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I had hoped this weekend might see me clear to 20,000, but clearly this was not to be. Unfortunately, I can't claim those 2000 words went on, say, applications or a French essay. They just didn't happen.

However, I am now saying good night to it, even if it is all currently highly dramatic, because my weary mind cannot cope with all the tension, quite frankly, especially when one of my characters just gave me a huge social commentary that I wasn't entirely expecting.

Anyway, bed.

I miss people *sigh*

Also, I want the pretty dress. Look. It's green. And my hair will go red again, and then I could wear a dress even more of the time.... in that, I would have a second mock-wrap dress that is pretty and warm and versatile and would look pretty with the red hair, and then I could wear dresses more, rather than red hair causing me to wear dresses. Er, yes. As I said - bed...
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So - I get back from Rocky Horror, and then a drink in the Naked Bar, and it's half two in the morning. I get changed for bed - what's the best plan? Still a bit too awake for sleep, so I'll do something. Applications - or rather starting to prepare the long answers for them - wouldn't be a bad idea. But no. I don't want to tell people about all the junk I did in Oxford last year and how it means I should be a lawyer, because I hate that.

What do I do instead?



I am certifiably insane. And now, I really am going to bed.

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Nov. 3rd, 2006 06:45 pm
mi_guida: (miss ignorance)
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My glop cooking skills remain unparalleled, it appears. Tomatoey tuna glop tonight.. though it's only half 5. Curious.

It's very strange. I feel horribly unprodtuctive today, despite the fact that I've written a constit essay in French and done 1000 words of NaNo, and gone to Denfert to do a huge food shop.

I think it's maybe because it's dark outside. Also, I slept in till 10 - it was lovely snuggled up under my duvet and double throw, looking out the window and deciding that though it was cold and crisp, I had a bed to be in, and I could do the cold and crisp thing later.

The other exciting thing that hasn't happened yet today but will do in a few hours is dressing up and going out to Rocky Horror! We are told to take a small bottle of water, rice, toast, a bell, toilet paper, playing cards, a lighter and a newspaper. However, absolutely no eggs, ketchup or flour, apparently. Glad they made that clear :)

I shall let you all know how it went when I return... assuming I don't get arrested for indecent exposure, but y'know, that's what the CPSD's for, right? *grins*

D'oh

Nov. 3rd, 2006 12:52 am
mi_guida: (toast disease)
I'm just plain incompetent.

Trying to put marmite on bread, I threw some across my desk. Once I got it spread, I lifted it up to eat, but a blob I hadn't noticed dropped off the crust onto my shoulder. Holding the bread in my hand, I attempted to lick the marmite off whilst pouring tea with the other hand....

The tea was fine, but I now have marmite on my desk, my shoulder... and on my nose.

I sincerely hope no one is spying on me in here, or they're going to wonder what on earth I'm doing.

In other news, now up to 7098 for NaNo. And I have many plot plans left, huzzah - and new characters cropping up left right and centre. One place I'd planned to leave behind when we left, I'm clearly going to have to come back to sporadically, they're busy insurrectioning and creating a sub-plot, bless them.

Er, clucky over my characters? Me? No... I can't write, remember?

Edit: 03:12 Words now 7854. I am going to sleep, honest.

Edit: 03:25 8027. Bed, damn me...

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I really am doing NaNo this year. This appears to be unmitigated insanity - I'm trying to do applications and law at the same time, for goodness sake!

More to the point - I still maintain that I can't write. Up until January of this year, I wrote nothing except academic work and my diary - even creative writing in school only happened under extreme duress and it was awful. I never had ideas, I never knew what to write, and the primary school stories invariably ended up with a rather implausible situation ... "and then they/I/he/she/it woke up, and it was all a dream."

I knew various people were doing this - then, in a conversation with [livejournal.com profile] black_eyedgirl on the 31st, she challenged me to find an idea. She sent me as a joke to the Online Fantasy Plot Generator, which I poked several times... and then I saw something, and put it into a Word document, and over the next two hours ripped it to shreds and built a whole story. There's plot, and characters who have names, damn it!

And now I've started writing it, and last night produced 4463 words - on top of 8 fiches d'arrets, and a 2000 words French case commentary and all the rest of it - and then there were more characters, and there was description, and there was plot that went places, and I know exactly where the next 10,000 odd words are going - barely any way into the whole story, that's where, but there's an awful lot going to happen.

So, yes. See? I can't write....

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