but it helps to make me feel pleasantly schizophrenic.

Today: Ethan still has a lock on being cute, Mister Theyneker is uncaring about you or your pain, and Islay is cuter. Also, Laura is a woman of steel.

Upcoming: Ewan throws up (yay!) Adam questions his faith cause girls don’t like him, and Ethan finds that he doesn’t like newspapers.

NaNoWrapO

I need to stay away from “clever” titles. This is clear. But I’m going to let that one stay, for teh lolz. *cough* It’s time for the tradition, the wonder, that is Nano Wrap-up! WHOOOOO

(I just washed two hours of dishes and now have tea, can you tell?)
I’ll start with a shout-out to my characters. *beams*

  • Adam – It just gets worse. I’m sorry. But you’re so FUN to break. *cough* I’m sorry about the girls. And the torture. But really, it wasn’t THAT bad…
  • Nanami – You’ll feel better later. I’m sorry. I really am sorry, but sometimes the only way is to break and re-form. You had shiny travels?
  • Laura – I didn’t want to like you, but I do… You haz mad skillz, woman. I don’t want to know what they are, but still. Props to you.
  • Ewan – Heh. Heh. Don’t look at me like that! You KNOW you asked for it. You just attract violence! I uh, don’t know what’s going to happen to you. I think fights are gonna be involved. Aren’t you HAPPY? Don’t use language like that around me, young man. You love it, I know.
  • Ethan – You’re a jerk. Too bad I keep liking you! Stupid dis-loyal jerkface pretty boy. *growls* I’m gonna make you PAY.
  • Mr. Theyneker – Stay away. Seriously. You scare me. Seriously. AWAY. I mean it. *hides behind anything large and locked*
  • Amelie – *salutes* You were random and I like you. I like your back story. I like your distain. I like that I’m never going to see you again, Lord Willing.
  • Dijimon – Jerk. Go away.
  • Claude – You’re a random pretty boy who keeps morphing roles and I named you to annoy a fictional characters, what can I say? I’m going to make you fail, soon. Enjoy your life.
  • Katie – Hi, you’re pretty. Let’s break Adam together.
  • The Duke – I will find a way to involve you later, Fop. I WILL.
  • Islay – You’re sweet, and awesome! I’m sorry I’m using you. Er, have a new pair of shoes?
  • Sidney – You are still my favourite bit characters. I’m gonna bring you back. ANd then the Bad Girls can fight to see who you are married too, cause you’re awesome. *hugs* I’m sorry about the whole prison thing.
  • Mrs. Swallow – I’m sorry about your son. You’re lovely. I really, really am sorry. *cringes*
  • Hana – You’re WAYYY to perky. Go perk over there kthnxbai.
  • My Bad Girls – I less than three you all. I’m sorry about the whole prison thing. I’m gonna get you out? GJ with the torture and kidnapping and all. I promise it’ll be better in the edit, too.
  • The Train People – I thought you were my favourite bit people. Then I realized that you’re actually another novel. Someday…
  • Jim – I’m not sure yet if you’re a good guy or you just killed a bunch of kids. But you’re pretty. Um. *unsure* I’m sorry the flirting lines I gave you were so lame. I’m sure you’re MUCH smoother than that.
I think that’s everybody! Aren’t they wonderful, and doesn’t my story sound cheerful?
Now to go over what was actually accomplished. (And what I learned)
  1. I wrote 66,690 words on a story that doesn’t show any signs of stopping any time soon. There is srysly a LOT that has to be revealed and dealt with. *I take a moment to weep* (My plots are weeds. They grow in directions I don’t want them too, take root in strange places, and Do. Not. Die. Also I’m wordy.)
  2. The story started as a fantasy which was shiny and full of teenage fun, and it became, well, steampunk featuring betrayal, deception, and death. I mean, if you start with your MCs being terrorists, there are only so many ways it can go. (I’m pretty sure that I’m still writing YA, but I have a potential to get dark. You want hope? You’re going to have to WORK for hope. Also, teenagers are so flexible for one reason only- to heal faster after they’ve been broken. There will be breakage.)
  3. I tried to keep continuity, and keep plotlines under control. I failed. (WRITE A DETAILED OUTLINE AND KNOW WHAT YOUR EVER-LOVEING PLOT IS. I AM NOT EVEN JOKING, SELF.)
  4. I realized today that I came up with most of this plot a.) when a family member was moved to palliative care b.) while waiting around the hospital for this person to die, and c.) while being attacked by normal life after the death. (When in a setting like this, you will think your plots will be nice and light and frothy. They won’t be. You’ll do things like putting a main character on death row for a murder they didn’t commit- for the sake of character development- and seriously consider not getting them off- and think it’s just normal and cheerful teen drama. Be Aware Of Your Mental State When Plotting. Also, what was up with the invisible kids that I cut on the first day? Srysly, brain, sleep is good for you.)
  5. After, I think it was 18 days straight, I burned out, and needed to take a break. This felt awful, but I did write better after taking a day off! (Writing is wonderful, we know this. I still need to give my mind time to catch up and develop sub-plots that make any kind of sense.)
  6. And finally- After much non-production in the final days of nano, I turned off my internet for six hours and wrote over 5 thousand words. (I am easily distracted, I shouldn’t try to stay on twitter, facebook, chat and blogs- and write at the same time. It will not work.)
There you have it! My profound wrap-up. Now if you’ll excuse me, my family hasn’t seen me in a month.

"GOT IT?" "Yes Sir!" "I"M A WOMAN." "Yes MISTRESS!" "That’ll do."

Today, I turned off my internet for six hours. No one I wanted to talk to was online anyhow, so I’d only be distracting myself with bad reasons. And in four hours of “writing” I’d managed 147 words. So hey, what did I have to loose?

This is what it looked like.
*I turn off wireless and promptly hyperventilate*

*drinks tea, feels better*
*writes*
*And writes*
*drinks coffee*
*and writes*
*drinks grape and tonic*
*wonders why she is drinking something that tastes like cough syrup*
*writes instead*
Exciting, I know. But i’d forgotten what that feels like, and now I’m a bit blurry around the edges. YAY??? (Also, I watched what I was writing go steadily more and more sketchy. BUT IS STILL YA!)
The final damage done was; *drumroll please*
Wordcount;
  • Daily: 5,498
  • Overall: 61,623
WHICH MEANS I GET TO MAKE A NEW WORDLE.


Have an Adam Excerpt!

On the whole, he really did not mind this mode of travel. True, it was strange, and you never knew when you would be expected to wear a mask to dinner, (thank goodness the Duke had mentioned that to him,) or get stuck in a washroom where all the doors looked like walls. These things notwithstanding, though, he kind of liked it. If only he had someone to share it with, that was the only real issue. And, to be honest, that was hardly the the fault of the Zeppelin. He smiled ruefully out the window, and looked down to find a new plate featuring spiced pork loin, garlic mashed potatoes and mixed vegetables. The good points about this assignment really did outweigh the bad points.

“Hello, buddy!” Adam nearly choked on a bite of pork as the Duke’s hand descended on his back. “Have you met Melinda?”

Adam swallowed as quickly as possible as he stood up. He cleared his throat. “No, I have not had that honour.” Which one was Melinda? The Duke had two quite beautiful black women accompanying him. They smiled behind gloves of coloured satin as he bowed.

The Duke grinned. “You need to get out more, Hewitt!” He kissed the cheek of the woman in blue and silver next to him. She raised her eyebrows at him, then rippled a small laughed. Adam did a quick ring-check, and relaxed internally. Both she and the Duke were wearing single bands on their left ring fingers, so that was all right. With the high heeled shoes that showed off her toes, and hair pinned artfully high on her head, she was taller than the Duke. The Duke blinked one eye, then the other, and grinned at Adam again. “Mind if we join you?”

“No, not at all.” The waiters had already brought over another table, and were adding a second place setting. Adam held out a chair for the other woman, who was also over six feet tall in her shoes, and dressed in green and copper, sans ring. She sat down gracefully, and smiled at him. It was a rather wonderful smile, to be honest. Adam sat down and sipped his soda water with lime as the Duke, Melinda and her nameless friend ate their soup and salad.

“Katie hasn’t been feeling well, sadly.” Melinda grinned across the table, then covered her smile with a hand and a cough. She looked seriously at Adam. “My sister catches flus with shocking regularity, it’s quite sad. Almost monthly.”

So they were sisters? “I’m, sorry. That sounds unfortunate.” The Duke found this funny, judging by the grin directed at his sorbet. Adam wondered why. Monthly sickness sounded terrible- oh. Oh. He turned red, which made everyone laugh, not unkindly.

“Is is unfortunate.” Katie twinkled. “But I’m over it now, and ready to meet these fascinating new people my sister has told me so much about.”

But, the duke and Melinda obviously knew each other, and they were wearing rings, which had to mean- she was talking about him. Adam cleared his throat. “The feeling is mutual, Miss.” He turned red again. “I mean, without the monthly sickness, but maybe…” He gave up and joined in the round of laughter. “I’m pleased to meet you, Miss, how is that?” He offered her his hand.

Katie smiled as she shook it. “Better. And call me Katie.”

“Adam.” He found he was still holding her hand, unexpectedly, so he kissed it. She smiled slowly and covered the expression with her other hand.

Kthnxbai.

"Pour me a heady dose of atmosphere…"

Word Count;

  • Daily: 1,334
  • Overall: 32,917

Yes it was fail. Yes I’m out of town and internet and computer range for the weekend. Moving on. Fire is pretty. True story.

Have an excerpt that doesn’t have to do with anything. YAY LAMENESS.

“I’m back!” Adam headed up the stairs to his room and started unpacking.

There was knock on his door. “Adam?”

“Come in, Mom.” He looked up from the backpack and smiled patiently at his mom. She finished wiping her hands on her apron and hugged him. She smelled of dish soap and whole wheat flour, as always.

“You have the best timing! I just put a pie in the oven!” She smiled at him as she took the bag away from him and started unpacking.

“No, mom, I can do that.” He tried to take the bag back.

“No, I’ve got to make sure you don’t have anything immoral in here.” She commenced busily unpacked clothing and laid it out on the bed. “How was your trip, dear?”

Adam flinched and went to hang up his jacket. He’d gotten rid of anything she wouldn’t approve of, he was pretty sure. Had he checked all the inner pockets? “Uh, great. I got the job? The travel was a bit long, but we made all our connections okay. “ Good thing he’d had the idea to check through the bag that had been packed for him. Mom would not have been happy to find the contraceptives.

“Where did you go?” She frowned at a band t-shirt. Darn, he hadn’t thought to check the clothes for content.

“Uh, I can’t tell you.”

She paused and looked at him. “What was that, Adam?”

Her son scratched at his hair and smiled sheepishly. “I’m sorry, mom. We had to sign a non-disclosure agreement.”

She stared at him. “Well, I never!”

Adam looked down. “Sorry, Mom. They deal in a lot of confidential information.”

His mother snatched the bag off the bed, along with the clothes he had already unpacked. “Well, I’m going to wash this. “ She left the room in a huff. “Dinner is in half an hour, and youth group is tonight, if you’re still interested!”

“Great! I am, Mom.” Adam called down the stairs, and then flopped onto his bed and groaned. “That went well,” he muttered under his breath.
….

Party Prep!

Hey all! For the next bit of Nano prep, since I have no idea what I’m doing, I decided to enter the contest here. Especially since Natalie is jolly. I’m pretty sure I bent the rules rather a lot, but here’s my less-than-a-thousand-words, in a fictional setting in training in the middle of my nano novel. Please feel free to tell me how to make it better.

Party Prep.
For reasons no one was really sure of, everyone’s response was to look to see how Ewan took this information. His response was to drain his mug and drop it from a centimeter above the table. Ewan raised his eyebrows and swallowed. “A costume party. We’re going to a home-made costume party.”

Thys nodded. “You all did an excellent job on your last assignment- which was quite difficult so that your next venture is more of a reward.”

His eyes narrowed when he smiled, Nanami noted for the thousandth time. She raised a hand. “Do we have something specific to do at the party?”

Thys smiled broader, making his eyes almost vanish. “Just dress up, eat the refreshments, and have a good time!”

Nanami made a list of the three things, ignoring Ethan and Laura’s shared eye-roll. They just didn’t take things seriously enough, that was their problem. How could they expect to have a good time if they didn’t take note of it? She stood up respectfully as Thys left, and then vanished to her room to build a costume. This plan was followed by the other four teens, with significantly less respect.

Adam knocked at her door an hour later. “Do you need any help?”

“Don’t come in!”

“We leave in twenty minutes.”

“I said don’t come in!”

His generous offer rejected, Adam waited more or less impatiently for everyone to appear. He’d found cowboy boots and a hat at the back of his closet. Together with tight jeans, a blue plaid shirt and a neckerchief, it didn’t make a half-bad costume, if he did say so himself. He checked in the mirror and settled his hat on dirty blonde hair. The shirt matched his eyes. Yeah, not half-bad, on that short of notice. Adam adjusted his hat again as Ethan emerged. “We need costumes.”

“I’m wearing my costume.” Ethan opened a can of soda. His tone was curt.

The cowboy by the door took stock. White button-up shirt tucked into high-waisted black pants, pens in the front pocket of the shirt, hair slicked back, and- “Glasses aren’t a costume.”

“They are not my costume.”

“You look normal!”

Ethan raised his eyebrows and then grinned suddenly. “I’m a perfect nerd.” He sat down on the other side of the little living room. So Adam didn’t get his ironic costume choice. That was clearly Adam’s problem, not his. He drank more of his soda, and choked when Laura appeared; blonde, blue-eyed and iridescent.

“Is it alright?” She sounded slightly worried, and tugged on the bottom hem of her transparent “dress-” which had probably started life as a nightgown. “It was hard to get a full coverage of glitter, and it kept collecting in the bathing suit, I had to powder myself in the nude.” She winked at Ethan, who grinned back.

“It looks great. Full coverage.” He reached out and adjusted the panty-hose, bent-hanger and glitter-glue wings sewn to the back of her transparent-nightgown-over-white-bikini combo. “You were askew. There. Very creative!”

She turned on her toes and sparkled in all directions. “Thank you!” She and Ethan both smirked over Adam, who was averting his eyes and oozing disapproval. “Will there be food at the party?”

“Should be.” Nanami tucked her notebook away in her sleeve, which stretched to the floor, and glided over. “All good parties have food.”

Her three compatriots stared at the girl in a kimono, her face painted white. Nanami glared back at them. “Gei only means art, and I know how to dance, all right? It’s just like dressing as a ballerina, only in furisode instead of a tutu, because I have the outfit!!”

Her defense of the costume went unnoticed. The teenagers were too shellshocked by the fact that the girl who lived in sweatshirts and cargo pants had a waist and a figure, and dress which showed them off. Ethan kept checking her face to make sure the features were right. “Uh. No, that’s. Great. No issue.”

Laura smiled sweetly and wiggled her shoulders so her wings fell correctly. Light refracted around the living room. “I think it looks fine!”

Nanami smiled back, red-painted lips curving dangerously. “Your opinion warms my heart.”

Laura smoothed the front of her outfit. “It should!”

Nanami’s furious retort was cut off by Ewan falling loudly out of his door. He straightened up with a clatter of chains. “What’re you looking at?”

Ethan straightened out of his chair and cleared his throat. “Ewan, did you cut two holes in a sheet, and then put that over your head?”

Ewan’s expression had to be inferred through the sheet, but it was fairly obvious from this body language. “What does it look like, nerd?” He tugged at the spiked collar around his neck.

“Oh, it looks exactly like you did that.” Ethan nodded. “Good job. Classic costume.”

Ewan wrapped a length of inch-thick chain around his hand. “Shut up.”

“I was just saying!” Ethan winked at Laura and pulled on his runners. “Did you carry chain for a costume, or was that for other reasons?”

“It’s a belt, get your idiot glasses checked.” Ewan clanked over to the door. He’d hung every piece of chain jewelry he owned off his pants. This caused considerable strain on the pants. “Can we leave now?”

“Fine, let’s go.” Adam stood up and adjusted his hat. “We need to take the train and a Zeppelin to make it there in time, I have the timetables…”

Ewan had flipped him the finger and exited, closely followed by Nanami, Laura and Ethan, in that order. Adam sighed long-sufferingly and followed, consulting the invitation again. “Natalie Whipple’s Halloween Party,” it read. At least he knew where they were going!

Oh, and I haven’t entered this yet. I just felt obliged to post for today, and maybe you people will be helpful. 😀

"Yeah if life was a highway I was drunk at the wheel…"

I’m getting excited about Nano. Mmmhm. And I’m also getting excited about my new characters! But I still don’t really know who they are- sooo I’m going to interogate them, with the good ol’ character quiz! I think I might also have to do this again after Nano, since the characters will have been through a lot. ^_^

Later: (Also. Listen to this song. Do it. Usually Christian Music makes me want to beat someone’s head against a wall, but I actually like this one! Heh. That probably doesn’t say good things about me…)
Much Later: Wow. This took a while.

Rules:
1. Choose a few of your own characters. Five at the most one at the least.
2. Make them answer the following questions.
3. Feel free to go ahead and add some question yourself!!

I choose…

  1. Ewan Swallow
  2. Nanami Tajima (Formerly Dawn)
  3. Adam Hewitt (Formerly Matthew)
  4. Laura Hough (Formerly Lisa)
  5. Ethan Cusack
How old are you?
  1. Why am I even here? Shut the hell up.
  2. 16.
  3. 17.
  4. Oh, 16.
  5. I’m 16.
Do you have any bad habits?
  1. No, I’m bloody perfect.
  2. That’s a matter of opinion.
  3. I’m sorry, what was that?
  4. *sparkles* A few.
  5. Yep!
Who’s your mate/spouse/SO?

  1. I refuse to answer on the grounds that the answer might incriminate me. *smirks*
  2. Well. If there’s an arranged marriage in the works, it hasn’t been mentioned to me yet. *smiles slightly*
  3. I’m not dating till I’m older, and more settled.
  4. Spouse? I said I’m 16! *angry, and then laughs it off*
  5. Let me just check my little black book…
  6. (Athur’s Note: I’ve been feeling very single lately. So it will be an interesting excercise, to see if my characters can remain mostly un-attatched.)
Have any kids?
  1. *looks slightly ill* Uh, no…
  2. No.
  3. What kind of a question is that! I’m a teenager!
  4. No. *flatly*
  5. *grins* Why do you ask? Is the clinic going after unpaid bills again?
Favorite food?
  1. *instantly* Bacon cheeseburger with extra bacon and grilled onions.
  2. [Something in Japanese which I am too lazy to look up]
  3. Chocolate cake with chocolate ships and chocolate icing and chocolate ice cream with chocolate shavings and chocolate sauce.
  4. Mrs. Thorpe’s Melba pudding with vanilla ice cream. *blushes for no apparent reason*
  5. Anything that isn’t sardines. Oh wait, I like sardines too. Anything that isn’t baked beans, then.
Favorite Ice cream flavour?
  1. Uh. Vanilla? The really good kind? *uncertain* With Olive oil, you know?
  2. Strawberry
  3. Chocolate.
  4. Bubblegum! Want some?
  5. But, there are OVER 9000!!!!11!!11 THIS IS MADNESS!!!!

Killed anyone?

  1. Who told you that?
  2. I might as well have, if you ask some people.
  3. Pardon Me?
  4. No, I have not.
  5. Every night, man. Every night. *grins*
Hate anyone?
  1. Yes.
  2. That would imply that I care.
  3. Of course not!
  4. Oh, a little bit. But not badly!
  5. Hitler. Oh, and Bush. Are those the right answers now? I always forget…

Any secrets?

  1. Also No.
  2. *smiles*
  3. Of course not! Er.
  4. Why would I have secrets!
  5. Can I have more Mountain Dew?

Love anyone?

  1. Your Mom. *grins suddenly*
  2. My family, I guess…
  3. My Family, and Jesus.
  4. Yep! *sparkles*
  5. Your Mom. *high fives Ewan*

What is your job?

  1. *looks at you*
  2. I’m a Cashier in the grocery store.
  3. I’m a student, and of course I volunteer a lot, but nothing that pays yet.
  4. I work Drive-Thru!
  5. I work in the sterile supply lab at the hospital, part-time.
Are you a boy or a girl?
  1. Jellyfish. Seriously, Eff off.
  2. I’m female.
  3. Boy.
  4. Girl!
  5. Boy, I guess.
What’s your family like?
  1. Assholes. You care why?
  2. Large, affectionate and gifted. *flatly*
  3. Great! Why do you ask?
  4. My mother is a whore and my father is a drunk. I don’t believe that has much bearing on me. Next question?
  5. Oh, they’re fine. Little sister, older brother, two parents, one of each gender. Do you want their social insurance numbers? *skeptically amused grin*
Do you have any best Friends?
  1. No.
  2. No.
  3. Of course!
  4. Lots! *sparkles* We hang out all the time. I wouldn’t have passed chemistry without Becky’s help!
  5. Sure.
What was the most surprising moment in your life up until now?
  1. When I was born. *flatly*
  2. Probably when I was born. *Nanami and Ewan look at each other uncertainly*
  3. The most surprising? Well, failing that math test was pretty shocking.
  4. When Robbie asked me out! *giggles* He’s SO cute!
  5. When I tripped over my shoelace last week. *soberly* I did NOT expect to see the floor in such an intimate manner. I mean, I’m just not that kind of girl!
Where would you rather be?
  1. Anywhere that’s not here?
  2. Anywhere other than here? *Nanami and Ewan look at each other uncertainly again*
  3. On a beach, relaxing. I mean, College. Right.
  4. At a Movie! Or a party!
  5. Asleep. *solemnly*
Ever kissed anyone that’s not a family member?
  1. Sure. Lots of girls. *glares dangerously*
  2. I don’t understand the question. *calmly*
  3. I said I’m not dating till I’m older! Didn’t you hear me?
  4. Why would I want to kiss my family members?
  5. *grins* Wanna answer the question conclusively?
What’s your religion?

  1. Fuck you.
  2. My family are Christians. I lean more agnostic. God certainly doesn’t care about me, why should I care in return?
  3. I’m a Baptist, and a strong Christian.
  4. *winks* Why you you ask?
  5. I’m aethist. *shrugs*
Do you have any hobbies?
  1. Arson, murder, drugs, chess, the ushe.
  2. No.
  3. I built models for fun. Sports aren’t really hobbies, technically.
  4. I’m on the jump-rope team! But I have to work a lot.
  5. I am passionately interested in stamp collection, and other nerdish things. *grins*
you cried wolf
the tears they soaked your fur
the blood dripped from your fangs
you said what have I done
you loved that lamb
with every sinful bone
and there you wept alone
your heart was so contrite