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Very productive day. I cleaned my room, exercised, and then bathed. Haha Not a single word written but at the end of the work day yesterday (four hours of writing and playing BookWorm) I'm at 11, 203 words. I'm feeling pretty confident at this juncture that I'm going to be able to complete the novel by November 30th.

It's day five of the National Novel Writing Month and I sat down this morning to write and ended up spending forty five minutes looking at newspapers, blogs, and updating Facebook. Blah. Haha I'm at 9,006 words so far. I was pretty proud of myself for having 6,010 words in the first day though. I had a story, I had a plan, I had a freaking plot ( Read more... )

Is it always Sunday? Is it always the precipice of work and weekend introspection/getting back to myself, that I stand on? It always feels like that. I hate spending Monday thru Thursday wishing for Friday and Saturday, hating the hand of the clock striking 12am, striking Sunday. Chiming in the end of totally being myself and spending my last free ( Read more... )

So, I think I'm giving up on the novel haha. I don't care about the street anymore. I don't care about biscuits and gravy and wrestling or anything anymore. I'm too old for this constant sitting around, waiting for shit to happen. Thirty two is way too old to wait for boys to grow up and figure out I'm a badass who they should want to be with. I ( Read more... )

I just want to cuddle with you. I feel like I need a paramore with this new job opportunity. Im only almost 23 but I feel like I should be more settled at this point for this.

It's two months until graduation. By March 16th I need to be employed and I have lit to no idea what I want to do or how long I want to stay in WV- at least a year but beyond that ( Read more... )

A brought up an interesting idea for a book, writing a fictisious memoir. I've always wanted to write a book. It's a common encouragement to tell people to write about something they know. I know my life, how it happened, what's going on now, wouldn't it be interesting to fuck up some of the details? I just finished writing a smut piece to an old ( Read more... )

My fake dating life is blossoming. I love it. S is just eating it up. I love lying and making up stories. It's so fucking entertaining. I once read this quote about lying, about how sometimes what we lie about is really the truth, not necessarily the content but what drives the content ( Read more... )