Memoirs From Fairyland

50057

50057

FIFTY THOUSAND AND FIFTY SEVEN.


I FUCKING DID IT.

If someone posted something I'd ordinarily reply to, my apologies. I went to Mom's for Thanksgiving starting Sunday night. Got a sinus infection Wednesday, puffed up like a blowfish, and while I should be at work right now, I called in sick. x_x Hopefully the swelling goes down by tomorrow. No one can possibly take me seriously looking like a chipmunk. -__-

In which my idiot cat gets himself stuck in the handle of a bag. I did rescue him (cut it off) but first, I laughed.



Oh, Alec.

When I decided to take two languages this semester, I didn't really take NaNo into account. The result is a somewhat ridiculous dervish of code-switching where I'm trying to write compositions in three different languages at three completely different levels at pretty much the same time. Switching between Japanese and Chinese is proving difficult thanks to the word order issue. I keep forgetting I actually need to use subject pronouns and the verb does NOT generally go at the end of the sentence.

Meanwhile, I feel like my English vocabulary has gone down to about a second grade level. It's like I've been trading in words for new words--"I'll give you three English words for the ability to use 'xihuan' properly in a sentence. Two more words if you throw in the characters with the right stroke order." Fail. It doesn't help that right now the scandalous subtext in my textbook dialogue is proving far more compelling than anything that's going on in my NaNo novel.

Fun updates: I've given up on revisions (see: lack-of-quality issue) and gone for finishing-the-bloody-sequel-because-maybe-that-will-help. *unstable laughter*

It's 120k and finally winding down, but if I can just talk myself into working on it, it'll easily make 140 by the end of the epilogue. Probably more, given my narrator's tendency to run into problems I didn't know existed. o_o Massive cuts in order? Oh, yeah.

Not to mention my characters' formerly distinct personalities seem to be dissolving into this massive pool of character sludge. You know, I never thought I would say this, but it may have actually been better when I was losing arguments with them. Good heavens.

On the lighter side of things, I have a vague inclination to write a children's Christmas story involving a clockwork samurai and a cafe under the back porch. And possibly a field mouse with a magic book.

There was a lot of awesome happening to me after wendsday. On thursday night I hung out with one of my older friends in the dining hall for about... 2 hours, eating thanksgiving dinner. Kind of a odd thing considering I really don't like the food that thanksgiving is glorified for. Bleh, turkey. After that we went to another dorm to see Alex who just had his appendix taken out and was in bad shape. I gave him a banana cupcake. He then decided that I was an idiot who lived in 1901 considering how much I hate technology and stay out of the modern world.

Then he started playing Lady Gaga's "Bad Romance". I didn't like it.

After a brief walk around my friend and I went back to my dorm where there was going to be a Drag Show. Her roomate came in a little later and the show started. One of the most toned and gorgeous guys I've even seen was parading around givign lap dances to the song "bad Roamnce". I love that so so much now, not becuase of the music, but becuase of how much awesome is mentally associated with it now.

The next day I finally cuaght the episode of House that I missed and it was so awesome. Otherwise I spent my entire daytime just sitting on my bed, not working on Nano, and being lazy. I seriously didn't take a shower until the sun went down. My dorm was suppossed to have a rave that night (I know, my dorm is incredible) but it was canceld on a account of drugs.

Instead we went on random busses through the city to find out where they go. We thought we got on the city shuttle but then my ability to read signs backwards came in and it was "Hotel Shuttle" . We laughed a little and ran through the hallways for the 6 minutes we had. On all the empty and unwritten on message boards I put "That's a Bingo" and I wonder if anybody was happy to see it.

We finally got back to the campus and I demanded that I get a jelly doughnut so we headed to the city proper and found a Dunking Doughnuts abotu five minuets from closing. But I got my doughnut. Checked out this musical/poetc/art thing for few minutes before they started bustign otu the love songs. Strangest part? My next door dorm neighbors were all there. Including one of the guys in the dresses.

Headed back to my dorm where we hungout in the art room talkign about Somalia with one of the RAs, our friend Mickey ahd to leave cuase he was on duty and there was a cop lurkign around the place. My friend left and I went back into my room and wrote like one sentence for Nano before just loosing myself to the internet again.

It's been a great time and I can only hope the aweosme continues the rest of the year.

Dear FL:

If I hit 25 thousand words by Tuesday, I'm allowed to use my Borders coupon to buy whatever I want. If I put it here, it's real.

So! Any suggestions? I want a Can't Put Down kind of book, please. Leaning toward YA, but open to suggestions. Also leaning toward paperback, but, that's also up for debate.

Pretty please?


In other news:

Today, I found out there is a restaurant in New York called Ninja, where servers dressed as ninjas run around and steal forks and misplace things on your table. Also, there is a separate ninja entrance and the whole restaurant is recreated like you're eating in a ninja temple. Never have I been more jealous of people that live in New York than I am right now. MLIA.

WHO WANTS TO GO WITH ME?!? (Yes, by go I mean go in and order a single salmon roll. Your point?)

Oh. My. God.

They.. they.... they modernized Rainbow Brite!

x_________X

I think the new dolls might actually be even worse...

In the last week, 9 different people have mentioned pomegranates, myself included, in 6 different contexts.

I'm thoroughly confused.

Right. Paper. Brazil. Right.

Which is to say, I know that you guys are all going insane with NaNoWriMo, so please to apply some of that massive procrastination energy to telling me what to do, sort of in the spirit of this post.

WRITING STUFF WHAT I AM (STILL, YES, SHUT UP) SLACKING ON.

1. Revisions, "As Wine Poured Onto Ground." (Oh good grief, I hate this story so much.)
2. Kill "The Dead Star, the Satirist, and the Soldier" in the face. (Because it is going to kill my brain. Yours too!)
3. Actually get more than a couple thousand words into the tiny drunken teenage wizards novel, currently calling itself Barycent. (I...do not like writing novels very much. There is just so much plot. Anyway, it is this guy.)
4. Kick invisible girlfriend short story into something vaguely workable. (Like something with less in the way of mismanaged character arc.)
5. Figure out what, if anything, to do with teeny hollow princess story. (Less than 4000k, guys, I know you're proud!)

ESSAYS WHAT I COULD PROBABLY BE COERCED INTO EDITING INTO POSTABLE FORMAT.

1. The handwavy one on dialogue. ("The way I write dialogue is, first, I think of what I want the characters to say. Then I make them not say it.") [Er. Which is to say, I might have written a draft of this one in an email to someone, does anyone remember it?]
2. The excessively long one on worldbuilding, basically my Alpha lecture turned into a MONSTER. ("But what are your thoughts on yaoi?") [Well, it has an outline, anyway. Several. Many. Uh. It's fairly large. A bit.]
3. The circular one on why writing really dark stories is a great way to present an optimistic view of the universe. ("No, seriously, you guys! It's like Blade Runner!") [I know I wrote a draft of this one in an email. Somewhere.]
4. The half-assed one about, what is the phrase, genrebendy crossover fucktasma. ("I like science and I like fantasy so clearly you guys should all write stories for me.") [And about half of this one.]
5. The mildly self-indulgent one about how suffering is the engine of fiction. ("Also I basically like my characters screwed-up and psychologically damaged, just in case you were wondering.") [This one sort of blended horrifyingly with #3.]

So, erm, help. Opine, please!

(PS. I am getting up in three hours. Why, self, are you a bonified moron? Well, I do not know! It is a mystery to me as well.)

"Using only song names from ONE ARTIST, cleverly answer these questions. Try not to repeat a song title. It's harder than you think."

( Stolen From havlockvetinari )