Passed 22K by some miracle about two hours ago. Should probably be working on my history project. Meh. Procrastination, what can I say?
The new link, "How Good is This?", is a blog from an OLD, OLD friend that I haven't kept in touch with since... summer of last year, I believe. (bad Shona!) Of course, most of that can be blamed on my computer melt-down, losing every link I owned, and my faulty memory in combination, but I don't like excuses.
So, soy sorry, Jim. Congrats on your relationship with Traci and the arrival of that ADORABLE doggie THAT I WANT FOR MYSELF, Eddie.
I'm glad I'm back in touch. ^_^ He has my favorite blog of all time, so I'm super happy I have the link again. Of course, he succeeded in melting my brand-new speakers (metaphorically speaking) with that horrible Tom Cruise video he posted. I think I about lost my marbles listening to that guy. >_> Click the link. You'll see what I'm talking about.
You might want to borrow some speakers.
Clip of the day:
And in Ireland, the Celts thrived before the iron fist of Caesar came down on them. The Celts knew their business They knew of the Other places -- that there was more than Earthen, Heaven, or Hell. They believed -- they kept the gods alive. They kept the tales true, kept them going, even through the aching rule of Caesar and the maddening reign of Augustus. The druids continued their practice, their magic-weaving and healing, their role as aides and messengers.
Until at last, new words were created:
"pagan" and "infidel", "myth and "lies", "religion" and "One God".
From the Prologue
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Wednesday, January 16, 2008
Monday, January 14, 2008
NaNoWriYe Day 14
Consistency Challenge is OVER! Wooo!
Part I has finally finished, meaning I'm now exploring the Otherworld. Current word count:
Circle of Nimue: 13,889
Butterfly Arc: 4,368
Random other stuff: ~1,000
Total: ~19,000
That number is, in fact, 1K off. So that's my goal for TONIGHT.
I WILL HIT 19K BEFORE MIDNIGHT.
Watch me. *shifty eyes*
In other news: the meet-up with Angelic Ambyance was a success. ^_^ She is awesome, doesn't breathe while she talks (seriously, she has gills or something, I admire her), and we're going to set up a nice writing buddy thinger. Somehow.
Also, my other writer buddy liked her, so whoo!
AND SWEENEY TODD DRIPS IN EPIC, EPIC WIN!
Clip of the Day:
"Never look back..."
"See what the future holds," he finished their childhood quote.
Time froze there, just then, in that lab. Around them, the world crystallized, turned into ice around her gun and his bright red Converses. He saw it then, in the limpid amber pools of her eyes, in the reflective brandy-colored jewels of her irises. He saw everything. He moved his hand and time shattered like an axe through ice, sending shards of it flying away from them in slow motion.
He leaned forward and smiled, hovering an inch away from her face. "I can see the future in your eyes."
"That's the only place it should be."
From Timeless Butterflies
Part I has finally finished, meaning I'm now exploring the Otherworld. Current word count:
Circle of Nimue: 13,889
Butterfly Arc: 4,368
Random other stuff: ~1,000
Total: ~19,000
That number is, in fact, 1K off. So that's my goal for TONIGHT.
I WILL HIT 19K BEFORE MIDNIGHT.
Watch me. *shifty eyes*
In other news: the meet-up with Angelic Ambyance was a success. ^_^ She is awesome, doesn't breathe while she talks (seriously, she has gills or something, I admire her), and we're going to set up a nice writing buddy thinger. Somehow.
Also, my other writer buddy liked her, so whoo!
AND SWEENEY TODD DRIPS IN EPIC, EPIC WIN!
Clip of the Day:
"Never look back..."
"See what the future holds," he finished their childhood quote.
Time froze there, just then, in that lab. Around them, the world crystallized, turned into ice around her gun and his bright red Converses. He saw it then, in the limpid amber pools of her eyes, in the reflective brandy-colored jewels of her irises. He saw everything. He moved his hand and time shattered like an axe through ice, sending shards of it flying away from them in slow motion.
He leaned forward and smiled, hovering an inch away from her face. "I can see the future in your eyes."
"That's the only place it should be."
From Timeless Butterflies
Friday, January 11, 2008
NaNoWriYe Day 11
2:30 p.m.
Haven't written anything today, I'm doing this from the school's computer lab. Oh, wait... I sneaked in about 200 words during Spanish class. (Yeah...heh.) Write the rest when I get home, I guess.
Meeting AngelicAmbyance/Amber at Western Plaza on Sunday. WOO! So excited. Western Plaza, Sunday 13, 5 pm for dinner and chatting, 6:30 pm for Sweeney Todd! < For those of my friends reading this blog). [Also, parranda tomorrow at 9 pm at Western, but I doubt I can go. Meh, and a Sol d'Menta concert tonight at 11:30 pm...ishk. SO MANY THINGS! No time. Suckaaaaage...]
And only 3 more days (counting today) for the Consistency Challege. Finish that, and I'm gonna break down for school.
7:30 pm
1.2 K written, and more coming! I am apparently inspired tonight. So, only two more days to polish off the consistency challenge! :) Also, I finished the Why Reed essay for my college application, AT LAST. Only one more essay, for Marlboro (Why Marlboro). Yishk. All these colleges wanting ego-boosts...
Clip of the day:
Lithe, elegant fingers danced over the cracks and knots in the grain. Sparks flew from her tips and Brigit swore she saw something green. Before her eyes, roots took hold of the edge of the table and something started to grow.
"There is still some good in this word, Brigit O'Shalley."
The sprout extended from its young green stalk and Brigit stared at it, eyes unwavering. A flower, a tiny closed bloom, and then as if sunlight had hit it and Brigit was watching in fast forward, the flower bloomed entirely, unfurling smooth petals and lifting out long pollen stalks.
Blue.
Deep, perfect blue, true blue, like the sky or the deepest ocean.
From Chapter V
Haven't written anything today, I'm doing this from the school's computer lab. Oh, wait... I sneaked in about 200 words during Spanish class. (Yeah...heh.) Write the rest when I get home, I guess.
Meeting AngelicAmbyance/Amber at Western Plaza on Sunday. WOO! So excited. Western Plaza, Sunday 13, 5 pm for dinner and chatting, 6:30 pm for Sweeney Todd! < For those of my friends reading this blog). [Also, parranda tomorrow at 9 pm at Western, but I doubt I can go. Meh, and a Sol d'Menta concert tonight at 11:30 pm...ishk. SO MANY THINGS! No time. Suckaaaaage...]
And only 3 more days (counting today) for the Consistency Challege. Finish that, and I'm gonna break down for school.
7:30 pm
1.2 K written, and more coming! I am apparently inspired tonight. So, only two more days to polish off the consistency challenge! :) Also, I finished the Why Reed essay for my college application, AT LAST. Only one more essay, for Marlboro (Why Marlboro). Yishk. All these colleges wanting ego-boosts...
Clip of the day:
Lithe, elegant fingers danced over the cracks and knots in the grain. Sparks flew from her tips and Brigit swore she saw something green. Before her eyes, roots took hold of the edge of the table and something started to grow.
"There is still some good in this word, Brigit O'Shalley."
The sprout extended from its young green stalk and Brigit stared at it, eyes unwavering. A flower, a tiny closed bloom, and then as if sunlight had hit it and Brigit was watching in fast forward, the flower bloomed entirely, unfurling smooth petals and lifting out long pollen stalks.
Blue.
Deep, perfect blue, true blue, like the sky or the deepest ocean.
From Chapter V
Tuesday, January 8, 2008
NaNoWriYe Day 8
Progress: 1.2 K made tonight. Mayhaps more later if I feel like it. >_>
Not bad. Missing only 1 story in the Butterfly Arc, which shall be full of smut, love, closure, and riding off into sunsets. Or something.
The Seventh Druid has finally gotten to the meaty part. It's about bloody time, I say!
Today's clip:
"I suppose you want me to let go of the messenger, too?" he sneered. Brigit snorted.
"Of course not," she dripped in sarcasm. "I'm perfectly happy with you making off with her to your tallest tower in Never-Never Land." The thief tightened his grip on the knife and drew blood. Marchudd didn't even hiss.
"You don't impress me, Brigit." The Fae messenger had wormed one hand into her cloak pocket, searching for something. "What are you going to do? Monkey-boy here has his dagger to my throat and this foreigner has his sword with mine."
"Perhaps, Marchudd, you should pay less attention to me and more attention to your surroundings," she said wryly. He whirled his head around – the dagger scratched along his throat, exposing flesh and blood – he cringed, his grip loosening – and the Fae jabbed his stomach with her tiny throwing knife – again, and again, and again.
"You – bitch!"
From Chapter IV
Not bad. Missing only 1 story in the Butterfly Arc, which shall be full of smut, love, closure, and riding off into sunsets. Or something.
The Seventh Druid has finally gotten to the meaty part. It's about bloody time, I say!
Today's clip:
"I suppose you want me to let go of the messenger, too?" he sneered. Brigit snorted.
"Of course not," she dripped in sarcasm. "I'm perfectly happy with you making off with her to your tallest tower in Never-Never Land." The thief tightened his grip on the knife and drew blood. Marchudd didn't even hiss.
"You don't impress me, Brigit." The Fae messenger had wormed one hand into her cloak pocket, searching for something. "What are you going to do? Monkey-boy here has his dagger to my throat and this foreigner has his sword with mine."
"Perhaps, Marchudd, you should pay less attention to me and more attention to your surroundings," she said wryly. He whirled his head around – the dagger scratched along his throat, exposing flesh and blood – he cringed, his grip loosening – and the Fae jabbed his stomach with her tiny throwing knife – again, and again, and again.
"You – bitch!"
From Chapter IV
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