Well, I'm keeping up with wordcount.

I just... it's not really coming together yet. I'm praying that it will soon. But job hunt is kind of making my brain panic, and it's not leaving much room for noveling. :\

dah dahhhhh *zonk* I'm not quite awake.

OY anyone who wants to word war, hit me up at WakingYourWinds. I think I'm going to start a chat with all the people I know wrimoing, so we can run a few personal wordwars.

I changed to Count Down, then changed back because Count Down doesn't have enough planning and I sort of reconnecting to what I love about The Talemai Curse...


AND THEN MY COMPUTER OVERHEATED AND CRASHED (it does this every now and then, more so when I use Skype a lot like I have been).... which would have been all right and I would only lose about three paragraphs.

Then I go to open the file.

AND THERE'S NO TEXT IN IT.

I sit there, staring at the blank Notepad document in total disbelief. I open up another Notepad document just to test it, and it opens fine. I stare in disbelief. I open The Talemai Curse again.

IT'S GONE. 3500ISH WORDS, ALL GONE.


I want to sleep. I had a nine hour shift today, and I have an eight hour shift tomorrow. I'll decide what the hell I'm doing with my friggin nanowrimo AFTER that. But I want to talk to Koko and Erbear and Elise and Ada. Except, there's a party at Koko's house and it's loud, and my computer does not like Skype.

I are sad. And tired. I might just curl up with a book and take a hatchet to my laptop mope.



Not that any of those 3500 words were any good. What I had written so far was a serious piece of crap - not even beautiful crap. It was serious, honest-to-god, all-of-this-will-eventually-be-rewritten crap.

But still.

I hate you, laptop. Please die in a hole. A very large, scorpion-infested hole. With spikes. And yellow-spotted lizards. And angry!Larxene.

Uhm, this is totally not NaNo-related, but I care not.

( a couple halloween pics of me and Laura... more later when develops her film :3 )

I haven't typed up the stuff I wrote at the concert yet, I'm spending some quality time with Godchecker, one of my favorite websites ever.

EGYPTIAN MYTHOLOGY IS CRACK. SERIOUSLY. There's so much wang. SO MUCH! I'm already getting the stupid gods all confused... whatever, I'm just taking a block of time and reading as much as I can about it, and then sticking all the knowledge in a blender and coming up with some ass crap. Called godly possession. OH YEAH.

I also need to do a little teeny bit of artifact research... or, once again, I can make up a bunch of shit.

My characters want to raid the pyramids, and I'm not stopping them!!! WOOOO!

Day One:

The kickoff party was great! After getting a huge load of candy trick or treating (dressed as Halloween Town Xigbar with a friend as h-town Saix, btw) then we cooked up some pizza, pulled out the sparkling apple-grape juice, and waited for jackie to get in from work. Once she arrived, the party really started - beatles music! lol. We read the Week One section of No Plot, No Problem. Sent off our Inner Editors. Made a toast to our novels, declared that in a month, those glasses were going to be full of alcohol - and BEGAN WRITING!

I began handwriting, because I was like, "My computer is stupid." I probably put in about 700 ish words before conking out, but I was too tired to check, and I didn't finish the prologue (it got longer on me all of a sudden) so now I'm like... now that I have internet...

ANYWAY, I WILL BE TYPING FROM NOW ON.

I'll type up my prologue in a few, I'm going to shower and make poptarts. Mmm breakfast.



At about 11:15 last night, I finally stumbled upon... chapter one! Well, it's not going to be divided into chapters. But I found out where I'm starting after the prologue, and did a bit of outlining. A few scenes, anyway. I realized that most of this book is going to be Sef and Bart arguing with each other. XD. Hahaha.

I knew it would happen. I totally, 100% knew this would happen. It happened last year too, but this year I knew it would happen and I'm cursing myself, because I must be crazy.

I knew that it would be a few days, a few short short days until the all-encompassing kickoff of NOVEMBER 1ST. I would have everything planned out, and be totally content with what I was writing, just eager for the month to start so I could get on with it already.

And then, I would be hit in the face. With a plot. Probably one I already have had cooking for years, but I'd receive sudden new inspiration for.

And I'd completely throw everything out the window.

And I would do something COMPLETELY DIFFERENT.

Oh yeah. It happened. Last night.

The only problem? I now need to do an extra 50 buttloads of work to catch up on planning. Because this is an old, old story that was based on an rp with someone that I adamantly do not talk to anymore... I've totally lost touch with the characters, have no idea where the plot went if there was ever one, and I'm pretty sure the second I start writing this, it's going to turn into a load of absolute crap. And I'm mortally afraid that demons and magical beings will tart jumping out of the woodwork, and this story is decidedly non-magical. That also frightens me. Because it will probably end up being magical. And I'm just like... gah.

And I have to read up on Egypt!!! A LOT! Like right now.

ANYWAY, everyone say hi to my dusty old Sef and Barty muses - well, Sef was never really my muse...

This is what they say:

Barty: WTF. I was having a perfectly good hibernation, you take me out so you can write our goddamn story? Fuck this. Sef, we're moving to America. Come on, let's go.

Sef: but... @_@ America is full of red people... and savages... are there cannibals there, Barty?

Barty: Don't be ridiculous, of course there isn't. And if we meet any red people, I'll just offer your ass to them. As punishment.

Sef: >=> er... that's sort of... not good...

Barty: ^_____^



Crap, Sef is not coming out right. COME OUT. OF THE CLOSET.

Barty: But he likes it in there! Especially up against the wall, right Sef?? XDDD

Sef: Of course not!! *ears reddd*



EDIT: *relooks at the above scene*


Barty: Don't be ridiculous, of course there isn't. And if we meet any red people, I'll just offer your ass to them. As punishment.

Sef: what?! How is my ass a punishment?!!

Barty: *rolls eyes* if you don't know... I'm not going to tell you.

Sef: Why not?! T-tell me, right now Bartimaeus!

Barty: Why should I? It was a rhetorical... *throat is tightening* argh. Your ass is a punishment to fuck. *growls* You killed the joke, Sef, and yes, it WAS a joke!!

Sef: *was pouting* a joke? ...oh....