Drugs, a girl’s best friend? Pros and Cons, discuss.

Word count: 3,129

Scenes: 3
I made Kael cry. o.O And I finally got inspired right after I started eating Midol. No, drugs don’t help the writing AT ALL. *cough*
Um, that’s all. I want to keep writing, but I’m suppose to be awake in six hours. So I should get on getting to sleep. *waves* *runs off*
EDIT: 1,586 words, an hour and a half and a scene later, I guess I really SHOULD go to sleep? ^_^

"And everybody was for fighting/wouldn’t wanna waste a thing/ cold cold water bring me round…"

Free Jazz:
I am
Well, aside from the fact that everybody dies, and Kael goes crazy and kills herslf

I think I’ve identified the source of the problem.

So it’s done. This scene is totally on drugs, but some kind of a pattern for the rewrite is down in text. I need to back this up… *runs away briefly*

I have to say though, this scene was insanely hard to write. It was the one that sparked this story for me in the first place, only by now all the characters are quite different, as well as the tech and what I have of plot. So I have this really vivid picture in my head, that doesn’t WORK, so I have to keep shooing it away. Also, well, I’m writing from inside Kael’s head. When you catch yourself thinking ~this would just make more sense if I was on drugs, then I could get the real feel of it~ this should be a sign to you that you have issues. I’ve only been trying to write it since Monday? *sigh* I can also attribute the hard-ness of the scene to the fact that I’m doing my traditional reaction to a Big Scene, and loosing interest, as well as doing my traditional reaction to The End Is In Sight, and saying I’m so close that it hardly matters, I can write that tomorrow. All very healthful and good for me. And my story.
And this is a big however. This scene OFFICIALLY marks the end of Kael’s trauma. Everything from here out for her is good, even when it makes her cry. (Especially when it makes her cry.) Jennet is still going to be traumatized just a little, but I promise it’s for the best! You get to be Kick-Ass, Jennet! Isn’t that what you want?
I’ll go sleep now. Tomorrow Dulamon gets to be awesome, and we make Kael cry! *happy smile*


You Noticed!

Ahem. When I SHOULD have been cleaning my room, I discovered this. *chortles* I’m not sure how accurate they are, but, I found the quiz Very Amusing. Which is perhaps because I just woke up. *cough*

You should all take it. *pushes you towards quiz* 😀

Kael is only a little like you. She isn’t really very cool: she blends into crowds, she hangs out on the fringes at parties, and wearing shades after dark makes her run into things. She may have sometimes thought that she was special, or destined for greater things, but probably dismissed the idea as a fantasy. She’s had more than her fair share of hard knocks, and probably spends more time than she ought moaning about it. And she’s gotten no slack from you.

In general, you care deeply about Kael, but you’re smart enough to let her stand on her own, without burdening her with your personal fantasies or propping her up with idealization and over-dramatization. Kael is a healthy character with a promising career ahead of her.

Score Breakdown:
I Love Her, I Let Her Go 9
You Mean Plaid Is Out? 7
I’m Destined For What? 3
Angst R Us 16
Momma HATES Her! 1
Total: 36

Jennet is only a little like you. She is not at all cool; in fact, she thinks cool is a temperature reading, and when she says “Oh, I just put on whatever old thing’s lying around,” she means “on the floor, where I threw it last night – but I turned the underwear inside out first.” There’s never been anything special about her that she could see; boy, is she in for a surprise. She’s come in for her share of hurt, but gotten off with minor damage. And she’s gotten no slack from you.

In general, you care deeply about Jennet, but you’re smart enough to let her stand on her own, without burdening her with your personal fantasies or propping her up with idealization and over-dramatization. Jennet is a healthy character with a promising career ahead of her.

Score Breakdown:
I Love Her, I Let Her Go 7
She’s The Anti-Cool 1
Plain Jane 1
Can’t Complain 3
Momma HATES Her! 3
Total: 15

I blame today’s word count on the fact that I fed the vampires.

Word Count: 1,730
Scenes: 1
Despite its lamentable word-count effects, I am resolute that donating blood is awesome. Just think about it. You go and sit in little plastic chairs and watch the various stages of nervousness around you, and you get to closely observe the different stages and types of fainting, for the mall fee of being prodded with needles and drained of your vital fluids. Plus you can save up to three lives. 😀 Which is a nice way to make up karmically for the day you spent torturing, drugging and seducing. *cough* Ahem. Plus, you are medically required to eat sugary things afterwards. Is there anything more awesome than that? I think not.
Oh, oh! And also, where else is it just assumed that you’re a druggie (other than airport security,) and you have to show your needle-track-less arms to prove it?
I rest my case, awesomeness is proven.

Here, have some excerpt. Not from today, I don’t trust any of it from today. 😀

Gratuitous mind-rape, this way plz!

However, the NOT SLEEPING bit of donating blood is BAD.

Just a thought.

"Just get me through December, so I can start again…"

Word count: 5,064

Scene count: 1 (Oh yes, it was a doozy. I walked down corridors and sat in waiting rooms. And Kael fought people to make a point. Love that girl.)
Quality count: Ahahahahah. Ahahahahahh. Ahhahahah! See that? That is me not caring. That is me laughing in your FACE.
It’s weird, because for the first time in forever, I’m back on the ship, where it all began. I haven’t been there since November. November, Srsly! That’s, like, last year. Dude….. Also, a lot has happened since then.
(Hurrah for stream-of-consciousness! I’m gonna say that I didn’t work today, or yesterday, and I was trying to front-load words in those non-working days because I’m working all day for the rest of the week. Yes, that is fear you see in my eyes.)
A lot has happened in terms of how I write, in what has happened in my life, and what has happened to my characters. Some of them still haven’t realized what has happened- I’m looking at you, Jennet- and some of them, well. Clones, you know what I mean. And Kael is just her own category. Of everything. But yeah, I’m back in an old setting, with old issues that I haven’t had to deal with, cause we haven’t had to deal with.
Like the whole motivation for why Jole went on this little jaunt? The one he told himself, at least? Yeah, that one didn’t come up. Kael and the rest of the Drudges’ precarious position as worthy-to-be-alive? Also taken for granted by the silly Clones. Social issues in Jennet’s world? She kinda danced on those, and now her dancing is frowned on.
In addition, everyone’s been living with the knowledge that they’re gonna die within days, and now, hey, oops, we’re still alive. How about that. *sheepish* Not to mention that certain people aren’t quite as comfortable to be home as they’re supposed to be, in fact they’re downright suspicious. You see, since the end of November I’ve only been dealing with straightforward Bad Guys. These are easy to react too. He’s a sadistic, messed up B**tard- RUN. Now we have my old friends the Good Guys back. The morally ambiguous people with lots of power, who might have your best interests at heart, it’s just that they say they do so sincerely…. Do I believe them? Do I do what I was told? Do I follow the nice man? Or- do I even have any other options? A lot more uncertainty, obviously.
As might be clear, (I’m not sure if is is clear,) I enjoyed myself. ^_^ I actually want to write more, only it’s hard to think, my eyes won’t stay open, and I have to get up at 6 tomorrow. Yes, Snazel, you don’t have to write about wrecked medical bays now. *vague smile*

"Confusion is always the most honest response."

Word Count: 1,855
Scenes: One? Kinda?

This started as one scene, but I”m going to need at least two more to close it up. Darn it. *growls* But in other news, Jole was awesome, and Kael was, well, Kael. You should hope to never meet her at work, that’s all I’m saying.

Also, Root Beer cures all ills, I should try to drink it BEFORE 10:00.

“Silence does not necessarily mean a secret.”

“Yeah, with some people. Who you aren’t.”

Sarti and Kael, you are so much fun to write. *happy* I’m never sure what you’re going to say. Not the most PC pair, those two. And soon you talk to Tenish! And Jaslyn! And Jole! Fun times on the horizon! 
And it’s not really getting easier to write, no. I still look at my novel and go “mehhhhh….” But my oh my I love it so much. *grins madly* If I can just ignore the burning hatred of the quality of what I just wrote, and revel in my characters, it’s SO MUCH FUN. So I’m basically in a passionately love-hate relationship with writing.  *ponders* That does seem to be pretty representative of me. And my relationships. And my sanity. *coughs*
But hurrah for writing Kael again! My crazy messed up girl. 😀 Tonight, we plan. *heroic music swells as I stare hungrily at my keyboard*
Oh wait, my parents have people downstairs. Which means that I have a nervous stomach ache. Which means that I either go down there in pain, or curl up on my bed and wait for them to go away. Decisions, decisions…

"Welcome to Women Now where women are trusted friends please put your hands where I can see them and surrender any bombs."

Yes, I watched Juno, as might be evident from my title. I’ve also been writing. 

It is curiously liberating to just throw quality out the window, shred it into tiny pieces, jump up and down on it, douse it in gasoline, and shower it with lighted matches. It’s the Nano state of mind, only more so. 
So, current state of affairs: Kael and all the Military are hungover, Bleach and Cole are sightseeing, the rest of the techs are cracking the world network, (assisted by the Military,) the Drudges are shopping, Appel is being interrogated, Jennet discovered an empty closet, and Dane and Very are being nauseating. I think Petria locked herself in the shower again too, which is related to Dane and Very being nauseating. That about covers it!
EDIT: Objective of the weekend- write 6k. Everyone else I know is juggling some combination of school, work, reading, and writing, so I can manage this, right? *crosses fingers*