SUCCESS!


Word Count: 10,795
Subjects: [livejournal.com profile] au_bigbang

Excerpt: "Can anyone ask for mercy?" he asks Ashura once, as he follows the head priest around the altar-room, lighting the sticks of incense spaced along the entire area. "No matter what they've done?"

Ashura glances at him and smiles. "Anyone and everyone," he says. "She does not judge people by their past actions, but by their hearts. If someone comes to her and truly regrets their sins, she will not turn them away from her grace."


Thoughts: IT'S FINISHED! Sob, my AU Big Bang clocks in at almost 24K words, which is the most I've written on a single story in quite some time. I blame the fact that it was based on the Aku No series, I love itttttt. However, I have it the real block for competing in challenges like this--I tend to want to post things pretty much as soon as they're finished and spellchecked; I want to get them up and out and move on to the next thing! BUT I HAVE TO SIT ON THIS and sob, it's kind of weird. XD I need to mail it off to the mods and then make [livejournal.com profile] enough_space give me the edits she said she could give me and then ... sit on it. Twiddle my thumbs. Flip a lot of coins to decide if I want to crosspost it to fan comms or not. :|a

NOW TO THE VICTORIAN DETECTIVES BIG BANG ... you know, if I can actually figure out a plot for it. /)_(\ Hopefully I'll actually also be able to relax a bit and maybe start writing smaller things again, too. Maybe even fandom stuff, cry! I'm still missing all of it, man, in a huge way. I've also realized that I don't really want to be a writer to have my name on bookshelves or getting money or anything, I want to be a writer and hopefully inspire people to write fic about my original characters. ... The ones that are actually part of long stories, at least. Is this such a ridiculous thing to want? :|a

NEXT WEEK, SCRIPTFRENZY!
SUCCESS!


Word Count: 2777 words
Subjects: AU Big Bang, also THE DEPTHS OF MY SHAME (thx Floor)

Excerpt: "Destroy them," Yuui repeats. His voice is faint, wavering. He moves a little, and the faintest reflection of him appears in the window: there is a dark visible shadow against his pale skin and pale hair. As he speaks, his voice firms, and it becomes as cold as the north wind. "I want the entire place razed to the ground. I want there to be nothing left. Not a building, not a person, not a single stupid cherry tree--" He pauses to take a deep breath. "And arrest the girl. She's a sympathizer for certain. If she resists, or tries to escape--"

Fei Wang bows low, so far that the floor is only a hand's breadth from his nose. "As my prince commands," he says.


Thoughts: Gosh, so, I realized that the deadline for [livejournal.com profile] au_bigbang, draftwise, is April 6th. HAHAHAHA and I'm planning on doing Script Frenzy, along with the fact that Sakuracon is the weekend before the story itself is due. :|a Clearly I will have to bring a notebook or something to work on when I'm in lines or when people are hanging out and stuff. Also, take lots of advantage of this next week; I really need to actually try writing during the week, which is something I have been saying FOR weeks, and to no avail. /)_(\

I also really miss writing for fandoms. I seriously do. It's weird, I guess, because I am writing for fandoms, it's just that also this story is not going to be posted for anotherrrr ... month and half or so? And it's already sort of niche (a fusion AU), so who knows if that'll actually be interesting for people. :B I think what I miss is not so much the comments, because I still feel good about those--I like getting them, I really do, but I still haven't hit the OH GOD NO ONE LOVES ME BECAUSE THEY DON'T COMMENT ;A; feeling even now--but I miss being able to engage with people about fandom. Only I'm too terrified of fandom at large to really poke around, so I need to lure people to come to me by writing and posting fic.

Hmm. :|a

THINGS TO THINK ABOUT.
SUCCESS!


Word Count: 6008 words (!)
Subjects: [livejournal.com profile] au_bigbang and [livejournal.com profile] imaginarybeasts

Excerpt: "She likes it when we go driving," he writes to Gabrielle, "and I think she likes it better than when we go to her house or mine, even when Mom's at work."

"You're very charming," she writes back, a month later, after he has kissed two other girls and has settled for the time being with a third. "You always have been. Don't break her heart too much."

"You like it when I'm charming," he writes back; it is all he allows himself, and after that he changes the subject to music, asking after her trumpet, telling her about his violin. He buys his girlfriend--because he supposes that is what she is, at this point--lily-of-the-valley perfume, which she first wears too strongly, and then stops using altogether. When Gabrielle's next letter comes, he is single again, and he tells her as much: "I may be charming, but not for very long. You and Mom are the only two women who stick around."


Thoughts: Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh so I realized on Friday night that [livejournal.com profile] imaginarybeasts was due Monday and I really didn't want to default because kyaa kyaa I loved the theme. ("Heaven and Hell.") I'm not sure if I really pulled it off the way I wanted to (if I could submit something previously written, I probably would've submitted the sheol story, sob.) Yesterday was Grocery Adventure Day, and today was Clothes Shopping Adventure Day (conclusion: groceries were about 500000x more successful than clothes), so while I was actually out of my apartment more than I was in it, I managed to get this written ... mostly in a day! Hooray!

I'm still kind of failing at the "write a little bit every day" thing, and I suspect I will continue to fail with this next week, especially with a Work Thing (which means basically I have to go in at 7:30 and can leave at 4, but cry that means being in the office before my alarm normally goes off; it will be an interesting flipflopping sleep schedule this week!) on Wednesday. I really do want to, because man, I'd like to actually write fic I can post again, even if it's just singing robot stuff. :|a On the other hand, I think I have two VICTORIAN DETECTIVES! things I wrote for the kink meme that I haven't posted yet; maybe I will do that this week! Wouldn't that be nice! Let's see if I remember.

I also need to start actually posting in general again, not just fic. And maybe starting to crosspost to my dreamwidth. Hm!

In other news, this is the sort of face I make constantly while writing, only I can't ever write things longhand (and boy do I wish I could), so really I just have the pen to chew on.
SUCCESS!


Word Count: 1412 words
Subjects: EPIC ROBOTS, AU big bang

Excerpt: "Hello," she said. Her voice did not echo in the cave, though it set off a certain chain effect of ripples down his spine. She had a smile that was brighter than anything he'd ever seen. "Who are you?"

"Shouldn't you know?" he asked. "I'm dreaming. People know each other in dreams."

She frowned at him. Her pale brows drew together and she touched her mouth with small white fingers, like she was testing the feeling of her words before she said them. "Well, if it is a dream, then it isn't a very good one," she said. "Because I don't know who you are. I'm Rin," and she held out her hand.

Len looked at it. He looked at her face. He reached out and grasped her hand in his, and it felt a little like finding a missing part of himself. She blinked a few times, and he thought: ah, you feel the same way.

"I'm Len," he said.


Thoughts: My entire wordcount came from Saturday night to Sunday morning. :( I think what I'd like is to get in the habit of writing a little daily, even if it's only a couple of hundred words, but I've been so dead on my feet, coming home from work for the past week or so, and so all I really want to do is flop around and not actually work on stuff. BUT I HAVE TO, especially if I want to make it for [livejournal.com profile] imaginarybeasts (WHICH I DO! ;A;), so I think I'm going to have to try. :[ Maybe I should try that "pick a fandom and write as long as a song plays after randomly selecting some" meme and see if that helps me get jumpstarted on going. Alternately, I could try going to bed earlier, but I'm pretty sure that's not going to happen, despite all my good intentions. :x

ON THE OTHER HAND, I have a lot of new books to read, since I went to both Twice Sold Tales and Half-Price Books this weekend and bought ... a lot of books. I want to read those, and that means that I am less likely to write when I get home, and this is a dilemma! Sob, maybe getting more sleep/writing on my lunchbreaks is the way to go. :|a
Keeping it short and sweet, because hello, sudden headache! Cry.

SUCCESS!


Word Count: 5282
Subjects: Okami [for [livejournal.com profile] help_haiti] and Hetalia/Merlin [for [livejournal.com profile] yaoi_challenge]

Excerpt: But: "My mother is Albion, who was your father's, and your father's father's," the boy says, his eyes clear and ageless under his heavy brows, "and I am yours."

It's utterly ridiculous and completely impossible and carries the weight of absolute truth. Merlin wants to laugh, and can see from Arthur's face that he feels the same--but neither of them can manage it. Long seconds pass as king and boy stare at each other; the guards look to Merlin, who can only shrug helplessly.


Thoughts: Ahhhhhhhh this week ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. /)_(\ I need to go back to focusing on the Big Bangs I signed up for, as well as [livejournal.com profile] imaginarybeasts (it's not due as soon as I thought it would be, which is a relief! I have more time! sob I need an idea), and just in general try and actually writing a little every day, so maybe I can get back to doing stuff for EPIC ROBOTS again. Write more short little things that I can randomly post! Things like that, I miss being more productive. :(

Also it is my first time writing a longer fic for Merlin, I am kind of nervous. IT WAS FUN! But sob, writing for live action fandoms remains incredibly peculiar to me. I can read it without any problem, but actually writing it feels weird. Am I the only one who feels this way? I DON'T KNOW.
Today was a tirumvate of hilarious disasters!

1) I was in a car that got hit by a bus! /o/
2) While coming back from the grocery store, I got caught in one of the heaviest downpours of rain I've seen in Seattle in a good long while, thus came home a sopping mess and my cat ran away from me
3) I kindofsortofnotreeeeally set a baking pan on fire, because I turned on the wrong burner on my stove, and that's where my baking pan was resting. LUCKILY, I managed to salvage most of my biscuits; only two had significant portions that had to be cut away due to charred black. Also due to sheer luck, I did not set off my smoke alarm, though the hallway still sort of smells charred and I could in fact see smoke before I turned on all the fans and opened the balcony door.

On the plus side I got tulips from [livejournal.com profile] enough_space, Vocaloid fandom gave me this MMD video, and I had a really nice weekend of seeing people and [livejournal.com profile] harukami being fabulous and wonderful and coming to keep me company. Next time, bring Zazzle! And I am feeling betterish with each day; I am still tired and snappish at times, and I am still sometimes :\ but that's getting to be less and less, which relieves me very much.

Anyway, writing stuff.

SUCCESS!


Word Count: 2029 words
Subjects: for [livejournal.com profile] au_bigbang, for the Tsubasa/Daughter of Evil fusion. :|a I wonder if I should be ashamed, but it's been a lot of fun. :x Actually, I am genuinely shocked I got this many words out this week, especially since it was like, a little chipping here, a little prodding there, and suddenly--words! Huh.

Excerpt: "It's a very easy spell," Sakura assures him. "It was one of the first that Mama taught me." Her expression goes sweetly wistful for a moment, seeing through the busy bustling room and into something long past. "And when I was new, all I wanted was for someone to help me out. So now that I can, I'm going to." For a moment she hesitates, then peeks up at him through her lashes. "Is that selfish?"

"No! No, not at all," he says, waving his free hand nervously. "It's very generous of you, Miss Sakura. I'm grateful." He takes the clip, and under her wide-eyed gaze, he clips it to his lapel, nearly hidden by fold of cloth, and gives her a tentative smile.

She laughs, clapping her hands. "Very pretty," she says. "It suits your eyes, Fay-san! Please don't be afraid to call on me any time."

"Oi!" someone shouts from the other side of the room. There is a cluster of white-robed people from the kitchen gathered around a particularly elaborate ice statue--the twins Day and Night, their hands outstretched and not quite touching; even from a distance, the mournful expressions can be clearly seen. "Magician! Some support here!"

"Ah, yes! Right away!" Sakura smiles at Fay, squeezing his hand one last time, and then she goes: light-footed and quick as a little bird: even the hem of her cloak flies out behind her, like the impression of spread wings. He watches her go, his fingers tingling and face warm, and in spite of himself, his fingers drift up to touch the butterfly pinned near his throat.


Thoughts: Ugh ugh ugh. /o\ My creativity feels like it's been really low, and I am not 100% happy with the words I got this week, even though I am pleasantly surprised at how much I did get written. But I've got deadlines that are looming up and promises that are a lot closer than the AU Big Bang, so I really need to get on those. I am well and determined to get these done, sob. H-hopefully my energy will not fail me, because these are things I want to write, too; I think I am just sort of all over the map right now, sigh. :V
nekokoban: (things she dreams)
( Feb. 1st, 2010 02:31 pm)
RIGHT UH, I totally forgot (and kept forgetting) to do my status update, but I MADE IT, at roughly 5K words. (Sob I rewrote a huge chunk of my AU big bang and then got it to a point where it would reach the first deadline. :B) That is not the point! The point is that [livejournal.com profile] imaginarybeasts Book #19 is out, the apocalypse/dystopia edition! (The cover is sort of really gorgeous, okay, it is one of my favorites in a while.)

I wrote The Pale Girl, which is one of the first first-person stories I've written in yearssssss, and is the story that, metaphorically, I would like to feel like the sneeze that started and never happened. :|a IS THIS LEGIT, OR DOES THIS MAKE ME A PRETENTIOUS WRITER-TYPE, I DON'T EVEN KNOW!

... anyway. I hope people who read it enjoy it. /o/
FAILURE
Grace weeks left: two


Thoughts: So last week was just bad (emotionally) and busy (everything else), so I was in no real place to sit down and write. I've discovered that I really am bad at writing when there's someone else around, even if they're not paying attention to me--if they're talking to me (or talking at me, as the case is right now), I get distracted and can't get more than maybe a few words at a time.

THE THING IS, I AM ON VACATION NOW! Surely this will be conductive to my writing!

BUT NO: first, I get sickish! My allergies go insane and now I basically have that horrible sore throat that comes about from when your sinuses explode and drain down your throat. Beyond that, I have been home for a day and a night and my dad is making up for a year of not really being talkative on the phone to lecture me hardcore. If lecturing was an Olympic sport, my dad would GO FOR THE GOLD. It started with him and my mom talking about the stock market, and somehow it became my dad grilling me on what my friends do for a living?? AND SOMEHOW THIS BECAME A LECTURE ON MY LIFE CHOICES AND WILL I BE OKAY IN THREE YEARS? IN FIVE YEARS?? TERRA, THINK ABOUT YOUR CAREER CHOICES AND WHAT YOU WILL BE DOING WITH YOURSELF!!! --this is, of course, because I made the mistake of telling him that I have friends who're working part-time or looking for at least part-time jobs right now. SILLY ME, NOT REALIZING HOW THIS SOMEHOW REFLECTED ON MY OWN CAREER.

"Terra, I am going to give you a BRAIN TEASER PROBLEM that they give to Microsoft employees!" he says. "YOUR CHALLENGE IS TO FIGURE IT OUT, OKAY? :B"

Father, I thought I was on vacation, why are you doing this to me! Also why are the lives of my friends, most of whom you have never met, going to directly impact my own career thoughts and choices? I am extraordinarily lucky in that I have full-time employment in a place I enjoy working--I've worked there for four years! I AM DOING OKAY. But he lectured me like when I was a student and unemployed and TERRA, LOOK TO THE FUTURE! THE FUTURE! I couldn't honestly tell if he was praising me or putting me down, in that fabulous way that Asian fathers have. Oh now he's lecturing me on the solution, it's apparently ALL ABOUT FLEXIBLE THINKING. In the course of me writing this post it has somehow become a parable of life using the Merchant of Venice. Father, what is this.

This is after my mom went :( at me a lot because--okay, so, about a month ago, she asked if I wanted to see Avatar when I visited! I said ehh, not really interested, I don't really want to. A week later, she tells me she got tickets for it! 3D IMAX, TERRA! IT'S THREE! DEE! I! MAX! Apparently this is supposed to immediately sway me and I will SEE THE LIGHT and be ready and willing to see it. Only--no. I'm not. I wasn't interested when I saw the previews, and I grew even less interested when I heard reviews from various friends. Yeah, yeah, I shouldn't make a judgment until I see it, but ... I don't really want to see it! I don't particularly care if people want to see it or not, but I had no interest, so I didn't want to drop $10 on it! AND I TOLD MOM THAT. BUT APPARENTLY SHE FORGOT, because when I was still kind of meh about the movie, and she started pouting at me and being all "well, if you don't WANT to, you can stay home" and ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. I can definitely see where a lot of my bad habits come from, visiting my parents.

IN CONCLUSION: I LOVE MY PARENTS BUT I AM NEVER EVER MOVING BACK TO AUSTIN AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

N-next week will hopefully be better.

ETA: AN HOUR LATER, HE WENT TO BED. After telling me he'd pay me money to lose weight and father, I don't think bribing is really the way to go--!
Nooooooot my best night ever. [livejournal.com profile] enough_space and [livejournal.com profile] katharon are magical people who deserve medals for putting up with me. Ah, well.

SUCCESS!


Word Count: 5911
Subjects: Sherlock Holmes and [livejournal.com profile] au_bigbang

Excerpt: "Our family was not a sentimental one, nor a terribly forgiving one. It was, however, a peculiar one, and one that is not overly concerned with the niceties and dictations of society. We are as we are, and will do as we must in order to maintain that."

Thoughts: I definitely have too much fun with [livejournal.com profile] sherlockkink. However, I need to start shifting focus from that to my big bang, since the first deadline for that is looming. But right now I have a guest for the week and I have realized how much I have missed having another living person around, plus overtime all next week--therefore, I am not sure if I will make it. :|a I should try anyway!

Tired tonight; am definitely not up to usual snuff. Sleep will probably help.
SUCCESS!


Word Count: 6002
Subjects: [livejournal.com profile] imaginarybeasts (apocalypse/distopia); Sherlock Holmes (movieverse); [livejournal.com profile] yaoi_challenge; EPIC ROBOTS (c'mon guys, play with us!)

Excerpt: On a summer Monday, I was out with my brother and we were looking for food. Some plants had to be boiled and boiled and boiled to be edible, and others were okay as they were, but they didn't do us any good if they were still growing in the ground and we were going hungry. Mom had told us about "grocery stores" before, places where there was all the food you could ever want, ready and waiting for people to come and take it--I'd even seen one once, the one time we ventured as far as the city looking for things to eat or to bring back to the house. It had been a huge skeleton of a building, with the ground pockmarked and the shelves still mostly full--dogs and maybe other things had torn apart certain sections, but left overs completely alone. Everything in it was too old to take back with us, though, and to me it felt like such a waste.

I wonder what sort of world it was, that had been full of easy food and noisy people.


Thoughts: Oh man, sob. I had a very specific thing I wanted to accomplish with the [livejournal.com profile] imaginarybeasts fic, but it was a very ... well, okay, it was pretty hilariously pretentious, but the idea was in my head and would not go away. I want the story's ending, when read, to feel sort of unsatisfying and abrupt--like when you have a sneeze that doesn't happen, that kind of stuffed-up, stuck-in-your-head thing. I HAVE NO IDEA IF I SUCCEEDED, and I don't know that it's particularly something one should aim for, sob. XD But that is what I wanted to produce with the story; time will tell whether or not I really succeeded.

In unrelated news, I will very likely be doing a fic meme this week (or possibly in two weeks--or maybe I will do two), re: my new fandoms. I need to make some ground on my Big Bang fics, though the [livejournal.com profile] yaoi_challenge stuff has been going on at a nice clip--but crap, [livejournal.com profile] springkink just opened up too, and--! AHHHHHHH. I really hope I can maintain this excitement and eagerness to write when I actually have my vacation in two weeks. :|a
SUCCESS!


Word Count: 1036
Subjects: [livejournal.com profile] imaginarybeasts

Excerpt: They say the world ended late on a Thursday afternoon, just as the sun was beginning to slant its way downwards and the sky was shading towards pink and orange. It happened quietly, like the quiet moment between one breath and the next: one moment things were as they always were, and then nearly every person on earth went to lie down and die. People call it the Great Quiet, because it was--the world pulled the blankets off and turned out the lights and that was it.

Thoughts: Oh my goodness, sob, I just eked in and made 1036 words at the moment that it went from 11:59 to midnight of Monday. :p This has definitely not been my week productivity-wise, what with being sick and out of it on Monday, tired Tuesday-Thursday, and then working overtime on Friday, which really killed more of my productivity, because I am not really built for getting up before 7. :( I know other people do it all the time, but I am used to getting up at 8, and that sort of threw me for the weekend.

I MADE IT, THOUGH, and it is a first-person past-tense piece, which is very different from pretty much anything else fictional I have written in possibly ever, and if not, then in a very long time. HERE'S TO HOPING NEXT WEEK WILL BE BETTER! \o/;;
SUCCESS!


Word Count: 2273
Subjects: Epic singing robots, Yuletide Madness, Secret Santa

Excerpt: In the castle are three secrets that will never become rumors, because they are protected from the eyes of the servants more jealously than any other.

First: there is a small shack at the very, very back of the thorn-gardens. It is very well-hidden by the careful planting of bushes and briars; unless you knew what you were looking for, you couldn't find it unless you stumbled upon it directly. Most people don't go this far back: the thorn-gardens are what stand sentinel to the Dragon's Mouth, and it's said that the ghosts of all the previous utahime haunt this place, sad and pale and singing soundlessly for the rest of eternity. It's said that their presence is what keeps the dragon placated and bound when there is not a living girl there to sing.

So: no one goes back there, and no one sees the tiny shack that is hidden by the tall foreboding gates of the Dragon's Mouth. Only the the high priestess ever goes, and then only twice a day: precisely at noon, and precisely at midnight. There are stories about that, too: rumors say she prays to the dragon itself, or that she goes to make sure the shackles that bind the dragon's oracle and its utahime are still securely in place (and they must be bound, the both of them--why would anyone willingly stay in the dark and the cold, in the shadow of the giant dragon, your entire life bartered away?).


Thoughts: I REMEMBERED TO POST THIS BEFORE THE END OF SUNDAY!

In theory I was going to do writing this weekend. Instead, I played a lot of silly hidden-object games, because I discovered my favorite had others in the franchise. (And now suddenly they have other puzzles and plots?! What is this madness! EITHER WAY, IT WAS FUN.)

This upcoming week will be Imaginary Beasts and YC. :|a
SUCCESS!


Word Count:
Subjects: 07-Ghost, EPIC SINGING ROBOTS, Yuletide, Secret Santa

Excerpt: He wakes hungry.

There is a line of ice down his arm that's so cold it burns; when he opens his eyes its twisted under him, the fingers twisted into claws. In the back of his head, an angry voice is murmuring.

He's hungry. His belly growls and when he breathes he can smell something impossibly good, something that even the restless voice pauses for. It takes effort to swallow. He moves and bumps against something small and warm and curled against his side, and his breath is sour with wanting. His arm aches, his belly aches, his head--

"Frau," the small warm thing beside him says, in a voice that is slurred and rich with sleep.

And he remembers.


Thoughts: I am getting really bad at posting these on time, sob. XD It has been a mostly slow week--I hadn't actually realized Yuletide was due tomorrow (... today ...); I thought I'd have till Wednesday! BUT NO. So that was the big crunch, but as I suspected, once I actually got started on it, everything went pretty smoothly. \o/ ALSO FOR ONCE I WROTE SOMETHING PORNY. This is an amazing development! Possibly it is one I will try to cultivate, only when I write porn I start getting really spastic. [livejournal.com profile] enough_space was the victim of it, this time. :( I still had fun even though it is not something I ship, either, which is part of the humor of the situation, for me, AND MAYBE I CAN PULL IT OFF AGAIN!

man there is so much of everything more I want to do, but for now! I SLEEP.
SUCCESS!


Word Count: 1590
Subjects: 07-Ghost and ... Vocaloid original fantasy thingy knockoff stuff

Excerpt: After the meal, the girl is bathed again, this time in water that is scented with lavender and lilac. Luka's mother again bathes the girl herself, and now she is telling the girl to be brave, to be strong, to be proud of the honor that has been bestowed upon her and her family, to be chosen to sing for the great dragon. Her family will be paid handsomely. They will be as nobility in the eyes of the kingdom. Every wish they have will be granted. All she has to do is to be brave and sing.

In the mirror, the girl's face changes finally from its blank face. For just a moment, Luka sees life in those huge staring eyes, and it is full of anger, hot enough to match the breath of the dragon itself. She blinks and it's gone. She wonders if she imagined it.


Thoughts: [livejournal.com profile] actualize is one of my favorites. Kyaa kyaa kyaa, dragons and epic fantasy are exciting. :D This playlist is exactly two songs long and I'm still excited, that is probably a good sign!

OTHER THINGS:

* Saw The Princess and the Frog with people on Friday! I WAS THOROUGHLY SATISFIED. (Kudos to you, Disney, for having a) a character who was a spoiled brat but still a good person and b) two girls who were friends and interested in the same guy, but neither was bitchy or snipey or tried to steal him from the other.)

* Baked cheetos are delicious, sob. I CAN'T STOP EATING THEM, I need to brush my teeth so I will.

* Trader Joe's dark chocolate oranges are divineeeeeeeeee. This possibly should have gone with the previous point.

* THIS STUPID GAME IS SO MUCH FUN. 8( I played for hours today and hours yesterday and now I think I'm on the final boss?! Maybe? But fffff I WANT MY TEN SEED SLOTS, HOW CAN I WIN THAT MUCH MONEY WITHOUT MORE MINI-GAMES AND PUZZLES. D<

* I have this desire to reread the Earl Cain series, only I can't find my copies. :( I owned all of Godchild and all but ... one? two? of the original series, so this is very sad. I started Eve fic, but I wanted to immerse myself to get into the right mindset. CURSE YOU, DISORGANIZATION!

* ... I was going to clean this weekend, but then Plants vs Zombies happened. Oops.
SUCCESS!
Because these posts tend to be so short, I have decided to skip cutting. Unless I have a lot to say in a particular week, I'll continue leaving them as-is.


Word Count: 3609
Subjects: Original

Excerpt: You know how they say when a cat lives to be a certain age, its tail splits into two, and it becomes a totally different creature? It becomes a demon that can make the dead dance and bow to its whims. There's a faster way to do this, though, and bind the resultant creature to you. Take a black cat that is exactly three months old and not a second older or younger, and tie a ribbon around its neck. Red is the traditional color. Tie the other end of that ribbon to your wrist and lift it up. Let the cat hang. As it goes through its death throes, be careful not to let it scratch you; then you'll have to start all over. While it dies, exactly as its last breath leaves its body, be sure to look straight into its eyes. Say its name (its *true* name, mind you, the one that is so difficult to get out of cats--they're secretive bastards, worse than even foxes, and don't let anyone tell you otherwise) as it fades.

If you did it right, the cat will start to squirm again after it dies. You can let it go at this point. In fact, it's better that you do, because cats don't like to be held like that, and it's a lot more powerful than it used to be. So let it go, and if it tries to attack you, use its name to keep it in its place. That's how you'll command it for the rest of your life, by using its true name. Raise the dead to torment your enemies! Create an army to conquer your village with! Make certain that the guest lists at your parties are always full! Isn't that nice? They have so many uses!


Thoughts: Given that it's The first week after NaNo, I would say that's not too bad! I wrote half of it Monday (for the final NaNo push) and half of it today, so I'm not too concerned. THINGS IN MY LIFE have been going on, so we'll have to see where my productivity goes, but at least for now, I will continue trucking on. \o/;;
nekokoban: (uwah!)
( Nov. 30th, 2009 10:36 pm)
I AM TOO LAZY TO DO DO CODING FOR THE "NANO WINNER" THING. THEREFORE:



50311 / 50000 words. 101% done!


I could have done better, I know; there were some times where I was just being lazy--and there were times where I was just completely uninspired, or tired, or any number of things. But I made it, and that also counts for a SUCCESS for week twenty-one of my "write at least 1000 words a week for a year" self-challenge. NOT TOO BAD.

Stats-wise, I entirely finished fourteen different pieces this month. The most impressive part about this is that a big chunk of them were actually either completely original ficiton, or close enough to completely original to skirt that line. Some of them I will be posting under the NaNo filter I made--I'm sorry I didn't post a whole lot during this past month, BUT I FIGURE PEOPLE WOULD UNDERSTAND. :'D

AND HERE IS THE FIRST ONE! This is my piece for [livejournal.com profile] imaginarybeasts, whose theme for Book #18 was winter.

I wrote The Disappearence of Granny Winter and managed to submit my story early enough to get a gorgeous illustration by [livejournal.com profile] adadochka, kyaa kyaa. *_* I hope you'll read and enjoy it! \o/

Ahhhh, I feel pretty good. |D I'm proud of me for making it, and for finishing stuff, and for writing as much original fiction as I did. :3 CONGRATS TO EVERYONE ELSE WHO MADE IT, and congrats to everyone who tried and had fun. YAY NANO 09 \m/
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Thoughts: CRY SOB CRY--this week has been really bad for me, re: keeping up on things; I just tend to barely make it for the word counts. (I feel like I've said this before, but this week felt worse than others, because I actually DID miss my goal a few times and had a day where I didn't write at all and basically just had to plod and pick my way through a wordcount to catch up.) BUT I AM STILL CAUGHT UP! And that is good. And while I am working for part of the upcoming holiday (if they give me a computer that actually works, that is, sob wireless!), there should still be time to get writing done. \o/

I MIGHT MAKE IT THIS YEAR! THIS IS EXCITING.
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Thoughts: Sooooooob this week! THIS WEEK! I did not get nearly as much done this week as I wanted; most nights, I just pretty much eked past the minimum wordcount for NaNo in the last hour or so before bedtime. ON TOP OF THAT MAYBE I AM GETTING SICK?! Which is kind of sucktastic, but it would explain why I have been kind of dead on trying to get anything done. The thing that really sucks, though, is that I still want to write, I just have been unable to focus properly to pull anything off.

On the other hand, I think I am definitely in the consumptive cycle of my creative output again; I have been reading a ton of manga (m-mostly silly BL but still! mostly reading manga) this past week, and I think it's sort of put me on a I WANT TO WRITE ORIGINAL FIC! BUT ALSO FANFIC! I am finally catching up on xxxHolic, and also I am on this embarrassingly big FukuJun kick like YOU WOULD NOT BELIEVE. BUT I HAVE NO DIRECTION! vicious cycle. This is slightly troubling. :|a

But I am on track, writing-wise, so hopefully I will have more to post in the upcoming week. \o/
I TOTALLY FORGOT TO MAKE THIS POST YESTERDAY. BUT YOU KNOW.

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