2010/12/13

It's 4:30pm on Monday, and I have not eaten yet today.  I'm not sure if this is part of the diet or if I'm just truly, irrevocably lazy.

 Milo is moving along at a steady pace.  If by steady pace, I mean I erased most of what took me five months to write and decided to put in a totally new character who isn't fleshed out at all and is also going to add on another year of anguish and writer's block, then yes, Milo is a marathon runner in the last stretch.

So a friend of mine introduced me to a blog that shall remain forever nameless because of its pure awesomeness.  It depressed the shit out of me and I bemoaned my stupidity and general lack of imagination for a while until I realized something.

The author of that blog is 24.  I'm 23.  I can so totally conquer him after I turn 24.  Because everyone knows people grow older and wiser through the pure magic and sugar-candied loveliness that is a birthday.  That is why we blow out birthday candles.  You know how we breathe in oxygen and breathe out toxic, horrible carbon dioxide?  Well, we're carbon dioxidizing our birthday wish when we blow out candles.  Thereby, making it woozy and unable to think rationally.  That's when we grab it by the throat and make the wish come true, with the help of rainbows and Crayola products. 

And my birthday's coming up.  Yes, prepare to be amazed, oh blogging world.  When I turn 24, I will instantly be revamped into a cooler, wittier, much more prepared and diligent version of myself.  Version 2.4.2011.

I'm going to blow on those candles until I faceplant on my cake.

2010/11/18

Quick update on my self-inflicted diet (since it's affecting my writing):

  My aunt brought home delicious, delicious dduk and chicken.  As a result, Milo is facing down a large slab of meat in her dream. 

I'm thinking of leaving in this salivating brilliance.

2010/11/18

Woke up way too early today to get the tutoring out of the way.  Had breakfast, lunch and am now ready to start writing again.  I'm trying to make this a continuous process, so that as I go further into my novel, I won't have to drag myself to the computer to write on a day-to-day basis.

Had an epiphany yesterday.  Torpid development of self as writer led to this, a definitive moment for me as an wannabe novelist. 

I am a belated perfectionist.  I want my writing, my pace, my story to be perfect, but I don't struggle towards this perfectionism until it is almost too late.  But I think I have the pattern down now.  Basically, chug out a massive mess of letters, move around huge chunks of it for eight hours and two days later, realize it's not worth scraping off of the bottom of your shoe.  Or anyone's shoe.

I'm so proud.

2010/11/16

So I've decided, this blog will be the impetus for my writing. 

This blog, this rambling collection of fancy will be the only thing keeping me from breaking down and stuffing myself all day with cake. 

Speaking of cake, there's some sweet potato cake around here somewhere.  Will definitely scrounge that up later.  Speaking of writing, once again at a crossroads.  If I do the wrong thing here, I could mess this up so bad I won't be able to write another word. 
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Well, here we go again!

2010/11/15

I have started writing on Milo.  It's proving easier than I expected.  Still as I go on, I'm scared I will lose it again and start descending into incoherent babble.  What's to say I haven't already?  So far, I can't really take fault with it, but that might change a day later. 

And once again, I'll have not finished anything.  Like before with Turtle, Scratch, or that horrible embroidery kit from Hobby Lobby.

...I think I need a drink.  On that note, hooray for the new blog.