Current Page: 112
Target Page: Let's just not
Place in story: shit, shit, more shit, and then a giant ball of poop.
Yeah. That's basically what Spencer has gotten herself into now. Every idea she has, the Empire foils it (SHUT UP ABOUT THE CLICHE NAME FOR THE EVIL PEOPLE). Anyway, this has been a really slow week in terms of writing, so right now I'm just trying to write. Not necessarily, like, the 10 daily necessary pages, but words. I just hit 30,000 today - I'm at about 30,250 right now. I'm probably not going to hit 50,000, but I'm going to work on it. I'm going to at least try to get close.
Anyway, in other news, this week has been rather stressful. On Monday, my roommate and I got called in to Res Life because we apparently had bedbugs. On Tuesday, we got treated for bedbugs; this treatment not only messed up our personal organizational systems (the bedbug guys had to move stuff to treat everything - including the inside of my trunk, apparently, where I keep the Confidential Things of Confidentiality), but it resulted in a few things going missing - most irritatingly, one of the dolls (in a set of two) that my host mom in Turkey gave me on my last night staying with them.
I missed classes yesterday to go to the Ring Ceremony/ Ball at my boyfriend's school (he goes to military school, so yes, my dress was super fancy; it was required for it to be floor-length and white). That was a lot of fun (except for the heels and the half-tripping over my dress for most of the night), because the band was actually really good and played decent music.
We woke up at around 7 this morning in order to head out by 8:00 or so; I needed to get back by 12 to attend a choir concert (this counts as the final, basically; College policy is that if you miss the final, you fail the course, so it's better to show up and get a 0 than to not show up at all). My parents came to that, which was really nice. When we went out to coffee afterwards, we saw one of the alumni of my fraternity, Alpha Phi Omega. (that's another thing that's been on my plate this week: This is The Week That Shall Not Be Spoken Of But Which Involves Lots Of Gifts That Everyone Makes.) I didn't know him terribly well, but that was not an excuse not to get excited and hug.
Right, I have to do some more service now - candlelight vigil from midnight to 3 AM. Farewell!
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Saturday, November 23, 2013
Saturday, November 16, 2013
Day 16: when in doubt, switch universes
Current Page: 84
Target Page: GAH!
Place in Story: Well, while I try and buy myself some time to figure out how to get Spencer out of the craphole I've dug her into, I'm revisiting Myrtle for the first time in a while. I spent a week ignoring her, but I'm pretty sure she's actually useful now in padding my word count. So, Myrtle is at a sorority party now (one she got dragged along to because she hadn't been out of the house in weeks because NOVELING!); she just got sat on by a drunk freshman who thinks that Myrtle is trans* because the freshman sat on Myrtle's pen while Myrtle was sneakily trying to write.
With regards to Spencer, I'm sure you're wondering what craphole she's gotten into. Well, her navigation and communications systems are both down (she had an idea that didn't work; instead of successfully leading the enemy ship away from the base planet of the rebellion, the King's Stiletto was brought onto the enemy flagship and sabotaged); also, the base planet of the rebellion - the only definitively friendly planet in the only definitively friendly system within a range where navigation is simple - has been overtaken by beings of a malicious nature. She found this out when getting the coordinates to the base planet (she was calling the commander of the rebellion on their backup communicator, which is kind old), and then the bad guy took over.
I have no idea what to do about this. Suggestions?
On that note, I'm going to continue to write this awkward encounter in Myrtle's world, to the sounds of drunken frolicking outside. (Since today was the game against our rivals, there's even more drunken frolicking than normal, even though we lost).
Target Page: GAH!
Place in Story: Well, while I try and buy myself some time to figure out how to get Spencer out of the craphole I've dug her into, I'm revisiting Myrtle for the first time in a while. I spent a week ignoring her, but I'm pretty sure she's actually useful now in padding my word count. So, Myrtle is at a sorority party now (one she got dragged along to because she hadn't been out of the house in weeks because NOVELING!); she just got sat on by a drunk freshman who thinks that Myrtle is trans* because the freshman sat on Myrtle's pen while Myrtle was sneakily trying to write.
With regards to Spencer, I'm sure you're wondering what craphole she's gotten into. Well, her navigation and communications systems are both down (she had an idea that didn't work; instead of successfully leading the enemy ship away from the base planet of the rebellion, the King's Stiletto was brought onto the enemy flagship and sabotaged); also, the base planet of the rebellion - the only definitively friendly planet in the only definitively friendly system within a range where navigation is simple - has been overtaken by beings of a malicious nature. She found this out when getting the coordinates to the base planet (she was calling the commander of the rebellion on their backup communicator, which is kind old), and then the bad guy took over.
I have no idea what to do about this. Suggestions?
On that note, I'm going to continue to write this awkward encounter in Myrtle's world, to the sounds of drunken frolicking outside. (Since today was the game against our rivals, there's even more drunken frolicking than normal, even though we lost).
Tuesday, November 12, 2013
Day 12: stress?
Current Page: 67
Target Page: beyond that
Written today: nothing
What's going on: a lot of things.
Right now, the internet on my computer is being really dumb - for some reason, it won't connect to the server, so I can only access a few academic sites as well as Facebook and Twitter and, occasionally, the NaNoWriMo site. (This is the reason that I haven't posted for the last two days. My apologies for that.)
Unfortunately, I haven't been able to write too much over the last few days. I've been involved in a lot of things with my fraternity, and I have an essay due tonight at midnight (I'm mostly done with it, which is nice). Additionally, homework is starting to get to me, because all my professors have realized that there are about three weeks before finals (if you count the rest of this week and the two days before Thanksgiving as one whole week), and so they've all decided that now is the time to give out ALL OF THE ASSIGNMENTS. So I had an econ test yesterday, an honors essay tonight, a Greek test on Friday (as well as a bunch of translations), and a bunch of math quizzes before finals begin. Needless to say, there's been a lot going on.
Hopefully I'll find the time to write today and tomorrow and catch up - I'm now running behind, even on NaNo terms, so that needs to get fixed.
Finals. Gah.
Grades. Gah.
Target Page: beyond that
Written today: nothing
What's going on: a lot of things.
Right now, the internet on my computer is being really dumb - for some reason, it won't connect to the server, so I can only access a few academic sites as well as Facebook and Twitter and, occasionally, the NaNoWriMo site. (This is the reason that I haven't posted for the last two days. My apologies for that.)
Unfortunately, I haven't been able to write too much over the last few days. I've been involved in a lot of things with my fraternity, and I have an essay due tonight at midnight (I'm mostly done with it, which is nice). Additionally, homework is starting to get to me, because all my professors have realized that there are about three weeks before finals (if you count the rest of this week and the two days before Thanksgiving as one whole week), and so they've all decided that now is the time to give out ALL OF THE ASSIGNMENTS. So I had an econ test yesterday, an honors essay tonight, a Greek test on Friday (as well as a bunch of translations), and a bunch of math quizzes before finals begin. Needless to say, there's been a lot going on.
Hopefully I'll find the time to write today and tomorrow and catch up - I'm now running behind, even on NaNo terms, so that needs to get fixed.
Finals. Gah.
Grades. Gah.
Monday, May 13, 2013
Preparations
Well, it's nearing the end of my first year of college, and there are several things going through my mind right now.
Firstly, I'm thinking about how I really should go to bed early tonight, because I lost sleep last night.
Secondly, I'm thinking about how that probably won't happen because I have to study for my finals.
Thirdly, I'm thinking that going to bed early is very unlikely, because I need to go get shots tomorrow, and that takes time.
Fourthly, of course, is finals.
The trip to Peru is going to happen in 12 days, and typing that made me realize just how close that is.
3 days until the end of classes.
8 days until my first final.
10 days until I go home.
12 days until I leave home for Peru.
I found out today that going to Peru means I need more shots than I thought I did, so I'm going to a walk-in clinic tomorrow. Then there's the fact that I need to sign and mail some stuff for Turkey this week, but I don't have any paper for my printer, but that got fixed when my friend agreed to lend me some. Then there's the fact that I'm depressingly underprepared for Peru. It's just now setting in that in a little less than two weeks, I'm not going to be in the country. I'm not going to be in the Northern Hemisphere. I'm going to be in the mountains of FREAKING PERU in less than two weeks.
AAAHHHH!!!
Needless to say, I'm going to be a wreck for a few weeks.
I need to go freak out some more, and maybe go to the gym.
Firstly, I'm thinking about how I really should go to bed early tonight, because I lost sleep last night.
Secondly, I'm thinking about how that probably won't happen because I have to study for my finals.
Thirdly, I'm thinking that going to bed early is very unlikely, because I need to go get shots tomorrow, and that takes time.
Fourthly, of course, is finals.
The trip to Peru is going to happen in 12 days, and typing that made me realize just how close that is.
3 days until the end of classes.
8 days until my first final.
10 days until I go home.
12 days until I leave home for Peru.
I found out today that going to Peru means I need more shots than I thought I did, so I'm going to a walk-in clinic tomorrow. Then there's the fact that I need to sign and mail some stuff for Turkey this week, but I don't have any paper for my printer, but that got fixed when my friend agreed to lend me some. Then there's the fact that I'm depressingly underprepared for Peru. It's just now setting in that in a little less than two weeks, I'm not going to be in the country. I'm not going to be in the Northern Hemisphere. I'm going to be in the mountains of FREAKING PERU in less than two weeks.
AAAHHHH!!!
Needless to say, I'm going to be a wreck for a few weeks.
I need to go freak out some more, and maybe go to the gym.
Wednesday, December 12, 2012
finals week
I know that finals week is perhaps the worst week in any college student's career - there is a lot of stress, and you realize how much you should have been studying (I know I have), and the prospect of the train/ car/ bus/ plane home is the only thing that might be getting you through the end of exams.
As this is my first finals week ever, I don't know how much I can relate to the feelings of going home being great - does the prospect get better? Worse? Stay the same? Obviously, I'll be excited to go home, but the only thing I'm really stressed about is my Greek final, as Greek is my hardest subject and writing "It's all Greek to me" instead of a verb I forgot is probably going to get me a failing grade. Of COURSE it's Greek to you, dummy! This is a Greek test! The professor will think as she grades the exams. Sometimes I wonder how many first-semester Greek students she teaches would dare to put that on one of the tests or quizzes.
The first quiz? Maybe.
The final? Never. Unless you WANT to fail.
Anyway, finals week could make a good climactic sequence for some story - the story of one's first semester of college, most likely, or the story of one's final semester. Each are equally admirable - for one, it is the conclusion of a new adventure, and leaves the door open for many more to come; the other is the conclusion of the adventure, and is probably a story about moving on.
You know what would be really interesting? To write a series of eight novels (or twelve, if your school does a January term), about the eight (or twelve) semesters of college. Same characters, different stories, and the end of each is finals week; the finals are the Final Test (see what I did there?).
Maybe I should do that. That would be really cool. I like that idea.
Now, if I only didn't have about five other novels going at the same time, and a Greek exam to study for, I would totally be willing to keep going with it.
But I have a Greek final to study for. And then I'll work on it.
As this is my first finals week ever, I don't know how much I can relate to the feelings of going home being great - does the prospect get better? Worse? Stay the same? Obviously, I'll be excited to go home, but the only thing I'm really stressed about is my Greek final, as Greek is my hardest subject and writing "It's all Greek to me" instead of a verb I forgot is probably going to get me a failing grade. Of COURSE it's Greek to you, dummy! This is a Greek test! The professor will think as she grades the exams. Sometimes I wonder how many first-semester Greek students she teaches would dare to put that on one of the tests or quizzes.
The first quiz? Maybe.
The final? Never. Unless you WANT to fail.
Anyway, finals week could make a good climactic sequence for some story - the story of one's first semester of college, most likely, or the story of one's final semester. Each are equally admirable - for one, it is the conclusion of a new adventure, and leaves the door open for many more to come; the other is the conclusion of the adventure, and is probably a story about moving on.
You know what would be really interesting? To write a series of eight novels (or twelve, if your school does a January term), about the eight (or twelve) semesters of college. Same characters, different stories, and the end of each is finals week; the finals are the Final Test (see what I did there?).
Maybe I should do that. That would be really cool. I like that idea.
Now, if I only didn't have about five other novels going at the same time, and a Greek exam to study for, I would totally be willing to keep going with it.
But I have a Greek final to study for. And then I'll work on it.
Tuesday, November 27, 2012
Day 27: the end is nigh, but not my wordcount
NaNoWriMo will be drawing to a close in a few days, and my plot line may or may not be doing the same thing. My word count, on the other hand, is in dire need of help. I am at fewer than 40,000 words, which is something that, in years past, I have hit by the 20th of the month. This is not acceptable, and I need to go and write.
But do I have enough time to his 50,000 words in four days? Not only that, do I have enough plot?
Well, yes, I do. A paladin just got possessed by a demon and there is still a showdown to be had. I don't know if I can fit a hero's journey into this; I just want to hit my word count.
And so I must write. And write. And write.
And I need to do homework. And write.
But homework first.
Farewell.
But do I have enough time to his 50,000 words in four days? Not only that, do I have enough plot?
Well, yes, I do. A paladin just got possessed by a demon and there is still a showdown to be had. I don't know if I can fit a hero's journey into this; I just want to hit my word count.
And so I must write. And write. And write.
And I need to do homework. And write.
But homework first.
Farewell.
Wednesday, November 21, 2012
Day 21: in which hope for my wordcount is rapidly receding
Well, it's day 21. I should be around the 35000 word count now, but I'm still sitting morosely at 30750, and I'm not happy about it. I'm not happy about it at all.
I should be studying. I should be writing. I should be doing whatever it is one does on breaks... I don't really know what that is, but I should be doing it. I have readings and translations and tests and projects starting on Sunday night, and it's not okay. I thought break was a time to relax, for goodness sake.
Or to catch up on all the stuff you've been missing.
Or to do something productive, like catch up on your novel's word count.
But no, I'm sitting here, blogging, and wishing I didn't have such a crap word count, and so much homework due by Tuesday. I'm realizing how much I complain about this, and how little I actually do something about it. It's not like I can't do anything about it, for goodness sake. I'm an autonomous individual, or so society would have me believe. Even if I say I'm leaving to do something productive, I normally just goof around for a while before I actually make any headway in anything.
Which kind of sucks, when you think about it. Just being a goof all the time. It gets nothing done.
It doesn't help that I have commissions due, too. Yep, I have to knit four scarves in three and a half weeks, because it's not like I don't have a ton of stuff already.
Right, I really need to stop complaining. I took my leave today and yesterday - I hung out with my friend earlier today and my boyfriend before that; yesterday, I didn't actually get much homework done and pranced around my empty hall with a friend, singing Christmas music at the top of our voices and not caring that it wasn't even Thanksgiving yet, and posting random videos on our other blog, and doing stuff of a highly nonproductive nature.
It was great.
But now it's time to work. The funtime has ended, and it's time to actually do something. Time to stop trolling along online and not writing or studying or anything.
I should be studying. I should be writing. I should be doing whatever it is one does on breaks... I don't really know what that is, but I should be doing it. I have readings and translations and tests and projects starting on Sunday night, and it's not okay. I thought break was a time to relax, for goodness sake.
Or to catch up on all the stuff you've been missing.
Or to do something productive, like catch up on your novel's word count.
But no, I'm sitting here, blogging, and wishing I didn't have such a crap word count, and so much homework due by Tuesday. I'm realizing how much I complain about this, and how little I actually do something about it. It's not like I can't do anything about it, for goodness sake. I'm an autonomous individual, or so society would have me believe. Even if I say I'm leaving to do something productive, I normally just goof around for a while before I actually make any headway in anything.
Which kind of sucks, when you think about it. Just being a goof all the time. It gets nothing done.
It doesn't help that I have commissions due, too. Yep, I have to knit four scarves in three and a half weeks, because it's not like I don't have a ton of stuff already.
Right, I really need to stop complaining. I took my leave today and yesterday - I hung out with my friend earlier today and my boyfriend before that; yesterday, I didn't actually get much homework done and pranced around my empty hall with a friend, singing Christmas music at the top of our voices and not caring that it wasn't even Thanksgiving yet, and posting random videos on our other blog, and doing stuff of a highly nonproductive nature.
It was great.
But now it's time to work. The funtime has ended, and it's time to actually do something. Time to stop trolling along online and not writing or studying or anything.
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