Erg, so tired. Anyway, the news I've been dying to share, but fell asleep before putting it anywhere other than tumblr:



Finished the 50k challenge.

Better yet?
Finished the draft.

...

Oh holy shit, I wrote a book.

Things you can't google for:
-the next sentence for your novel
-titles to instrumental songs
-sanity



right now:


tonight's goal: 41k

Yeeeah, I'm really behind. Whatever. 5k/day will get me to the finish line. 3k, I can do, 4k is stretching it but still possible. 5k is... rather unlikely. I'm not giving up, though. Even if I reeeally want to.

Tomorrow there's a write in at the BPL, and I'm going. I've been such a boring shut-in, and I'm starting to itch to meet people again. Maybe this one will suck as much the ones around here have, in which case, woohoo I got at least 2k from the train rides in and out! And if they're awesome? AWESOME.

*wants nothing more than to go to sleep*

The best part about writtenkitten.net is that it breaks everything down into 100 word chunks (more if you want it. I don't.) 100 words isn't that much, and is pretty easy to get. It's better than writeordie, for me, because I respond poorly to negative stimuli (or, rather, I respond really well to it, but that response - heightened anxiety - makes it harder to write. Yay, defeating the purpose.) Now I have all the time I need when I need to pause to think of a word that I want, or to plan the next scene out, or re-think how I believe a character would react to something. And when I'm done getting lost in my imagination - the ONLY PART of this whole thing that I enjoy - and get the words out, like MAGIC, I get PICTURES OF KITTENS. So, yay, 100 more words, which sometimes doesn't take long to get, and then OMG LOOKIT, IT'S SO CUUUUTE. It's just a win ALL AROUND.

I'm already 800 further along tonight than I thought I'd be. I'm still 8k behind, but as that's around (or not THAT much more than?) how far behind I was last week, at least I didn't slip further behind...woo?

I can still make it I can still make it I can still make it...

TWENTY THOUSAND. FUCK YES.

Ok, considering the fact that I didn't write for four days this month, it actually took me 12 days to hit 20k. So I should be able to hit 40k by the 28th. But then I'd have 2 days to get another 10k D:

Welp, THAT'S sure as shit never going to happen. So I need to aim for a minimum 2k per day from now on(and that actually wouldn't get me to 50k by the 30th either, but whatever, that's just a daily minimum, I'll get more than that some days...) I'm going to try and bang out another 1-2k this afternoon, and maybe more before bed (but that's unlikely to happen; today's filladex day.)

I don't have to work the two days after thanksgiving, so maybe those can be two more 3k days. (3k really seems to be my daily max. I'm completely fried after squeezing that much shit from my brain. At that at point my internal editor puts their foot down and refuses to allow any further "progress".)

SQL is exciting! Ahahahaha *flaily hands*

/laaaaaaaaaaaame

I am such a dork, but at least I'm enjoying myself rather than flipping out because this is due, um, rather soon... *cough*

Oh, also:



woooo, really behind XD I'll try to bang out between 3-4k today, tomorrow, and Wednesday, which should get me to 25k-28k, and by Wednesday I'm supposed to be around 26k-ish, so I'll be right around where I'm supposed to be :DDD (so I'll probably just end up writing 3k each day, but that's fine! As long as I hit 50k by the 30th, I really, really don't care.)

went to another write in. sucked just as much as the first one. I couldn't find any sort of gathering, so this time I just took off immediately. I think it was better than sitting around awkwardly getting absolutely nothing accomplished other than slowly being overcome with anxiety and misery.

I had more fun at the Iowa write ins D: but I'm getting more accomplished here... *weighs*



At This Rate You Will Finish On: AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA, SWEET, SWEET SUCCESS. THAT IS WHAT I WILL FINISH ON.

Grocery List for Awesome Looking Food I Plan To Make This Week (aka don't you wish you lived here so I could pawn some of this off on you?)

-oatmeal, apples, walnuts, and red grapes (it's going to end up being more like a warm, oatmeal-y fruit salad than anything else.)
-various awesome veggies because I already have all the stuff to make the hummus
-broccoli because I already have the cheeses I want, and the pasta

Saving money from not eating out has become dramatically easier since I discovered I don't hate cooking, I just hate standing on feet and legs that already ache. Not standing 8+ hours daily? STRIKINGLY INCREASED QUALITY OF LIFE.

There's also the plus that I now have more experience doing this shit, so I make fewer mistakes, get less frustrated, and my ability to reliably produce good flavors and textures has grown exponentially. (Also, also, helps that I can sometimes get mom to pick up the tab for the more expensive ingredients, so stuff tastes even better. As a bonus for her, she gets to eat good food without paying a tip. EVERYONE WINS.)

Saw this prompt and it's been eating at my brain for a while now. Ponfar stories are my faaaaaaavorite. But then I took it waaaaay too far. As usual. I will probably never get around to writing the prose, but the idea makes me so gleeful, I at least wanted to get down the notes.

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Canadia!stuck: Canada=Alternia. The trolls used to be known as very peaceful and polite, but then got tired of not being taken seriously, so they became the trolls that we know and fear now :D

dS/HS fusion. Tavros, RCMP, working his dinky little area in assfuck nowhere. Tech-guy Sollux gets sent out there to get him sent up with all those crazy internets. They knew one another when they were younger. One night they were in a car being driven by Vriska, with Aradia in the front passenger side, Tavros behind her, and Sollux beside him. Vriska was driving too fast, purposefully, just trying to screw with Aradia, who was defending Tavros at the time, saying he wasn't a loser. Vriska got sideswiped while not paying enough attention. Aradia died, Tavros was wheelchair-bound, now has metal legs. Vriska lost her arm, got replacement, and Sollux was the only one who walked away clean.

Whew, back story.

Anyway, stuck out in the middle of nowhere, doesn't really leave you many choices for pailmates. The set up was only supposed to take a few days, then Sollux was supposed to leave. Convenient blizzard cuts them off, supposed to be at least week before Sollux's ride can get up there. Ponfar-like madness hits both of them at the same time, as that's about when it hits all trolls. The trolls in charge are like, sorry! But we've got our own pailing to take care of. Have fun out there, though!

To avoid weirdness non-con (as prompter requested) they agree to just screw only this once to stave off the urges. They have way too good of a time and then spend the next week fucking! Yay!

I always wondered why I felt bad when I wanted nothing more than to sate my curiosity, and now I know why I should continue to do so... because it's none of my fucking business.

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Wow kk, 25 years and that's what you've got? Something every 5-year-old knows?

Well, no, mmm, ok, yes. It's just for years the whole communication with new-and-interesting was either off or on. Tact was never talk about it. In the intervening two decades, what else have I gleaned?

Hmm. I'll probably spend the rest of the day thinking about it.