October 30th, 2010

In a way, I haven't planned nearly as much as I usually would have by now. And yet, I also feel more prepared than I've ever been. I've no clue why such is the case, but you'll hear no complaints pass between my lips. Really, I'm just for psyched the creative sort of catharsis I hope to achieve. Really, I'd like to stop feeling paranoid and pathetic before NaNoWriMo starts, but that's not going to happen. Trust me.

I'm a head case, I know. I have issues letting go of the past, and assume people are doomed to do the same things over and over again, I get that. But once, I'd like for a way to be able to tell if "history shall repeat itself." Anyway, back to the planning...

It shall begin with the news, some sort of paper or a TV program. The background information helps lead to Bryony. She's going to say something to the people she meets, they're going to go somewhere and talk. Her talking shall help transition into the first chapter, and out of the prologue. I've an idea where to go from there as well, but not a single other definite character name. I'm to wishy washy. I shall be off.

Write Long & Edit,
Sarah

October 29th, 2010

Bryony Elizabeth George. I think she's to be my new main character. I know how she thinks, for she thinks the way I choose. Creative control is flooding back to me, with the power to wield the mighty words, in any way, that astound me. And yet, I wonder why, this only happens during November?

Write long and Edit,
Sarah

October 27th, 2010

Naming may possibly be going well. My "protagonist" is most likely going to be named Georgie or Bryony, which is a good start, I guess. I've still the other main female character, and a slew of others without names, but hopefully they'll just come to me. I'm thinking about Kristina a bit, though I doubt it will be worked into the story in any substantial way.
Oh, and the paragraph mentioned a while ago, it's morphing into something else. Same concept, different approach. I dunno, Sophia's the name chosen for the MC.
I'm quite bland and blah at the moment.
I fear I'm coming off of my "happiness-high."

Sarah

October 26th, 2010

All roads lead to Rome,
Past paths covered in lies,
and littered with the corpses,
of your fallen Alibis.


Even if you reach the goal,
the fair city far ahead,
hearts still beat in the fleet of the scorned,
wishing to see you lie dead.


Vengeance burns deep down below,
your enemies having just the stomach,
until the truth's revealed to all,
their determination cannot be unstuck.


Prove yourself changed or come not near,
for your ill words I refuse to hear.

I've been working on naming Characters for NaNoWriMo, but it's quite odd. I've  this love of older names, and at the same time cannot choose a single one. The poem above came from sitting, waiting for the cookies to bake in the oven, right after the internet sent me yet another sign that I should trust someone I'd like to trust again. Again, my head is reeling, so I shall finish cleaning up the kitchen, and go draw. That should help clear my mind, for some good plotting.

Write Long & Edit,
Sarah

October 24th, 2010

'Tis but the final countdown. Roughly a seven-night 'till the frivolity shall commence. Yet, nature never framed a woman's heart so dry, old and brittle. 'Tis no hope for I devise honest slanders toward myself. Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps, and I doubt such shall hang upon me, ere I die. Just speak of me as Lady Disdain, for I may say I had rather hear my dog bark at a crow than a man swear he loves me, but such is a complete Lie. Yea, as sure as I have a thought or a soul,I admit to being lonely.
And yet, I am there for all others, to aid in their joys.

[How can I focus on NaNoWriMo?]

Sarah

October 23rd, 2010

How can I write with my mind so jumbled?
The words cannot flow when you feel so alone.
People don't do what they should,
but you have to keep going.
Leave the cankers clinging to the hedge,
leave the fear of incorrectness,
And just run.
For soon you will write,
feeling loved and content.
Soon you will have,
what you've been searching for....
or at least a story to tell.

October 22nd, 2010

I'm much to impatient. There are still 9 days before NaNoWriMo begins, tis much to long. I find focus difficult, for I would rather be plotting than sitting in Economics or trying to graph parabolas. I've been in such a good mood, but my thoughts all seem negative, spewing out when I've a utensil in my hand. I don't feel like myself.

The feelings counteract the actions
what sort of misnomer must I fight?
Jumping like a fool yet weeping inside,
and for what?
Many are as I, feeling lesser than their peers,
ugly and blemished,
grotesque and repulsive.
Many lack any sort of belonging feeling,
a sort of niche they've carved out for them self.
They don't complain.
I shall not either.

Write Long & Edit,
Sarah