A Healthy Dose of PMS ~#

[Psychotic Maniacal Sanity]

~Saturday 27th September/Sunday 28th September, 2008.

I'm feeling much better today, thanks guys. And, my friend probably won't be getting better any time soon, but she's as fine as she can be (which turns out to be pretty damn fine xD), and it was nothing that a little bit of alcohol, a late night scary movie, and two MASSIVE bouncy castles couldn't fix, even if only for a little while. I don't drunk much, I but got tipsy and we played the TV-boardgame Atmosfear in the evening. That game is SO much more fun when you've had something to drink and are struggling to add up numbers on a dice. xd

We then spent the majority of the evening running up and down the 25 ft. tall bouncy slide thingy we rented for the party, and dancing around, and doing other stupid stuff. By the end of the evening I was absolutely off-my-feet-tired and could barely stand up because of it. It was fantastic. And the best thing of all was that I didn't have to worry about writing, or about feeling shitty, or anything like that. We just had some fun, some food, some alcohol, some moviez and plenty plenty plenty of friendly laughs and jokes.

This morning I woke up feeling much much better for it. I had two friends who slept over, one of them being the ill one. We ate left-overs for breakfast (I'm going to be eating that food for weeks to come, I just know it; Mum always cooks too much), and then chatted for a while. They didn't go home until 1pm., which was about the time that I actually had a shower, got dressed and sat down to do some writing... That didn't go too well, because at this point the men still hadn't come to collect the bouncy castles. I went out for another final bounce on both of them, and then spent most of the day jus surfing the internet and making a crappy first-attempt banner for my NaNoWriMo 2008 (which y'all better look out for because it's going to be awesome craptacular!

I've been adding to my novel right about now. We've just got to this sex scene that I was never sure about writing, and now have decided to write because it actually fits better now than in the original plan, and I'm feeling good. Although I have three days of writing to catch up with, I won't stress myself out over it because - DUN DUN DUHH - I've just done a word count and realised that I've got 70,000 words on this novel now! That means I have only 10,000 words to write before the end of October. I have a whole month to write 10k. This is good. No, wait. This is fabulous.

I don't need to stress myself out over it, because I only actually have to write 300 words a day to make my goal, and I don't think that will be a problem to be honest. What I think I'll aim to do is to get it done by about the middle of October, and spend the second half of the month just getting ready for NaNoWriMo; I've got banners to make, a synopsis to come up with, characters to develop and a load of dares to collect and subplot-plots to come up with. :]

In case any of you are somehow interested in my NaNoWriMo novel plot (which I don't think could be possibly after the length of this journal, but hey, I'll give it a shot), here are the basics:

'The Art of Misdirection'

Think of it like this: I have a thin string of main plotline which sort of runs down the middle of the novel like a backbone: The government has put a crackdown on “inappropriate fun”, and this includs things like candy, and sideshows, right?

Well.

You see, this is obviously going to create friction. So, these two main characters, Allouez Caine (aka AC, the good guy - you just know there are going to be Air Conditioning jokes) and Rouge Noir (the wonderfully fantabulous villain), are fighting for different sides. AC is part of a travelling side show/carnival, the money from which funds this MASSIVE candy emporium. Of course Rouge, and her brother, Blue, who are working for the government (kind of) have to get rid of them because of this ‘inappropriate fun’ which they can’t afford to let keep corrupting the world. She sends a team to airlift the emporium out of it's place, and it's taken some place far away, confiscated and hidden.

The main bulk of the plot is basically driven by the side show (including lots of carnival freaks and AC and the owners of the emporium) travelling all over to try and find the emporium so they can rescue "nameless character" who sends out their paychecks, and get the government to lift the ban on fun. Throughout the whole thing AC and Rouge will be posting in blogs and videoblogs and stuff with their plans, under the impression that nobody can see it. Of course, AC will discover the “private” part of a blog she has been arguing against on the topic of appropriate vs. inappropriate fun for years, and it’ll be Rouge’s blog with all these details about where the emporium is etc.

There will basically be this massive epic showdown at the end, where there is a battle and one side will win. The winning side will gain jurisdiction over Fun.

And there you have it. My long-winded way of saying "Here, plx read ma shitz plot. Ya?" x3

Anyway! Enough.

Words written today: 1,224 words and counting.

Lines for today:

“Well, at first I just thought you were stubborn. And then I realised that actually you weren’t the b***h you pretended to be. You weren’t quite so cynical, and you weren’t nearly so twisted as you made out. I thought to myself, ‘That girl just needs a friend’, and then that’s what I did. I became your friend. I tried to help you, and then, then I found out that I liked being your friend. I liked being your friend much more than I liked being anybody else’s friend, and I guess that just made me think more about being your friend. I never really thought about the reason you avoided people, though. I just thought you didn’t want to be around them because they were them, and you were you, and those were two completely different entities.”  

[Psychotic Maniacal Sanity]

~Monday 29th September, 2008.

Today hasn't been bad. Although I've only written 600 words, I've written my sexy scene, and now I'm onto the aftermath which will no doubt be harder to write because it's a lot more emotional. To be honest I'm happy with what I've written, it's not bad at all. The problem I'm having is that I've done no homework again today, and although this isn't urgent I'm beginning to feel like I really should do more during the week, even if it's not due in. I used to do my homework when I got it, and now I don't do it until a day before it's due in. That means that if I have trouble with it, I can't ask my teachers.

I should reorganise stuff, really.

But anyway. I left this entry a bit later tonight, so, that will have to be all.

Words written: 642. (Is that all? Whyyesitis.)

Lines for today:

She could remember the moonlight, and the lake, and the kisses. She could remember the sensations of bliss and happiness, the silver wave of pleasure that had crashed over her body. Ellette’s body moving beneath her- she could remember that too, almost perfectly- and her smiling, laughing lips curled like a rose petal.



On another note: ONLY 2 DAYS TO GO UNTIL THE NANOWRIMO THREAD IS UP AND READY TO POSTED IN. Only 32 days until NaNoWriMo begins, and I have only 8.1k to write before it starts. heart  

[saint_savin]

I WISH I ONLY HAD ABOUT 8K!

D:

Hey, we have a NaNo thread here. NOW XD.

ZOMG I CAN'T BELIEVE IT'S THAT TIME ALREADY.

And, I'm really super-happy. Sexy and 600+ words is GREAT. Don't kid yourself!  

[Psychotic Maniacal Sanity]

Well, it's only 8k until I hit my halfway goal. Then I have another 80k to write. Minimum.

I see it. =DD *bouncebounce*

I KNOW. I love NaNo. It's actually my favourite time of year. xd How sad is that?

Okay. whatever you say. =O
xD I think the sexy scene is okay, too. I don't think it's bad, at least. ;]  

[DesertRoseFallen]

Sexy scenes rock. And go you with your word count at minimum of 80k word count. biggrin

 

[Psychotic Maniacal Sanity]

This is what I plan to do.
3nodding

heart  

[Psychotic Maniacal Sanity]

~Tuesday 30th September, 2008.

I left this a bit late again tonight. I've been too busy.

Today I've:
- written 1k words
- made a cover for my NaNoWriMo novel



- done two pieces of homework and reorganised my psychology coursework
- been really busy.

Get me.

Now, time for bed?

Lines for today:

“So, you’re trying to guilt trip us into going?” Ellette raised her eyebrows cynically.

“Well, that was the plan.” And then Neon smiled. “Is it working?”  

[DesertRoseFallen]

Wow I love that banner for your Nano!

I know the feeling of being busy. I had to rewrite a fairytale in modern day and I've spent all afternoon on it. Sleeping Beauty is a druggie eek

Anywayyy, yay for you, keep it up biggrin

 

[Psychotic Maniacal Sanity]

Thanks. X3

That sounds like fun though! =O

~Wednesday 1st October, 2006.

I'll keep this short because Gaia is lagging, but, YEY NANOWRIMO THREAD BY DAYS IS UP! I've been waiting for this for WEEKS. I've also written 500 words today, been told by my English teacher that I'm very widely read, and done all my homework. Aren't I just awesome? :B

Wordcount: 73,568 / 80,000
Words written today: 559.

Lines for today:

It was dark in our room, breezy but dark, and I was lying just dozing when I felt her hand on my arm. It was the first time we have made love indoors, because the lake seems to be our special place.  

[saint_savin]

YEAH! Widely-read! HURRAY.

That's so fabulous.

Now, if only the NaNo site forums would stay up.

I am getting really enthused about this year! I'm surprised.  

[Psychotic Maniacal Sanity]

It's obviously just being around me. ninja

XD

I do love NaNo, I do I do I do. =O  

[Psychotic Maniacal Sanity]

Okay guys, you probably don't want to read this rant today. XD It's awful. I don't know really why I'm posting it other than that it made me feel a little better. Feel free to ignore it all. xd

~Thursday 2nd October/Friday 3rd October, 2008.

They say that things always work out okay in the end, more so than you expect. At the moment I'm inclined to actually disagree with that, but I do have to concede that there are moments of light within every dark episode. This week has been a pretty draining one, and I have the distinct impression that this is exactly what life is going to be like for the next year. It's a depressing thought, simply because if this is how worn out I'm feeling after one month, how am I going to be feeling after a whole year of it?

And more importantly: how the hell am I going to be able to sit down and do NaNoWriMo with this much work on my plate? I suppose this is a thought I'm going to have to ignore for a little while. I'll have to condition myself to appreciate the more positive things in life, and stop myself from spending so much time gazing stupidly at the negative elements of every situation. But, even as I think this and make little resolutions to myself that I will honestly think in a more positive light, I find myself unable to do so. It's ridiculous, but the amount of stupid things being thrown at me at the moment is doing more than keeping me on my toes. It's like a dog trying to be a ballerina. It's not working.

So, right now I'm sat here thinking about my week and trying to pull out all of the positive bits. So far I've got... Not a lot. This week I've done all of my homework. Of course, I had some problems with that (involving a teacher getting annoyed at me because of a USB stick corruption that totally wasn't my fault- and HELL I emailed it him anyway...), but let's not think about that. So, I did all my homework. Well, all except for that important coursework that I have no idea how to go about and that stupid personal study for history which is eating my brain out.

I wrote 2,500 words today, which is more than I've written all week. And although this shows today to be a good day, it also suggests that this week has been incredibly poor. Aw hell, another negative point. Today I had a nap when I felt tired, but then of course we can relate this to my energy levels and discuss the fact that at seventeen years old, even with a full eight hour + night sleep, I still need to take daily naps. Does that make me weird? Or is it just because I'm constantly tired, and things are so much better when I'm sleeping? Perhaps I should avoid answering my own questions, because the answers only ever come out cynical and depressive anyway. Either that or I get sidetracked and never actually answer the questions I started out with.

And, to be perfectly honest, I can see nothing more positive about my week. And, this week was a week without much homework, and week that should have been easy. Whatever does that mean for next week? I can only worry because the more I think about it, the more worried I get, and the more worried I get the more I think about it. It's a horribly vicious circle, in which I find myself close to tears on numerous occasions and people simply telling me that it will either get better (my mother), or worse (all the teachers at school). Where do that leave me? *eyeroll*

So, aside from all this useless angst, I suppose there is little else for me to do tonight except sleep it off. Again. I just hope this time that it works.

I guess tomorrow I have my NaNo meet to look forward to. I hope it's one of those cold, fresh days that tastes like frost and autumn, and looks bright and cool. I don't want one of those horrible grey days, with no sunlight and nothing but drizzle rain. At least if it's going to rain (which I hope it doesn't because I don't have an umbrella and I have to walk through the town centre to get to the pub) I want it to rain properly. I want the heavens to open and pour buckets of the stuff from the sky whilst playing a loud thunder rumble and some bright flashes of lightning. No, what I want tomorrow is a nice crisp autumn day. I wonder if, for once, I can have this nice weather when I want it, so I can go out tomorrow all wrapped up in gloves and scarf and wash all the depression away with that biting wind. =P

Anyway. I have rambled for FAR too long tonight, and I'm sure this is getting boring. I could go on all night, but I have to get up in a few hours, so it's probably best that I get some sleep.

Words written today: 2,549

Overall word count: 76,114

Lines for today:

“Miaan...”

“Yeah?”

“Miaan, I slept with Ellette.”

Miaan’s head jerked at her words as he turned his head towards her. “What?”

“More than once.” She began to feel sick; her stomach was churning and all she could think of was the lake, and the rolling waters around her body, and the cool grass beneath her body.  

[DesertRoseFallen]

Wow, yeah I know what you mean with the weather. It's horrible.

And well done with your work! You've done a lot more than me.

 

[saint_savin]

You're almost at your goal and your witch icon is fabulous. That's something!

The dog ballerina analogy also is genius.

*HUGS!*  

[Psychotic Maniacal Sanity]

Thanks again guys. ;]

Saturday 4th October/Sunday 5th

Now playing: I'm A Star - Eden Espinosa

Someone give me a chance, and watch me break through. I deserve to be seen, this dream feels way overdue. I was born to perform more than anyone knows, I am passion and guts, I want this and it shows!


It has been brought to my attention that all I ever do is rant. XD I rant, I moan. I'm boring. =O

Today I've yet to write much, but that's okay. Yesterday I didn't write much either, but that's also okay. To be perfectly honest, I have all month to get this last 4k written, and I won't die if it takes me all the month to do it. =]

Also, I'm happy. In a contest run by the lovely Holly Lisle (who has some fantastic writing tips on her website www.hollylisle.com) I have won today's prize. So, I should be getting my hands on a copy of her How To Beat Writer's Block. Hellyeah! I could dance. This is great. It's normally worth $50 which is wonderful in itself, but it might just help me enjoy writing again. ;]

Holly, my faith lies in you. xd

As for tonight, I think I'll get back to my writing and enjoying myself. ;3

Lines for today:

“I won’t sit here discussing my sexual activity with you like a business deal. For goodness sake. I was fine before I met you, didn’t need anybody to ‘keep me busy’ then. You say it like what we had was the most special thing in the world. All it was- well, it was nothing more than a physical exchange. Nothing else. And you knew that at the time, so don’t be giving me all this rubbish about my longing for physical intimacy after you’d gone. If I remember correctly- and I know I do- it was you who talked me into sleeping with you the first time, which proves my point. I can cope perfectly well without a sexual relationship.”

“So?”

I am more than the average no one - one chance!