HEY CHECK THIS OUT and Awesome/Less Awesome

I decided that I needed another blog (because I do a really great job with keeping this one up, I know.) I needed a Serious Blog. About writing. A Serious Writing Blog. A Really Damn Serious Blog. 

So that's what I've got. I'll post here with my usual spew, but Really Damn Serious is for when I feel like being coherent about writing. That should be fun.

This is the link if you didn't get it, got it?

Okay, I'm done obnoxiously linking you.  Switching gears now.

So, you know what's awesome?

Cute nerd-boys.

You know what's less awesome?

Not seeing him until next week, [i]maybe[/i].

Awesome?

Spending the weekend with a bunch of kids from Belgium.

Less awesome?

Going home.

Awesome?

I have tentatively made up my mind that I am definitely going to school in Europe for [i]at least[/i] a year.

Less awesome?

I have absolutely no money for that plan. I'm going to do it anyway.

Awesome?

I'm really lovin' my scruffy Converse today.

Less awesome?

There is nothing less than awesome about my Converse.

Awesome?

I downloaded about 100 new songs today.

Less awesome?

Bunch of cops walked in to eat lunch as I was (illegally) downloading music and I got scared but I played it cool I don't think they suspected anything. I'm awesome.

Brief Summary

So, all right. Time to actually get serious about novelling. And it's really easy to say that while no one is online to roleplay with me, but I'm Serious.

Do you see this Serious Face?

I've actually written. For DAYS in a row, and this is good. So I'm going to keep that up.

Plus, our self-imposed deadline is in March and that's coming up pretty fast.

What I've got:

Beginning/set-up: mostly done. Have to work with Liz on some of the finer points. Like that whole Jamie deal.

Middle: I think I've got that set up, so I mostly know what's happening. And I can write it.

Ending: What is this 'ending' you speak of?

What else I've got:

I made a pretty spiffy cover, wanna see? Yeah, of course you do. <

Yeaaaaah, I need a synopsis. ._. Shh.

And Liz's.

What I need:

Everything.

College sucks.

I could (I DO) spend hours and hours looking for scholarships and grants and things so I can actually afford to go. I guess I'm hoping for something to just come up and offer itself to me. I'm trying to decide whether or not to write an essay to maybe get $1,000.

Damn it, why can't life be easy?

Ooh, sign language is interesting. I was just talking to a woman who does sign language, who has done it for years, and the language is a lot more complicated than I'd originally think. Like. I guess it's like any language. Sentence structure is different, slang.

Oh, we started talking because this crazy guy was sitting across from her and talking to himself, looking at her, and she looked up and he startled and left quickly. (He's back now, sitting at a different table, eating a scone.)

(She was transcribing what he was saying; it's actually really interesting and kind of poetic. I kind of want to know his story now. I mean, the reason he's crazy is probably drugs and shit, but he sounds like he had some sort of life before that. An education. Sounds kind of bitter. I'll edit it into this post if she ever actually emails it to me. Here:

"and call that if you want it is textbook- about the letters or any other language letters or a dog once you process it and when you teach them what process is, cartoons or otherwise, that teaches you something- like a recipe- suicide or murder- you have give it in Pakistan or something, better than now real fast at the University"

I am not kidding, I have just typed out pretty much word-for-word what he is saying. The missing parts aren't due to my typing speed, more like parts missing from this poor man's brain. Or parts added to his brain. Hard to tell which. Part of what he was saying was either in tongues or Hebrew.

"No matter how high you are in the whole world, there is someone who can calculate that for you- you in this culture can become better after all that schooling- at least that- when they get it they get it we are happy they get it- it really won't kill them - psychologically you have to test them to see- if you saw a pup here you'd tell them from the guy who got the most mad later..."

He is starting to make sense- this man across from me - as you can tell......he's not talking to me, he is just mumbling this stuff to himself.)

I love being a nerd.

So, I go on obsessive binges and then get over it for a while. And then go back. I'll obsess over it for a few days/weeks and then I'll stop for a bit. (Point in case: Questionable Content.)

My latest thing to obsess over?

http://www.gallifreyone.com/

Doctor Who Con in LA. Which is ... relatively close. I could drive there it's that close. And ... Doctor Who nerds. And.

Do I really need to explain myself?

It looks SO AWESOME. And my cousin might go with me. (I don't wanna go alone.) And CLAIRE might go with me. (But that's still a very large 'maybe' at this point.) I think I am completely justified in being excited for this.

Anyway. Going to obsess/socialize now.

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Seeeee, Liz? I posted even AFTER you left!

HERE LAUREN

Okay, so, last night I was supposed to blog and I didn't and Lauren has been very upset with me all day.

So, I forgot to blog because the Child came over and ended up spending the night.

Yes, I'm making excuses. Shut up and listen to the cute story.

So, it's about nine at night and he's getting fussy and at one point I'm sitting on my bed and he's on the ground rolling around trying to see how much noise he can make without outright crying. Finally he's like "): I need you to help me."

And at that point I was like *annoyed* If I help you I'm going to pick you up and you're going to sit on my lap, quietly.

And the Child was like *nodnodnod* O.O

So, I picked him up and turned off the light and he was like "D: I don' wanna sleep!"

"Shh, we're sitting. See? No sleeping."

And he was out in five minutes.

Now, a while later, when I was pretty sure he was asleep I stood up to go put him in his bed. Where he sleeps. And doesn't bother me. When I stood up, he mumbled, "I wan' Sarah's bed." So I sat back down.

He sits up, looking as miffed as a three year old can, and crawls off my lap, curling up on my blankets and going back to sleep.

Thus, I was kicked out of my bed.

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There, see? That was SO CUTE, how can you be mad at me for not blogging?

Yeah. Yup. Uhhuh.

Right so, Glind told me that we're updating our blogs every day from now on. And as long as I get to ramble and grumble about T&D, that should work out fine, as long as I remember.

So, my most pressing issue right now is LAUREN SHOULD FOCUS. )<

Really though. THIS is what happens when we don't focus. And it is entirely her fault.

Aside from that, I'm about 10k into a draft of Truth that I think I'm going to keep, and it seems like it's probably going to cooperate. Still in the beginning stages of the plot. Fuuuuunnnn ...

I don't feel good, so excuse me for this kind of crappy post.

Also, holy CRAP, it's '11. That's insane.

On a related note, when I rule the world, it will be required for EVERYONE to carry chocolate on them. All the time.

NaNoWriMo

I haven't posted since NaNo started, and I have a good reason for that.

I'm a hundred words short of 8,000.

And going a bit crazy.

Day 2 went much like this:



I love my friends for being my conscience during NaNo. I also love the competition they present. (The only reason I'm at almost-8-thousand is because Greg - the prat - is at 11k as of tonight.)

I'm going to sleep. No use in depriving myself of any more sleep if I'm not writing.

Goodnight world. You've been good to me.

The Countdown

This blog comes to you in two related parts:

Part 1

28 days, 10 hours, 32 minutes, and 11 seconds until NaNoWriMo.

Oh yes, it's that time of year again. *spaz*

The site relaunched and the forums are squeaky new! There are so many PEOPLE around now! Forums are constantly moving. I love it. I've got a plot idea and my fingers are twitching and I want it to be November already!

Part 2

It's our friendaversary! Lauren, Annie, Taylor, and Claire, we met a year ago today (just about)! Yay us!

Cheers.

Of airports and such ...

So. I'm at the airport again.

I do this entirely too often.

We are way too early. And I'm bored. There aren't even interesting people to watch yet. That's how insanely early we are.

This is what I look like when I'm bored:

And sideways, apparently. Dunno how to fix that, plus I'm lazy. So you get Sideways!Sarah.

This is me being grumpy at the sun:



I have a headache and I'm vaguely grumpy and I"m running on one hour of sleep yay!

There's a Coke truck driving around out there by the planes. Heheh, it looks tiny. Stupid soda truck. S'gonna get smooshed.

Now there's nothing. Eh.

I'm so tired. I'm going to sleep now. *passes out *

I'm sorry, what?

You know what I hate?

People who make things a racial issue.

Bloody hell.

I'm probably the least racist person you'll ever meet. I honestly can have a whole conversation with someone and not realize if they're black or white or Norwegian, and I honestly don't CARE.

I said something to my friend yesterday, about the color white, and how no one likes the color white and it's boring and overlooked, but it's a brilliant color because it's every color at once. (Yes, Trix. I WAS stealing from Abby.)

And today, this woman (who I generally like; she's like my friend's aunt.) says, about me saying that "no one likes the color white" that she wonders if I was feeling the pain of the white people, or the persecuted black people, and how no one likes the white people. And then she continued to ramble for a bit on how no one is black or white and this and that and I mostly tuned out.

What. The. Hell. (Of course my response was more like, "Um ... no, that's not what I was going for. I was just saying that ... white is a ... generally overlooked color.")

Did I say ANYTHING about races? I don't even. Stop putting words in my mouth.

It's not that big of a deal. It just sort of added to my stressful morning.

Anyway. Wanted to rant. Finished now.

JulNo Failure

Haven't updated in a while.

Julno is pretty much a fail. I'm probably ... around 16k? Yeah. ._. Anyway.

My day was spent chasing chickens with The Child,



watching AVPS,




and, perhaps my biggest accomplishment for the day:



Yup. I was bored. And so decided the eggs needed faces. The Child will, undoubtedly, be thrilled. Dad walked in when I was about halfway finished with the eggs, grinned hugely, and grabbed a pen, helping me finish the carton. I love my family.

Other than that, my day has been uneventful. Yeahhhhhh.

Off to write and perhaps not fail JulNo. Yeah, right.

JulNo Day Twelve: Apathetic Way To Be

So, I've met a new character.

His name is Ben.

Just thought the general public should be aware of this.

I don't even know about him. I have to write him for a bit.

I don't have a plot. I have a feeling this will be very litfic, in that it follows no coherent plot but there is definitely a story there.

We'll see.

Kinda apathetic. Bordering on depressed? I don't know. Doing a lot of homework. All day. Big Test tomorrow. Fun.

I dunno. I have mood swings. I'll be happy again in ten minutes.

Later, bro.

Day 10: Holy crap, it's day ten? D:

I haven't written in a few days.

I'm really behind.

Eh.

So, Homework Train time! I'm not supposed to be on the internet except for school ...

So, naturally, I'm blogging. Of course.

Anyway, I'm not going to be around much for the next week. I'm going to try to keep up with JulNo. I'll hang around Gmail on and off; if you hang around there long enough you'll catch me.

In a generally bad mood since I got home.

Eh.

JulNo Day Nine: Behind D:

I think I woke up behind for the first time this JulNo.

I didn't write yesterday. (I was having too much fun roleplaying because CLAIRE was there!)

Anyway, I'm behind today. So, I have to write. Only I'm babysitting all day. Eh. I'll write tonight.

So i'm going to go. Will probably blog again tonight, after I get some writing done.

Yeahhhh

JulNo day Eight: Broke Even =/

Look, I missed a day again!

I'm ont even gonna pretend that I'm going to update every day. *shrug* 'Least I'm honest?

So, I was behind yesterday. Well, not really behind, but actually like, trying to reach the lowest possible word goal for the day, which was 11k.

Which I should have gotten DAYS ago. =/

Ah well.

Am currently at 11.2k and won't be able to write for a few hours. How horrid.

S'great though. I'm writing a lot of Truths at the moment, also James-Jamie scene. Kinda dropped the pictures. Got boring and I couldn't figure out many other ways to die that would be interesting aside from being sat on by an elephant. Which might actually be fun. I should write that.

My life is boring in that busy way that leaves no time for anything. You know? I'm not like ... super busy ... but I am. Still have homework to finish for the summer. And babysitting happens at the least, three times a week.

Well, wanted to post this blog before I had to go babysit. Nothing really important here, just thought I'd do my JulNo check in. I might post again after I've written for the day. *shrug*

Cheers

JulNo day Six: Avoidance

I'm so bipolar.

I really am.

Earlier today I had decided that I was GOING to get 100k this month, and I would sit down and write as soon as I could, and I wouldn't stop until I passed out. And now I'm staring at my word document wondering what the hell I was thinking.

This has been a daily routine for the last six days.

I'd like to shoot for 100k. But I'm going to just try to keep up with 50k.

I think I've gotten past the hard part where I'm generally unimpressed with my story and the world. It's starting to become its own being and take me for a ride, telling me what's happening. I'm having fun.

But that's just my main story.

I'm also continuing with Truths, because, well. Some characters just don't know how to shut up. I've also got going The Plan, because I forgot about it, and it really is epic. Truths is making me sad right now, but I think I have a Jamie-and-James scene that would be fun to write out. The Plan is going. I'm going to attempt to write Noah answering the door. (Generally annoying little-brother-ish-ness. Check.)

I'm behind on my main story (which I've decided is called Snapshots, cause I needed something to call it.) I've kept up wordcount with the other things I've written, but I'm a picture behind, I think.

Taylor vlogged today. Lauren's turn tomorrow, I believe.

Okay. Enough avoiding. (Ahah, Like Taylor said, only a writer would avoid writing with ...writing.)

Off to write.

Aiming for 15k.

Planning for 11.

Whoo Day Two!

I'm currently at 4,470 words.

This is thrilling.

I'm loving this.

I almost forgot to blog.

I'm going to go see if there is a vlog for today, and if not, then I get to go yell at someone.

Semi-watching Doctor Who.

Sorta writing.

Off to write then.

Welcome to JulNo, procrastinators welcome!

It's July!

And guess what I'm doing.

Procrastinating!

That's right.

It MUST be a WriMo.

I used to have a plan for JulNo; the picture thing. Fifty different 1,000 word drabbles. Cool beans.

And then Claire told me about her JulNo, and that made me have an idea, and I'm probably going to do that now.

Thanks Cee, for once again proving that I lack the ability to stick to a plan.

Okay.

JulNo-ing now. Go!

Nostalgia

I was just walking through the house and - you know how sometimes certain smells make you think of a certain thing? I smelled ... my cousin's house when we were little. I can't really describe it, but I just got a flash of being six years old sleeping over at my aunt's. It smelled like apple juice and play dough and popcorn and Vegi Tales playing in the background, though that's not so much a smell as part of the memory. Smelled like summer. Hmm. Maybe that's just a little kid smell?

I get that quite a bit actually - certain smells suddenly remind me of a certain memory. Even when I'm not certain what exactly it is that I'm remembering. Isn't it weird how your sense of smell is often linked to memories? You wouldn't think it, but it is.

Anyway, leaving in a few minutes for a writer's critique group. Again, slightly intimidated. Just remembered that I hadn't blogged in a few days, and so should really get back into that. Again.

Might add more to this when I get home, but if not, I bid thee farewell.

'Mallow

Story time again!

Sarah wonders what kind of topic she could choose to make a passable blog post today. Sarah remembers fondly her third-person-intro days and decides to reinstate that practice. She isn't quite sure how this blog is gonna turn out to be, but will just go with it.

Sarah has been informed that she is to drop everything and continue the story started at this post: http://larienvalar.blogspot.com/2010/05/storytelling-time-shut-up-sare-im.html
And so she does.

As it turned out, the reason the funny-looking men were arguing because one group of them had declared that the sky was exactly the color of an amethyst, while another group decided that the sky more resembled Violet Beauregard. This was the beginning of the Great War of Colors that lasted many years and ran many potato farmers out of business.

Amid the Great War of Color, no one noticed the small bunch of the funny-looking men that saw the sky as a sapphire. They were mostly written off as crazy, and faded from thought.

The people dreaming this hardly cared what exactly the fight was about, they only wished it to stop disrupting their otherwise peaceful sleep. None of them would stop dreaming though; bad things happened to people when they stopped dreaming.

Currently, one particular person was in a rather intense argument with one of the funny-looking people of her dreams. She crossed her arms, glaring at the leprechaun, and said, "...