My word count has been stunted due to hitting the proverbial wall, and also because I've been cleaning the house with religious fervor xD.

I wish everyone a Happy Thanksgiving In Advance!

My goodness, I should have remembered that while I enjoy writing things by hand, I HATE TYPING IT UP AFTERWARDS. I've only gotten like four days worth of words typed up! Over a week of writing left and it'll just keep coming and ARGH. On the plus side, while I was sick of looking at my novel (the narrative of the last story I wrote appears to be what I've settled on), I typed up an HP fic I wrote a few months ago:

Moony Lovegood
Summary: Whilst hiding out in Hogsmeade, Sirius meets a certain blonde girl.

Because I couldn't figure out how the heck Sirius could possibly get a haircut in Goblet of Fire! I also wondered how he was coping with the aftereffects of prolonged depression exposure to Dementors (badly), what effect Buckbeak would have had on it (animals help with depression!), whether Remus thought to smuggle him chocolate (chocolate also helps with depression until you run out!)...

And I already thought up the pun so I couldn't resist. Probably I'm going to do a Commentary Meme on it.

Word count: Around 7-8000, to be remedied once I start writing for the day.

I just realized I forgot to tell everyone on here about my novel. It's really just a collection of short stories about change. It also really sucks. XD I picked the most pretentious concept I could think of, and I didn't bother to do my usual character gymnastics so here's the main cast in order of most appearances:

-Me, with my sixteen-year-old personality (wallflower-ish).
-Some handsome brown-haired dude who looks and acts a lot like Squall Leonhart without the baggage.
-A dark-haired lady who is very motherly despite the fact that she's at the most about five years older than everyone else, and sometimes not even that.
-A hotheaded blond dude.

I basically just put everyone in every situation I can think of from hunting ghosts in our world to being knights and ladies in Medieval Fantasyland. AND NOW YOU KNOW THE PROFOUND MEANING OF MY NOVEL.

I am really enjoying myself this year, though! I think it's because I'm writing it out by hand like I usually do.

Yeah, I cracked. xD

I'm only a day off schedule now, due to my fashions class lasting eight hours. Um, and I've fallen a little bit in love with Travis Willingham and Vic Mignogna and Laura Bailey. I thought I wouldn't ever cosplay from Fullmetal unless it was Noah or Trisha. And then I remembered Klaus/Klose, that cute tomboy from the beginning of the series in the Blue Roses episode--I looked up some screencaps and went, "HOMFG SOMEONE'S WEARING A PRETTY BLUE DRESS AND I WON'T EVEN NEED A WIG YAY".

This is her.

Halloween was... okay this year. But anyway, today is November First and YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS. I'm going to check my email and things only once a week, starting today, in order to allot maximum writing time, and I may not post at all.

*waves* Good luck to any other NaNo participants!

LOOK GUYS

I FINISHED MY DRESS AND MY APRON AND I WAS SO EXCITED I TOOK A PICTURE OF ME IRONING TO CELEBRATE MY ALMOST-COMPLETION IN TIME FOR HALLOWEEN

( WOO )

Harley has developed this habit of sleeping on whichever pair of shoes she comes across. I find it weird because they don't seem like very comfortable pillows, but DARN IT SHE IS JUST SO ADORABLE:

( AWWWWWWWWW )

I am going to win NaNoWriMo this year, finish that novel, get it published, and become fabulously wealthy so that I can get a house here (disable popups for that site).

I never knew that such beauty existed outside of national parks. And--and people will be able to live there, in the middle of it!

-My fashions class is eight hours with one hour for lunch, and we work on paper so while my cutting technique has improved papercuts are inavoidable. I wish we could do some damn mockups in muslin already.

-My acting class... is actually not one where much acting is done (DAMN IT), we just talk about acting. It's nice and informative, but I still get so bored in that class. I decided to read pages from the book out loud in a really dramatic manner, but I don't think anyone listens.

-I'm working on my novel Slang. YES. THE FIRST CHAPTER IS HALFWAY DONE yet nobody seems to want to give me any feedback. I should have enrolled in Creative Writing at Berkeley. Or started up a writer's group. OR SOMETHING.

-I'm finishing up River's vest and trying to figure out how fishnet works.

-I'm learning Joanne's songs in RENT. Also Mimi's, but I like Joanne's better because I'm a mezzo-soprano.

My brother is going to Australia next year, and he'll mainly be around the coast so he can surf and the heat won't kill him. If we want to go with him, we can.

I AM ALREADY LOOKING FOR COASTAL ANIME CONS BUT PLEASE SUGGEST OTHER THINGS I CAN DO

AND MORE WRITING!

Yoinked from senri and okroginator

Post the first line of a story here, and I'll write the next five.

Here’s another in-depth yet slightly shorter and more manageable commentary! You’ll see the inner workings of my writing process and what makes me tick and all that good stuff. I hope this won’t be boring. If it is, I’VE MADE IT EDUCATIONAL!

( IT'S A BURST OF FRUIT FLAVOR )

In accordance with the aforementioned meme, here's an informative and hopefully EXCITING commentary on what I believe is my SEXIEST fic.

( IT'S A ROAD TO ADVENTURE )

Have you ever had a conversation that segued into personal subjects, and you got really stressed out and said something that caused the other end to spiral into confusion?

And then, when you started to try to explain things it resulted in more misunderstandings?

And then after an hour you just walked away/hung up/disconnected because you realized there was no way of salvaging it?

And then, when you woke up the next day you had absolutely no idea what to say to possibly repair your friendship, and then realized that if said friend wouldn't even try to understand how you feel on those matters you might actually be better off not ever speaking to that person again?

Just putting it out there.

Soooo, I quit my job today. I am really glad to get away from the heat and faceless masses and getting called to cover people at six-thirty in the morning, especially since one of my classes takes EIGHT HOURS. I will be missing the extra money, but I guess I could always go seasonal at the local fabrics store. They get swamped during Christmas and since my sister and best friend work there it wouldn't be absolutely the worst thing ever.

Not to mention, no possibility of oil spatter burns.

I like when it is chilly in the mornings. For one thing I can cheat a little and not put on sunscreen, because the clouds are like a lampshade over the sun! For another, I can stay in bed and not feel horribly exhausted.

I think I'm ill. I have various aches and pains that won't go away, I woke up at nine o'clock but still want to sleep some more, and even though it's overcast I can't seem to decide whether it's too hot or too cold.

I spent two hours trying to crochet River's vest! And what do I have right now? A BALL OF SLIGHTLY CRUMPLED YARN BECAUSE I KEPT MESSING UP AND UNRAVELING IT.

Here's why I like knitting better:

( Reasons )

I hope I have an epiphany or something that enables me to have a better relationship with this craft, though I strongly believe that I will never crochet anything with the same glee in my heart that comes with knitting.