January 31st, 2011

The month is come to a close, as has the thought of me pursuing my goal since primary school. I feel as though my life is a mess, and for some reason just have one question: if I were to write of angsty teens, would anyone want to read it? ....Well, I've thought a lot about art projects too. Yay, coping mechanisms.
Oh, next month is FAWM. February Album Writing Month. 15 songs in a month, and I'm participating. You may get to see some lyrics if I get time and focus to post them.
Oh, another random thought, if I'm posting less than usual in the next few weeks, my parents have locked me up for being a rubbish student.
I'll stop rambling on, since I've no clue what I'm really saying.
FML,

Sarah

January 28th, 2011

Focus has never been my strong suit. Now, I have a book to read for lit, and many new comic books to dive into. I only got about 300 words down today. I can't help it. It's hard to focus when you wear retainers for the first time in months. It makes your teeth hurt.

Sarah

January 25th, 2011

It's been a while since writing has caused me to feel this, elated. I've been sitting here for only half an hour, my legs crossed in my chair and ears pounding with upbeat music via headphones. Due to the music, I keep stopping and switching song, but I feel oddly productive. 400 words in 30 minutes isn't the greatest, but I actually like what I have so far. A moment ago, I stopped to dance the Secretariat Dance (like Craig Ferguson when the horse, Secretariat, shows up on the Late Late Show) for a minute and a half. My parents are both asleep, so I've no problem looking like a fool. Maybe that's it, I need to be alone to really "Work it... and the noggin."
So, I'm gonna dance to Daft Punk, and write some more.

Sarah

January 24th, 2011

I used to hate starting over. I would feel like I'm giving up, and dread not finishing yet another drawing, project or story line.
NOW, I just insert a page break and keep the 1.5K words I've pounded out, and re-start. I'll borrow from the first words, stealing lines or phrases. Hell, I may even steal large chunks of paragraphs. All I know is, I now have 20 words, and 1500 chunks from the first attempt at a beginning. And I'm alright with that.
I lost my voice, so I hope you could understand this post. I sound like a squeaky sea lion.

Sarah

January 21st, 2011

Do you know that feeling, when your throat feels like it's swelling up and you can't say a word? You're so embarrassed that your body is trying to tell you to shut the hell up.
Or, if you're me, you've some shite cold/flu/bug-thing and shouldn't be in school.
So, writing looks grim, as does doing anything else. Unless you can get me what he's having, cause I cba to even try and find something else to make me feel better.
Really, I need to find the US Skins to see how much it pales in comparison to the UK version and go to bed.

Night,
Sarah

January 19th, 2011

Woo, writing everyday, for three days in a row. I'm going to ride this as long as I can, for I've no clue how long my motivation will last.
First, I wrote100 words about a random dog and her litter of puppies, in Kentucky. It's supposed to end up being a sort story sort of thing. I mean, it began for a reason, but I'm terrible at getting what I think out, without a deadline or pressure. Oops. Now I'm about 300 more words into the main project I'm working on. It's dull, terribly terribly dull. Shoot me.

Sarah

January 18th, 2011

Today I planned, plotting ideas and writing them down in my little paper companion.
I'm much less angry, though not really. I've just done a hell of a job repressing it. It will bite me in the arse later.
I wrote today as well, around 400-500 words. I want to write every day, so I'll take it.
Now, I'm going to have a secret love affair with a rainbow coloured lollypop larger than my face, and go to bed.
 Feelings, eaten. Words, written. Thoughts, ignored. = New Mantra?.... naaaha

Sarah