Sick. Er.

Stupid cold...stupid meds that make my body ache...stupid unhealthiness!!

Slowing down...

Well, December is national novel finishing month, so I can slow down for now. Which is a good thing since I don't feel very well...again. >.>

I MADE IT

That's right!! 50k words in 20 days!!

bleh

so behind...
...eyes burning from staring at the screen...

Remind me why I am doing this, please.

I know this is off subject, but.....

I JUST GOT MY ACCEPTANCE LETTER FROM MJC!!!

I'M GOING TO COLLEGE, BABY!!!

Oh, and I think I'll take a little break today. After all, I hit 41k yesterday...

Guess what day it is today...

That's right...

It's my BIRTHDAY!!! I am now, officially, an adult.

New excerpt

Because I know you all love me so dearly, I've given you another glimpse of the novel. Here, Vivian (MC) is talking to Abel (the vampire)in their dream world. This is just the beginning of their getting to know each other...and, obviously, they fall madly in love with each other, just the way things are supposed to be.

I don’t know what else to do,” I admitted, “I don’t want to let my parents down…but I believe that not all vampires are evil. I believe you. And I don’t know why,” I told Abel, resting my head on his chest and staring up into the sky, the flowers blowing around us, “You are so…sincere.”
He sighed, “I only am sincere in my dreams, but I’m not a liar. I usually just don’t say anything that’ll compromise me. I don’t usually speak without thinking, either. But I guess I’m not afraid of what you think of me anymore. If you like me, great, but if you don’t, too bad. The way I see it, we’re stuck together for the rest of your life, and I don’t want it to be a constant battle. I’d rather be straightforward and honest than to have to confront you later on.”
“I know what you mean…and I feel the same way. The bond that connects us is strong, unbreakable. And I know now that I can live with it, happily. It’s like I have my own, secret friend that’s always there for me. Sure, my first impression of you was pretty bad, but you’ve made it up to me already.
“And I’m sorry if I ever made you uncomfortable. I mean, I’m the daughter of the man whose been trying to kill you since he knew of your existence. To him, you are nothing…you pollute the air and terrorize humanity. It must be hard for you to see me and always think of him, way in the back of your mind.”
“Yes, well, when I first saw you, I knew exactly who you were and I knew exactly what had been done. When you turn someone into a vampire, you can feel their thoughts, their pains, but as they get new blood, it fades away. Usually, that happens within the first days.
“But when I felt you…it was different. I never felt such peace before. You aren’t like all the rest of us, Vivian; you are a lot more special than you know. You were the first moment of peace that I received in eighty years. It was as if someone brought back the sun into my sky, as odd as that sounds, the song back into my words. But I was afraid that you would hate me, just as they all hate me, so I tried to scare you away.
“When I saw you, drenched and soaking wet, I was shocked to see you so soon…and even more shocked that you left just as quickly. But you were all that I hoped for—beautiful and innocent. And the second time I saw you, I didn’t want to let you go; I wanted you to stay and keep me company, although I was afraid. I didn’t know what to say, and I hope that my silence was suiting. But when I did speak, I regretted it deeply.
“Still, when you came back after my outburst, which I realized was inevitable, I had already missed you. I had already wished that I had never sneered at you, never hurt you in such a way. You didn’t deserve to learn about these things in that way. It wasn’t my job to tell you, and I’m sorry about that.
“In a way, though, I’m not. You would still be thinking that I am a figment of your imagination, maybe even going crazy. So I had to pull away the mask and show you what I really am, although I still don’t know exactly what that is. I want you to know the real me, the way that I have gotten to know the real you.
“You could be surprised at what you learn, darling.”
I smiled softly, my eyes lightly closed. His words, such beautiful words, inspired me. I knew that I knew him a lot better than I thought I did; it was part of our connection. He was honest, honorable…vain, true, but I could see that he was rising above that. But most of all, he was good. There was something about him that drew me in closer, like a mystery that should never be solved only studied.
I could study him, know him. I could follow his footsteps and be a better person. I could look up to him and let his wisdom guide me. He had learned so many things that I had no clue about; he could teach me to control myself even better. I could watch him all day, bask in the glory of his tender smile. I could love him.
“To tell you the truth,” I said after a short pause, “from the very first time that I saw you, I wanted to return and find you again. I found you—and still find you—alluring. I think it’s your eyes, yes, it has to be your eyes,” I opened my eyes and looked at him, “They are the brightest I’ve ever seen. But there is something more than just that. It’s all of you. The way you smile, the way you tilt your head up to look at the clouds.
“You rest here, and I enjoy watching you take pleasure in all the small things.”
“I enjoy here what I can’t enjoy in my waking moments anymore. Only in my dreams am I all that I want to be. Here, I don’t have to worry about being chased down, caught, then killed. I try not to even think about it. I don’t worry about feeding or blending in.
“I don’t have to pretend that I am what I’m not, because here, I’m almost human again. This is the only place where I can be with someone who isn’t afraid of me. Only here can I feel the warm sunlight on my cold skin. Only here can I watch the dawn rise over the horizon. Only here am I free.”

Inching along

Okay, so I've been inching along, never going to far above my daily word count, but never going too far below either. I think I'll make up for it this Saturday...MY 18th BIRTHDAY!!! -woot- i can't think of a better way to spend it than this--writing at least 5k words.

I started part 3 already...I should finish it by Saturday.

New twist

Sooo...
Wouldn't it be super cool if Vivian trusts Mathew with her secret, making him the only person he can really talk to? And he'd be her best friend.

In the end, I plan on making him an impromptu member of V.I.S. as they will be looking for all the help they can get. He'll be making sure that Vivian doesn't get out of town, or, in that case, Abel. But when they are fleeing, he's the one they face.
Obviously, because he's in love with her, he could kill Abel and eventually win her over again...

But he lets her go...with another guy.

-tears-

>.> new outline

Ya, so I got a bit side-tracked and sped things up a bit. Now, I've got to rewrite the outline a bit. Just enough to keep me from going off the edge of a cliff with my nano. Part I is done, so I'll start with Part II.

Part II.
==Vivian learns of V.I.S./vampire blood in her==
-Goes down to headquarters with Dad
==Trip to the movies with friends==
-Mathew's hiccups get them kicked out
-She receives gifts at the dinner
=Starts basic V.I.S. training
-Realizes Mathew's parents are involved
-Mathew is aware of vampires
==She is able to confide in him
-Slowly tells him of what was 'wrong' with her
==She starts trusting Abel==
-he opens up to her, trusting her as well
-they get along better
-he lets her know more about his 'kind'
==she falls in love with him ((unwritten))

Why?! Why?!

I'm ill. In nanowrimo. Why is life so unfair?! -tears-

But I will get through...eve if it kills me!

Working under pressure

It's amazing how fast you can work under pressure. I wrote around 1.5k in just thirty minutes. Now, what do you think about that?

I hit 26k today. Even though I spent almost all day at a friend's house. But no pressure, right?

Moving along

Wow...as soon as I decided to drop the pressure of a 100k word count, things really start moving along a lot faster. I wrote my entire word count in just and hour and a half today!

I am amazed at my new found abilities.

Check out this cool little gadget. It's my writing calender thing.

Lowering word count

Well, I'm not sure how much lower it will be, but I do know that I will stick to the same writing schedule. 100k is just too much.

Sure, I could do it. But it would drive me mad.

Although I didn't write today, I still have a goodie for you

Yet another short excerpt.

Note: The guy who is addressing Vivian IS NOT Abel (aka the vampire)

"...
“Vivian,” he said shyly before walking out, “I just want you to know that…I…well…” he paused and breathed in deeply, “When I found out that you were hurt, I was really scared. I just thought that I would never get to see you again. I would’ve done anything to wake you up, even trade places with you. I guess what I’m trying to say that I don’t think you know how much you mean to me.

“I could say I love you and it would be true, without a doubt. But no matter how many times I say it, I’d never be able to make you understand the way you make me feel.”

I watched him as he walked out, his heart dangling from a string, pounding, pounding.

..."

Break time!

I can't go on like this! I have NO TIME for anything but writing... 100k is just too much. I mean, I could do it, on the expense of not finished my sister's birthday present and her killing me for it. ;-;

SO I decided to take a break today.

I have discovered my living muse

It's BEN!
He makes me able to write!

...either that or that thought of midnight approaching so dog-gone fast
>.> <.< >.<

Survived

Yes, my brain is mush. I thought you didn't even have to ask. But I MADE IT THROUGH ANOTHER DAY!

And I finally hit 20k

A new day

I woke up muse-less once again. One of these days, I think I'll fire her. She can't just keep walking away while on the job! I know, I'll get a new one. One with pretty, long hair. That'll show her.

Pray to God that I can finish my word count today.

I DID IT!!

Somehow, I survived! I did it! I wrote over 5, 240 words in one day! And I'm not starking mad, which, when you really think about it, is quite an accomplishment.

Total word count: 16, 787

Only 1, 733 words to go for today!

Another excerpt. Please keep in mind the fact that when one needs to write over 5,000 words in one day, everything becomes a blur.

It's all about quantity and not quality in November. Revision is all December...and January...and February...

"

My bed was against the right wall, in the middle, its white metal frame bent and twisted into strange curlicues. Above it was a huge framed poster of the movie Ever After, my favorite. Next to the bed was a small nightstand with a white lamp, and on the other side of the bed was a small bookshelf, filled with different kinds of books. On the opposite wall, though, was my desk. I would spend so many hours sitting in front of it, doing homework and school assignments. On top of it, sat a porcelain doll that I got for my fifth birthday.

Her name was Danessa, it said so on the card she came along with. I lost it shortly after taking her out of the box. I never tried to brush her long, curly black hair; my mom warned me against it, and I was so dreadfully afraid of ruining her. I did, however, change her dress many times and would always beg Mom to buy me new sets of clothing for her. I spent years playing with her, always so careful not to let anyone else touch her lest they drop her on her head.

I had long stopped playing with her, but she always stayed where I could see her, after all, she was the highlight of my childhood. I reached up to bring her down and look at her more closely. Even from above, I could see the exquisite details that I had before missed. I stood up high on my tiptoes, reaching blindly for her, brushing against her dress with my fingertips.

I did bring her down, although I wasn’t able to have her in my hands. Down, down, down, plummeting down, until she crashed against the desk and shattered into a million pieces and lay still. The beautiful white porcelain was strewn all over the desk, all over the floor, along with all my childhood memories."

^O.O^

Wow...So, this isn't as difficult as I thought it would be. I mustered up some 2.5K words already, leaving me with only 2, 740 more to go. And I thought I'd just post it here for my own reference, since no one else but me knows of this pages existence, lol.

I'll just take a ten minute break or so. Breaks are good.

-gasp-

Shoot me. You know, a nice, lead bullet would do. Just make sure you put it right through my head.


I'm 5, 240 words behind thanks to my dad who decided that I really needed to go to my grandparent's house, where I just sat around, unnoticed. And, on top of that, he didn't want to come back home early like he promised. No, we needed to return after dark... And by the time I got the computer, everyone, including him, was sitting around making noise and just plain keeping my muse in its grave.

On the bright side, now I have my own PC to work on. All I need to do is set it up somewhere in my room. If I can find a place to put it, that is.

Mwahahahahahahahahah

Well, I finished a lot faster than normal today. 3,756 words BEFORE 7:15!!!

This is a breakthrough!

Now, the total word count is...-dun dun dun- 10, 891

I made it!

I successfully reached today's word count goal! Actually, I went over 69 words, which isn't much, but it is a start.

I have a total of 7, 135 words in the novel. Only 92, 865 more to go.

So far...

1, 913 words...only 1, 420 more to go... I've got 5.5 hrs. to finish the word count. It's doable, right?

Word count

Yesterday, I barely made my word count...and it really took me all day to muster up a some measly 3, 743 words. But no, not today! Today I will go above and BEYOND my goal! I will not be typing frantically at 11:45 P.M.!

I will excel.

Dead muse

Well, my muse is still dead...And I have two hours to finish my daily word count goal. I mean, what the heck, I've only got 1,385 more words to go. -doom-

But I'll do it if it KILLS me!

An excerpt of my novel.

Pity me. My muse died. BUT I got this outta her first!

"I would always wonder if the poor souls stuck in a coma knew what was going on. Would they still be able to hear all the beeping sounds of their hospital room, filled with numerous machines that kept them somehow alive? What about the suppressed cries of their family members who still couldn’t face the reality of the situation? Would they hear all the ambulances wailing and screaming for the dying they carried within their wombs? Or would they hear angels singing to them, comforting them with their melodic tunes?

Now, if they could hear, they would probably be able to think…or at least I would hope so. They would suffer so much, hearing their family cry and despair hearing the doctor say that it was impossible to tell if they would wake. Would they even be aware of what was going on? Maybe they thought it was all a long, long dream that they couldn’t seem to get out of. A boring dream. Or a scary dream, where they were unable to change or do a single thing, not even move? Mainly, I think, it would be a sad dream.

But what if they didn’t think about those things? What if they remembered special moments that took place a long time ago…only happy things? Maybe they were thinking about a childhood pet they had that sadly passed on, or their wedding day. What if it really was like a dream, after all, where they would imagine that everything was possible. I think I would like that the best. Yes, that would be the best.

I wouldn’t want to hear, feel, or think. Just dream."

>.<

My must my muse die today?!