December 2008
5 posts
Um...now what?
November 2008
15 posts
I am going to win NaNoWriMo even if it kills me.
The scarf was delivered safely, two days early.
Spending the night with him for the first time in over a month was hard. It devolved quickly when we were alone. But while we ate dinner with his friend he was obnoxious and rude.
Standout moments: bragging about my prowess in the kitchen and the fact that I spoiled him, boasting that I know him...
I still have insane writer’s block. I’m going to finish this story and forget about making it good. The point is to finish…right? right. I CAN DO THIS.
blocked like a fucking scarf.
I finished the vampire’s scarf, and it came out amazingly beautiful.
I saw it laying on my computer chair the other night and wondered where that scarf came from, realizing quickly that I was the one who made it! Yeah, it’s that amazing. I put so much time and energy into it and I’m so pleased with how it came out.
I’m currently knitting a simple garter stitch mobeius...
What a horrible day.
I missed most of the daylight.
I laid in bed. I took black and white portraits of the dogs for the awesome/bad ass Christmas card (see here: http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3164/3035491445_66a3fde314_o.jpg) did the dishes, ate the rest of my macaroni (with extra nutmeg!) and proceeded to wallow in front of the computer for twelve hours and not typing anything on Devil’s...
I’m currently hating on the epic fail of my NaNoWriMo novel, wondering if it’s time to call it quits, even though there is so much left to write. It seems pointless!!!!!!!!
I need more plot, more…vivre. There is nothing.
Moreso, I need to get my tongue pierced to make myself feel better. It’s been a month since I pierced/tattooed anything. May I got my lip pierce, August...
so many catalysts in one letter!
I know I won’t have the nerve to send this to you, but I want to write it anyway. It’s taken me this long because I know it would just make you mad and I don’t want to make you mad. I saw Errol when I was in the hospital that first time a couple years ago. He was there for the same reason as me. Small world, don’t you think? He...
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Writer’s block.
I’m staring at the screen, I need inspiration. I know where I want to go, but I don’t know how to get the story to go there.
I think she needs a name. So far I’ve gotten away with not namnig her. Dale? Ruby? Those are two names I’ve heard today I liked.
I am so hungry. I can’t wait to get home.
I’m going to go force myself to write...
The end of September came and went without a phone call, without any contact with him. She was not going to make the first move—he could decide if they were going to see each other again. It was up to him. But it still hurt more and more with each day, each moment of worrying if he was all right…if he even missed her at all.
Her parents were happy that she was going through the...
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Rain beat softly against the windows, droplets beading on the glass, obscuring the view of the outside world in little pools like thousands of little mirrors. Each one distorted and unique while preserving each detail of the trees and sky and the grass. Schumann’s Träumerei floated quietly into the room from the piano in the corner where he had sat down to play for her. They were...
