November 1st, 2004

wasn't my bullet


I worked on my English study guide from 7:00 to 11:45 last night. 17 hand-written pages. Total and complete bullshit.

I rule.

Something I find incredibly apt (from Chris Baty's ode to the NaNoWriMoers):

"You are awesome. Whether you recognize it or not, you are a tremendously powerful literary force. Currents of creativity run so deeply through the human condition that the central problem of writing is not a shortage of inspiration but an overwhelming surplus of it."

I am going to print this out and tape it to the monitor.
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every frequency


Dear Adam:

We were pleased to receive your application for admission to Truman State University. Thanks for applying early! I am delighted to inform you that you have been accepted for admission.

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I am incredibly ecstatic about this acceptance. Unlike the ISU and BSU acceptances, when I read it, I began jumping around the living room, squealing like a little girl. It was fantastic.

I also got the note doodad thing that says that I'll be getting a gold card. Oh man! I am so excited.

This was a good day. Except for how my hand fell off in English. But that is an entirely different story.

I suspect that there will be three posts today: the one from this morning, this one, and the one updating on my novel progress tonight. Woo.

And now... I write.
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Today's word count: 335
Total word count: 335
Should be at: 1667
Variance: -1332

I wrote the prologue and the first line of chapter one when I realized something.

This novel doesn't want to be in first person. (Therefore, you can just subtract 335 words until I get around to actually properly writing this thing.)

Beyond that, things aren't going too well. I have to be up at 4:00 tomorrow morning, so I pretty much just quit. Oh well. With any luck, there will be a lot of downtime in which I will be able to write. I just want to get to the goddamn -----world, dammit. None of this actual reality bull. :(
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