<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432559596972244061</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Sat, 01 Aug 2009 08:39:31 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Writing in the roses red</title><description>My rantings about my first NaNoWriMo attempt!</description><link>http://writingtherosesred.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>yourjellybaby@yahoo.com (Elen)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>44</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432559596972244061.post-6967180556730251055</guid><pubDate>Mon, 13 Oct 2008 22:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-13T15:56:46.202-07:00</atom:updated><title>Woo-hoo</title><description>I finished the basic plot outline &lt;br /&gt;=]&lt;br /&gt;Course this won't make sense to anyone but me, lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basic Outline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I. Beginning (VERY SHORT!)&lt;br /&gt; A. Intro ("My parents gave me the talk when I was ten...")&lt;br /&gt;  1. Vampires and VIS&lt;br /&gt;   a. Hates vampires&lt;br /&gt;   b. Has heard many terrible stories&lt;br /&gt;  2. Parents never payed attention to her&lt;br /&gt;   a. nanny&lt;br /&gt;   b. always busy&lt;br /&gt;  3. Getting close to her mom &lt;br /&gt;  4. Coma (no conciousness of coma, only of dream)&lt;br /&gt;"That was the beginning of the most wonderful, but terrible, part of my life"&lt;br /&gt;II. Changes&lt;br /&gt; A. Wakes up in lab&lt;br /&gt;  1. Sees only bright/white when she first wakes up&lt;br /&gt; B. Carmen tells her right away about vampire blood&lt;br /&gt;  1. Vivian says nothing about dream&lt;br /&gt;  2. Doesn't want to look like a freak or look like she overexaggerates things&lt;br /&gt; C. Discovers her new abilities&lt;br /&gt;  1. excelent vision&lt;br /&gt;  2. super hearing&lt;br /&gt;  3. hightened sense of smell&lt;br /&gt;  4. (developes brightness in eyes over the next day)&lt;br /&gt; D. Is overwhelmed and cannot control abilities&lt;br /&gt; E. Matt visits her&lt;br /&gt;  1. brings her flowers&lt;br /&gt;  2. says he loves her&lt;br /&gt;"And I could just say that I love you, but that wouldn't be enough, because no matter how many times I say it, I don't think that I will ever be able to make you understand the way that you make me feel"&lt;br /&gt; F. Released from VIS (not really pressured to join)&lt;br /&gt;  (vague dream...doesn't see Abel)&lt;br /&gt;  1. Discovers sensitivity to sun&lt;br /&gt; G. Learning ability enhanced (found out by doing schoolwork)&lt;br /&gt; H. Goes out with Mathew for dinner&lt;br /&gt;  1. uses her special contacts and sunblock&lt;br /&gt;  2. Feels panic (Abel being confronted by coven, wondering if he was followed back  and if they were all in danger)&lt;br /&gt; I. Dreams&lt;br /&gt;  1. Sees Abel &lt;br /&gt;III. Abel and Mathew&lt;br /&gt; A. Mixed feelings&lt;br /&gt;  1. Attracted to Abel&lt;br /&gt;  2. Hates his attitude&lt;br /&gt;  3. Hates him for being a vampire&lt;br /&gt; (B. Abel refuses to talk to her&lt;br /&gt;  1. ignores her&lt;br /&gt;  2. she tries to ignore him, yet wants to be close to him&lt;br /&gt; C. Is afraid to tell parents)&lt;br /&gt; D. Starts spending more time with Matt&lt;br /&gt;  1. Matt tells Vivian that others miss her&lt;br /&gt;  2. She isn't eager to spend time with others&lt;br /&gt;   a. feels too different&lt;br /&gt;  3. Starts being able to control her senses &lt;br /&gt; E. Feels connected to Matt through VIS&lt;br /&gt; (D. Abel acknoledges her&lt;br /&gt;  1. calls her by last name&lt;br /&gt;  2. starts responding to her, talking to her&lt;br /&gt;  3. self-centered, vain, and proud&lt;br /&gt;  4. doesn't lie about feeding habits&lt;br /&gt; F. She becomes more and more curious about vampires)&lt;br /&gt;"I will figure you out, Abel. You talk the talk, but I can feel that there's so much more to you than you would want me to know."&lt;br /&gt;IV. Vampires&lt;br /&gt; A. Joins VIS&lt;br /&gt;  1. They are very happy to take her&lt;br /&gt; B. Starts training&lt;br /&gt;  1. They have high expectations for her&lt;br /&gt;  2. Matt is envious that she is able to train, but secretly doesn't want that for himself&lt;br /&gt;   a. tells her about his mother's expectations for him and how he wants to get away from it all&lt;br /&gt; C. Starts having real conversations with Abel&lt;br /&gt;  1. gets to know about his past life&lt;br /&gt;   a. born in France&lt;br /&gt;   b. had family&lt;br /&gt;   c. lost everything&lt;br /&gt;  2. Vivian understands why he's afraid to let people close&lt;br /&gt; D. Passes physical training&lt;br /&gt;  1. Starts the research part of training&lt;br /&gt;   a. First vampire&lt;br /&gt;   b. nothing she didn't know before&lt;br /&gt; E. She and Abel get really close&lt;br /&gt;  1. They open up to each other&lt;br /&gt;  2. Trust each other&lt;br /&gt;   a. Finds out that her mother was using her as bait&lt;br /&gt;  3. Abel starts showing a more caring side&lt;br /&gt;   a. She starts falling in love with him&lt;br /&gt;"We started melting into one person, the way that watercolor paints blend together and make a completely new picture than that before"&lt;br /&gt;V. Escape&lt;br /&gt; A. Graduation ceremony for VIS at lakehouse&lt;br /&gt; B. They are attacked by vampires&lt;br /&gt;  1. Abel and Vivian see each other for the first time through sliding back door&lt;br /&gt; C. Abel takes Vivian by the hand and they leave to the coven&lt;br /&gt;  1. Vampires live in underground chaimbers under a popular night club&lt;br /&gt;  2. Each has own room&lt;br /&gt;   a. His room filled with garlic to hide the scent of everything he brings into the room&lt;br /&gt;  3. Crawls into freezer with him&lt;br /&gt;"And at that moment, I looked into his eyes and desperatetly wished that he would kiss me. But, instead, he opened the door back up and lifted himself out, then turned around and mouthed the words 'Keep quiet"&lt;br /&gt; D. Coven leader enters his room&lt;br /&gt;  1. Hates that he keeps garlic in his room&lt;br /&gt;  2. Thinks he's working on novel&lt;br /&gt; E. Starts talking about Vivian&lt;br /&gt;  1. Doesn't know exactly what she is, but knows that she isn't full vampire or human&lt;br /&gt;   a. Mentions that she smells a lot like him&lt;br /&gt;  2. Wants all vampires alert and looking for her&lt;br /&gt;  3. Sees her as a threats&lt;br /&gt;   a. wants Vivian dead&lt;br /&gt; F. Leaves to look for Vivian&lt;br /&gt; G. Vivian doesn't want to cause him any problems&lt;br /&gt; H. Leaves&lt;br /&gt;  1. Runs into club, loses Abel&lt;br /&gt; I. returns home&lt;br /&gt;  1. Overhears mother on phone being told to put "her experiment down"&lt;br /&gt;  2. Mother agrees coldheartedly&lt;br /&gt; J. Doesn't know where to go&lt;br /&gt;  1. Calls Matt&lt;br /&gt;  2. Goes to his house (Mother looking for her)&lt;br /&gt;  3. Dawn&lt;br /&gt;   a. Matt hids Vivian in cellar&lt;br /&gt;   b. his mother comes home and goes straight to bed&lt;br /&gt;VI. End&lt;br /&gt; A. Dreams with Abel, tells him where she is, why she left&lt;br /&gt; B. Plan to meet up on the corner of the bell tower (across the street from where she and Matt went out to dinner)&lt;br /&gt; C. Dusk&lt;br /&gt;  1. Matt's mother leaves again&lt;br /&gt;   a. tells Matt to head for the city&lt;br /&gt;"There will be a lot of blood spilt tonight... And she will be there. I won't let you see it." (Matt's mom)&lt;br /&gt;  2. Drives Vivian to tower&lt;br /&gt;"We were meant to be together, Viv. That is, if things would have gone right..."&lt;br /&gt;"...I know...I could have really loved you."&lt;br /&gt;  3. Mathew kisses her before she gets out&lt;br /&gt;   a. she doesn't push him away, but she doesn't kiss him back&lt;br /&gt;  4. Abel waiting for her&lt;br /&gt; D. They start running (no specified direction)&lt;br /&gt; E. Coven leader finds them&lt;br /&gt;  1. Is surprised to see Vivian with Abel&lt;br /&gt;  2. Is even more surprised that he protects her&lt;br /&gt; F. VIS hunting coven leader&lt;br /&gt;  1. They were following her&lt;br /&gt;  2. Vampires following VIS&lt;br /&gt; G. War breaks out between VIS and the vampire coven&lt;br /&gt;  1. They attack each other&lt;br /&gt;  2. Temporarily forget about Vivian&lt;br /&gt;  3. Vivian sees her father &lt;br /&gt;   a. father does love her&lt;br /&gt;   b. distracts vampires to allow her to leave&lt;br /&gt; I. Vivian and Abel leave&lt;br /&gt;  1. See Matt driving away in the distance&lt;br /&gt;   a. finally free from it all&lt;br /&gt;"You know they will be after us when it's over..."&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah...(silence) I hope you know I love you."&lt;br /&gt;"I do." &lt;br /&gt;"Good."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2432559596972244061-6967180556730251055?l=writingtherosesred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://writingtherosesred.blogspot.com/2008/10/woo-hoo.html</link><author>yourjellybaby@yahoo.com (Elen)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432559596972244061.post-2440838040986545334</guid><pubDate>Sat, 11 Oct 2008 22:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-11T16:28:39.201-07:00</atom:updated><title>Plot changes</title><description>So.. I've decided to majorly change some important things in the plot. Like...super big changes. I'm getting rid of some characters, changing some characters...and my MC's parents are going to be bad, bad people. =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2432559596972244061-2440838040986545334?l=writingtherosesred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://writingtherosesred.blogspot.com/2008/10/plot-changes.html</link><author>yourjellybaby@yahoo.com (Elen)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432559596972244061.post-4377866210510885247</guid><pubDate>Thu, 09 Oct 2008 03:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-08T20:42:23.555-07:00</atom:updated><title>Getting ready for nano '08!!</title><description>As y'all know, I got pretty sick last year in November, and, although I totally reached and passed the 50k word count, I DID NOT finish the novel. So, for this year, I'm redoing the novel. Sort of. I am changing a couple of major things...no biggie =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm starting the new outline, which should be up pretty soon =] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's ignore the fact that I should be doing hw right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2432559596972244061-4377866210510885247?l=writingtherosesred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://writingtherosesred.blogspot.com/2008/10/getting-ready-for-nano-08.html</link><author>yourjellybaby@yahoo.com (Elen)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432559596972244061.post-4319820124663449901</guid><pubDate>Tue, 27 Nov 2007 09:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-11-27T01:02:42.029-08:00</atom:updated><title>Sick. Er.</title><description>Stupid cold...stupid meds that make my body ache...stupid unhealthiness!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2432559596972244061-4319820124663449901?l=writingtherosesred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://writingtherosesred.blogspot.com/2007/11/sick-er.html</link><author>yourjellybaby@yahoo.com (Elen)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432559596972244061.post-250442166039515865</guid><pubDate>Wed, 21 Nov 2007 06:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-11-20T22:57:03.965-08:00</atom:updated><title>Slowing down...</title><description>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. &gt;.&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2432559596972244061-250442166039515865?l=writingtherosesred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://writingtherosesred.blogspot.com/2007/11/slowing-down.html</link><author>yourjellybaby@yahoo.com (Elen)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432559596972244061.post-6503988116525949315</guid><pubDate>Tue, 20 Nov 2007 07:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-11-19T23:51:23.406-08:00</atom:updated><title>I MADE IT</title><description>That's right!! 50k words in 20 days!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2432559596972244061-6503988116525949315?l=writingtherosesred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://writingtherosesred.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-made-it_19.html</link><author>yourjellybaby@yahoo.com (Elen)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432559596972244061.post-7771887535184684419</guid><pubDate>Mon, 19 Nov 2007 09:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-11-19T01:30:50.216-08:00</atom:updated><title>bleh</title><description>so behind...&lt;br /&gt;...eyes burning from staring at the screen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remind me why I am doing this, please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2432559596972244061-7771887535184684419?l=writingtherosesred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://writingtherosesred.blogspot.com/2007/11/bleh.html</link><author>yourjellybaby@yahoo.com (Elen)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432559596972244061.post-6993709270141020275</guid><pubDate>Sat, 17 Nov 2007 19:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-11-17T11:02:46.895-08:00</atom:updated><title>I know this is off subject, but.....</title><description>I JUST GOT MY ACCEPTANCE LETTER FROM MJC!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M GOING TO COLLEGE, BABY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I think I'll take a little break today. After all, I hit 41k yesterday...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2432559596972244061-6993709270141020275?l=writingtherosesred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://writingtherosesred.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-know-this-is-off-subject-but.html</link><author>yourjellybaby@yahoo.com (Elen)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432559596972244061.post-3443282622141745998</guid><pubDate>Sat, 17 Nov 2007 17:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-11-17T09:42:45.517-08:00</atom:updated><title>Guess what day it is today...</title><description>That's right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my BIRTHDAY!!! I am now, officially, an adult.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2432559596972244061-3443282622141745998?l=writingtherosesred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://writingtherosesred.blogspot.com/2007/11/guess-what-day-it-is-today.html</link><author>yourjellybaby@yahoo.com (Elen)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432559596972244061.post-295738502598865539</guid><pubDate>Fri, 16 Nov 2007 08:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-11-16T00:16:47.897-08:00</atom:updated><title>New excerpt</title><description>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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.”&lt;br /&gt; 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.”&lt;br /&gt; “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. &lt;br /&gt; “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.”&lt;br /&gt; “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. &lt;br /&gt; “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. &lt;br /&gt;“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.&lt;br /&gt; “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. &lt;br /&gt; “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. &lt;br /&gt;“You could be surprised at what you learn, darling.”&lt;br /&gt; 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. &lt;br /&gt; 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. &lt;br /&gt; “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. &lt;br /&gt; “You rest here, and I enjoy watching you take pleasure in all the small things.”&lt;br /&gt; “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.&lt;br /&gt; “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.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2432559596972244061-295738502598865539?l=writingtherosesred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://writingtherosesred.blogspot.com/2007/11/new-excerpt.html</link><author>yourjellybaby@yahoo.com (Elen)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432559596972244061.post-3187663095783315551</guid><pubDate>Fri, 16 Nov 2007 08:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-11-16T00:11:23.704-08:00</atom:updated><title>Inching along</title><description>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. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started part 3 already...I should finish it by Saturday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2432559596972244061-3187663095783315551?l=writingtherosesred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://writingtherosesred.blogspot.com/2007/11/inching-along.html</link><author>yourjellybaby@yahoo.com (Elen)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432559596972244061.post-3927338279417205728</guid><pubDate>Tue, 13 Nov 2007 08:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-11-13T00:10:36.813-08:00</atom:updated><title>New twist</title><description>Sooo...&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, because he's in love with her, he could kill Abel and eventually win her over again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he lets her go...with another guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-tears-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2432559596972244061-3927338279417205728?l=writingtherosesred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://writingtherosesred.blogspot.com/2007/11/new-twist.html</link><author>yourjellybaby@yahoo.com (Elen)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432559596972244061.post-4401658489632331424</guid><pubDate>Tue, 13 Nov 2007 07:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-11-13T00:07:12.397-08:00</atom:updated><title>&gt;.&gt; new outline</title><description>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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part II.&lt;br /&gt;==Vivian learns of V.I.S./vampire blood in her==&lt;br /&gt;-Goes down to headquarters with Dad&lt;br /&gt;==Trip to the movies with friends==&lt;br /&gt;-Mathew's hiccups get them kicked out&lt;br /&gt;-She receives gifts at the dinner &lt;br /&gt;=Starts basic V.I.S. training&lt;br /&gt;-Realizes Mathew's parents are involved&lt;br /&gt;-Mathew is aware of vampires&lt;br /&gt;==She is able to confide in him&lt;br /&gt;-Slowly tells him of what was 'wrong' with her&lt;br /&gt;==She starts trusting Abel==&lt;br /&gt;-he opens up to her, trusting her as well&lt;br /&gt;-they get along better&lt;br /&gt;-he lets her know more about his 'kind'&lt;br /&gt;==she falls in love with him ((unwritten))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2432559596972244061-4401658489632331424?l=writingtherosesred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://writingtherosesred.blogspot.com/2007/11/new-outline.html</link><author>yourjellybaby@yahoo.com (Elen)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432559596972244061.post-860674849793141867</guid><pubDate>Mon, 12 Nov 2007 03:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-11-11T19:55:54.431-08:00</atom:updated><title>Why?! Why?!</title><description>I'm ill. In nanowrimo. Why is life so unfair?! -tears-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I will get through...eve if it kills me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2432559596972244061-860674849793141867?l=writingtherosesred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://writingtherosesred.blogspot.com/2007/11/why-why.html</link><author>yourjellybaby@yahoo.com (Elen)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432559596972244061.post-4757567307895182823</guid><pubDate>Sat, 10 Nov 2007 07:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-11-09T23:57:29.095-08:00</atom:updated><title>Working under pressure</title><description>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?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hit 26k today. Even though I spent almost all day at a friend's house. But no pressure, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2432559596972244061-4757567307895182823?l=writingtherosesred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://writingtherosesred.blogspot.com/2007/11/working-under-pressure.html</link><author>yourjellybaby@yahoo.com (Elen)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432559596972244061.post-8858560806841318977</guid><pubDate>Fri, 09 Nov 2007 08:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-11-09T00:15:35.751-08:00</atom:updated><title>Moving along</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.nanowrimo.org/NanowrimoUtils/MyMonth/200008-goal=30000-pc.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.nanowrimo.org/NanowrimoUtils/MyMonth/200008-goal=30000-pc.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am amazed at my new found abilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out this cool little gadget. It's my writing calender thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2432559596972244061-8858560806841318977?l=writingtherosesred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://writingtherosesred.blogspot.com/2007/11/moving-along.html</link><author>yourjellybaby@yahoo.com (Elen)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432559596972244061.post-4819965187181854886</guid><pubDate>Thu, 08 Nov 2007 22:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-11-08T14:44:14.056-08:00</atom:updated><title>Lowering word count</title><description>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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, I could do it. But it would drive me mad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2432559596972244061-4819965187181854886?l=writingtherosesred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://writingtherosesred.blogspot.com/2007/11/lowering-word-count.html</link><author>yourjellybaby@yahoo.com (Elen)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432559596972244061.post-8483470605437891810</guid><pubDate>Thu, 08 Nov 2007 07:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-11-07T23:07:45.191-08:00</atom:updated><title>Although I didn't write today, I still have a goodie for you</title><description>Yet another short excerpt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: The guy who is addressing Vivian IS NOT Abel (aka the vampire)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;“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. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyTextIndent" style="text-indent: 0in; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;“I could say I love you and it would be true, without a doubt. But no matter how many times I say it,&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’d never be able to make you understand the way you make me feel.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyTextIndent" style="text-indent: 0in; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;I watched him as he walked out, his heart dangling from a string, pounding, pounding.&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyTextIndent" style="text-indent: 0in; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2432559596972244061-8483470605437891810?l=writingtherosesred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://writingtherosesred.blogspot.com/2007/11/although-i-didnt-write-today-i-still.html</link><author>yourjellybaby@yahoo.com (Elen)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432559596972244061.post-8866785875876558275</guid><pubDate>Wed, 07 Nov 2007 20:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-11-07T12:24:18.118-08:00</atom:updated><title>Break time!</title><description>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. ;-;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO I decided to take a break today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2432559596972244061-8866785875876558275?l=writingtherosesred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://writingtherosesred.blogspot.com/2007/11/break-time.html</link><author>yourjellybaby@yahoo.com (Elen)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432559596972244061.post-4635587831222894375</guid><pubDate>Wed, 07 Nov 2007 07:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-11-06T23:37:03.722-08:00</atom:updated><title>I have discovered my living muse</title><description>It's BEN!&lt;br /&gt;He makes me able to write!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...either that or that thought of midnight approaching so dog-gone fast&lt;br /&gt;&gt;.&gt;  &lt;.&lt;  &gt;.&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2432559596972244061-4635587831222894375?l=writingtherosesred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://writingtherosesred.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-have-discovered-my-living-muse.html</link><author>yourjellybaby@yahoo.com (Elen)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432559596972244061.post-8719943727437269669</guid><pubDate>Wed, 07 Nov 2007 07:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-11-06T23:30:55.524-08:00</atom:updated><title>Survived</title><description>Yes, my brain is mush. I thought you didn't even have to ask. But I MADE IT THROUGH ANOTHER DAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I finally hit 20k&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2432559596972244061-8719943727437269669?l=writingtherosesred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://writingtherosesred.blogspot.com/2007/11/survived.html</link><author>yourjellybaby@yahoo.com (Elen)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432559596972244061.post-773721631184646410</guid><pubDate>Tue, 06 Nov 2007 20:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-11-06T12:41:12.306-08:00</atom:updated><title>A new day</title><description>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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray to God that I can finish my word count today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2432559596972244061-773721631184646410?l=writingtherosesred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://writingtherosesred.blogspot.com/2007/11/new-day.html</link><author>yourjellybaby@yahoo.com (Elen)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432559596972244061.post-2998669673416150857</guid><pubDate>Tue, 06 Nov 2007 07:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-11-05T23:46:14.715-08:00</atom:updated><title>I DID IT!!</title><description>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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total word count: 16, 787&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2432559596972244061-2998669673416150857?l=writingtherosesred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://writingtherosesred.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-did-it.html</link><author>yourjellybaby@yahoo.com (Elen)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432559596972244061.post-8821797124558760486</guid><pubDate>Tue, 06 Nov 2007 05:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-11-05T23:45:01.916-08:00</atom:updated><title>Only 1, 733 words to go for today!</title><description>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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all about quantity and not quality in November. Revision is all December...and January...and February...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"  &lt;p class="MsoBodyTextIndent" style="text-indent: 0in; line-height: normal;"&gt;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 &lt;i&gt;Ever After, &lt;/i&gt;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. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyTextIndent" style="text-indent: 0in; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;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. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyTextIndent" style="text-indent: 0in; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;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. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyTextIndent" style="text-indent: 0in; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyTextIndent" style="text-indent: 0in; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;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." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2432559596972244061-8821797124558760486?l=writingtherosesred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://writingtherosesred.blogspot.com/2007/11/only-1-733-words-to-go-for-today.html</link><author>yourjellybaby@yahoo.com (Elen)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2432559596972244061.post-7065393297192508986</guid><pubDate>Mon, 05 Nov 2007 20:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-11-05T12:52:33.813-08:00</atom:updated><title>^O.O^</title><description>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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll just take a ten minute break or so. Breaks are good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2432559596972244061-7065393297192508986?l=writingtherosesred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://writingtherosesred.blogspot.com/2007/11/oo.html</link><author>yourjellybaby@yahoo.com (Elen)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>