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Mar. 27th, 2011 | 04:04 pm

Hi Livejournal. What's up. I'm kind of on Tumblr right now and I never meant it to be a serious thing, but Tumblr is easy. You just reblog stuff. You don't even have to post. Which is why a) I didn't think I'd get into Tumblr, and b) Why I'm now into Tumblr.

Oops.

But people I know IRL follow me on Tumblr. Idk I'm just kind of all over the place right now. I'm really questioning my every decision, I feel like I can't make the right choice. I've been less creative and I hate it. It makes me feel worthless to not be able to make something. I don't know if I trust the people around me. Well I don't know. I don't distrust anyone specifically. It's more that I just feel like I usually manage to bond closely with the friends I make, and I don't have that here, I have people I hang out with.

This girl I know is so clingy. I can't fucking stand it. We were at a party last night and she follows me everywhere, she stands behind my chair and is constantly asking me if I'm okay out of fucking nowhere. I hate to be crowded. It's so goddamn annoying and if I try to get some space she acts like I'm being some huge bitch and sulks over how I'm being "mean" to her.

I want to change colleges, partially because I don't like it here and partially because I feel like I should have gotten some kind of trial run before starting something of this magnitude.

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NaNo Check-In Day 6

Nov. 6th, 2010 | 07:43 pm



OKAY NANOWRIMO KITTY I WILL TRY MY BEST TO SAVE YOU


8274 / 50000 words. 17% done!

On Thursday I didn't do my last 500 words; on Friday I didn't do anything. So far today I've done ~2000 and this post is really just a brief diversion before I go do another 2k.

-- My protagonist is now headed to Indiana, to a superhero research facility

-- This novel's focus might be completely and totally different from what I originally thought it was going to be, but that's okay BECAUSE:

-- My novel is awesome.

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That last bit? I wrote myself into a corner, and then I plotted my way out. I really like where this is going.

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NaNo Check-In Day 3

Nov. 3rd, 2010 | 09:48 pm

I know this blog has been inactive for a million billion years so if you'd like to defriend me I won't mind.

There, we've got that done with. For those of you still with me, I'm going to try to do some NaNo check-ins and sort of post what I'm up to, my favorite sentences, etc.


4112 / 50000 words. 8% done!


On Neddy Galloway: "Neddy was pale, though whether that was hereditary or due to hours spent typing indoors was debatable. She had heavy eyebrows and frizzy black hair that had to be tied back at all times so as to keep it from eating combs, cigarettes, and pencils. Her eyes were dark, narrow, and thickly lashed. Her mouth was wide and thinly-lipped, her jaw solidly defined. She was generally described as either striking or shifty, depending on who was talking. She was tall for a woman, but slouched habitually, and thin, because – as Cormac's wife, Lea, was perfectly aware – she didn't always eat enough."

On Phaethon, the Hero: " “He's better than a movie,” Neddy remarked, snapping photos of the dead criminal on the steps, the marble-sized hole burnt through his skull. "

On Cormac, Neddy's Best Friend: "Cormac was inside. She could see him through the window. He was unconscious, had to be, the airbag holding him up against the seat, blood dripping slow trails down through his hair. Head injury. A bad one, even. Neddy yanked at the mutilated driver's side door, which stubbornly refused to open. Her arm ached. “Call the cops,” she yelled at the nearest person, some stupid gawker, some fucking rubbernecker who instead of looking at her bloody, passed-out, probably dying friend was looking up into the sky. "

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What time is it?

Nov. 1st, 2010 | 05:03 pm
music: Beethoven

Nanowrimo time!


1213 / 50000 words. 2% done!

So what's your word count? What's your first sentence? Can you summarize your novel in a haiku? I can!

Lois Lane on drugs
investigates Superman
gets way more crazy.

My first sentence: Neddy Galloway knew her day was looking up when her arresting officer arrived at the building where she was being held.

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Dreams

Aug. 5th, 2010 | 02:55 pm

I tend to have really intense, consistent dreams. When I say consistent, I mean there's a basic plot and I stick to it. There are no dancing hippopotami, ever. I don't remember the last time I had a wacky, hilarious, silly dream. I dream predominantly in action-adventure.

Sometimes, I really like my dreams. I mean, of course I would. I want adventure. I had a dream where I was a spy with top-secret information, taking it to a drop point, and the world the dream took place in was incredibly cool. I was riding in a hover train designed like a steam engine, which snaked through a desert canyon. It was like steampunk plus the apocalypse plus the future, and a little bit of deep south in the design of the clothes and the houses. I would love to set a story there. My dreams are super, super cool.

But my dreams are also thematically linked. There's this feeling of desperation that keeps coming up, like an anxiety dream where you need to get a certain thing done. I had a dream that I was in New Orleans, in front of three houses, each of them very tall and thin and ramshackle. I was looking for someone in them, a girl I had to protect or save, I'm not sure which, I just knew I had to find her. It's feelings like that, where I'm looking for someone or trying to help someone. They always come up. I run around the dream and get hurt and am terrified, and then the person I am looking for almost always dies. (Warning: Long dream ramble after this point.) The hover train dream? In the end, I made it to the drop point, an almost empty bed and breakfast. There was an old woman and a young man there. The phone, which I needed to use, didn't work, so the old woman sent me upstairs. The young man told me not to go up. He said it looked scary or something, he was trying to stop me because I was a girl. I thought it was funny, because he didn't know I was a spy. I told him that if I wasn't down in five minutes, he could come up and look for me. Then I went up the stairs. From the outside, it looked like a three-story house, but I just kept going up and up with no end in sight. After a while I realized the young guy was going to come up after me, and he'd have to keep going up, too, and he'd be trapped, and the old woman was a double agent who had sent me upstairs to trap me. And I had no way of telling him not to go up, even though he didn't deserve anything so bad. (end of ramble.)

I would say the most common themes in my dreams are: I am running to find someone who cannot be found; I am trying to protect someone particularly death-prone; I am fighting someone or something that I cannot win against. These are kind of depressing, but not really scary. However, recently my dreams have taken a turn for the fucking nightmarish.

Last night in my dream, I was in this area full of hills and empty houses. The houses were easy to break into -- in fact, we had more trouble getting them to lock from the inside. I was with a group of about five people. I knew more about the situation than they did, so I had to stop them from freaking out and show them how to defend themselves. Basically, there were a bunch of people who were kind of like werewolves. As soon as night fell, they turned into various animals and tried to kill everyone. We had to barricade ourselves in the houses and hide from them, because even a tiny scratch from one of them would turn you into an animal, too. More often they would try to disembowel people.

The thing that made it really creepy, though, was that they weren't just dumb animals wandering around. They stood upright and thought like people. They could laugh. They got into the house we were hiding in -- they saw us because we lit some candles -- and one of them, a bear, maybe? grabbed me from behind. I was fighting back, but I didn't really have a weapon. It was kind of useless.

I woke up from this dream absolutely certain that I was going to die. The feelings it gave me, of basic dumb terror and being trapped, were so real that I had to really convince myself it wasn't happening.

I recently had another dream about being hunted down, which I'm not going to elaborate on, because I've talked a lot about my dreams so far and that seems plenty self indulgent. But there were a lot of similarities between the two. And when I wake up from these dreams, the second I close my eyes, I fall right back into them.

I don't know. I don't really have a point here. Do you, writer-friends, dream in plots this way? Are my dreams trying to tell me something? Does this shit seem as creepy to you as it does to me, or is it silly if you haven't experienced it? Am I insane? Give me insight.
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Hurt/Comfort Bingo

Jun. 9th, 2010 | 10:00 pm

As you well know, I adore hurt/comfort (well... hurt) and will write it basically whenever. So here is my bingo card! Much like hoosierbitch I am leaving this post open to prompts. So if you see "headaches" and think, "I would love to see xyz having a headache!" tell me! And I will try to write it, unless I have an idea I like more.

ETA: I really want to write Holmes fic, you guys. Just fyi. And this DOES have to be fanfiction, no original fic!

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May. 21st, 2010 | 01:44 am


MY THREAD HERE
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contest!

May. 2nd, 2010 | 11:38 pm

Word Count: 4446
It's about an Indiana Jones style librarian. Puns happen.

LIBRARIAN AT LARGECollapse )

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May. 2nd, 2010 | 12:58 am

THE RP USERNAME MeME



Remember, the contest ends when Sunday ends!
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PANTS-KICKING

Apr. 25th, 2010 | 10:43 pm

omiscully and I are doing a tiny writing contest. Not even a contest. A throw-down, at best. Because who DOESN'T need to write more? If you want to compete, here are the rules!

- It's all week long, sunday to sunday.
- The story should be continuous
- The most words wins
- Post your product to LJ when you're done!

If you're doing it, crosspost this! And comment, I'll put your name on this entry.


COMPETITORS:
smokexscribbles
omiscully
freezedancer
finaldestiny192
ari_raid
xturncoatxiii
iambickilometer
hoosierbitch

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