Day 422

Day four hundred twenty-two

December 30, 2013: Mad Quaw, Catan, and reading was my day today.

Day 421

Day four hundred twenty-one

December 29, 2013: Something happened today which has never happened before. It was busy, on a Sunday. I’m still not over the fact. It wasn’t busy with actual shopping though, it was all returns. Yes the return saga continues. I was either stuck at the register or putting things away from the returns.

Day 420

Day four hundred twenty

December 28, 2013: More returns. That is basically my life right now. Though I also sized two tables of dress shirts. They really needed it. It’s been a while since I’ve worked in the department where the dress shirts are (kids). Even the kid’s jeans were fine, but the dress shirts were a mess. I can’t begin to count how many weren’t actually folded, but were just stuffed under other shirts, let alone sized correctly.

Day 419

Day four hundred nineteen

December 27, 2013: So many returns.

Day 417, 418, and 419

Day four hundred seventeen

December 24, 2013: I almost feel guilty having this day off. Most of my co-workers don’t, and it is a really nice day to have off. Not that I am going to do anything with this offness.

Day four hundred eighteen

December 25, 2013: Merry Christmas.

Day four hundred eighteen

December 26, 2013: I had thought of something to say, but now I can’t remember it, and it was something interesting too. Oh well. Today feels like it is a Monday.

Day 415 and 416

Day four hundred fifteen

December 22, 2013: Three/four days (depending on how you count it) till Christmas, and it was slow at work today. It does not matter what time of year, or time of day but Sunday is always remarkably slow. The only exciting thing about work today was that I have three days off after today.

Day four hundred sixteen

December 23, 2013: When you first start out it seems hopeless and dreary, and the moments and struggle seem insignificant in light of how much there is still left to go. The distance still left to cover seems too distant to take with any hope or heart. You continue on, and with each inch behind you, it only makes the inches ahead seem all the harder. You look back at the struggle behind, and wonder how you can possible go the distance left, you have barely had the strength to come as far has you have now. You will not make it, you desperately want to give up. But then, if you push yourself long and hard enough, you will reach the halfway point, and the distance you have covered becomes more than you have yet to go. With each step, what you have accomplished seems greater and the future less overwhelming. Then you see the end and you feel a rush, a strength to finish strong, and you feel you could have lasted much longer. You are strong, your endurance is great, and you do it, you accomplish it, and you realize that despite how hard it was in the beginning, all that struggle and pain was worth it……That was roughly my thought process while taking my forty minutes run this morning.

Day 414

Day four hundred fourteen

December 21, 2013: I have less than forty minutes to actually write this entry on the right day. Small group Christmas party happened tonight.

Day 413

Day four hundred thirteen

December 20, 2013: It can be a short entry again.

Day 412

Day four hundred twelve

December 19, 2013: I am sad to say that retail is making the holidays dreadful. I used to love this time of year, and think that people were actually more giving and happy. Nope, nope, nope, nope. That is what TV and songs would like you to think, but the truth is that everyone has a list and expectations extra sensitive feelings. And then the nice ones can almost be just as bad because they see the fact that you are busy so they try to put things away and fold things but they do it wrong…which just causes more than if they had not tried to help. Seriously, what am I supposed to do? I tell the customer that it is fine, but then they go on about how we have enough to do, and I have to painfully watch the customer very neatly fold the shirt into a square with the sleeves tucked under the shirt, when they are supposed to be rectangles with the sleeves folded across in front.

Day 411

Day four hundred eleven

December 18, 2013: And that is a wrap. All done with school for a month. Kind of weird for the month long break to happen now, but whatever.

Day 410

Day four hundred ten

December 17, 2013: Revolution. It was on revolution.

Day 409

Day four hundred nine

December 16, 2013: I am about due to write another long entry. Mmmmm, well, even though I doubt I’ll need it I’ve started on the sneaky/stinky Santa (I’m not sure which it is, they only said it a couple of times) gift. I should be working that night, but on the off chance that something happens and I am not working, I thought I would make it anyway. I know none of the people who will be at the party will ever see this, but on the off chance that they do I will not be saying what it is, only that it is homemade. Also, while watching Fringe on my run this morning, there was an actor I have seen in something else, but I did not even have a clue where.

Day 408

Day four hundred eight

December 15, 2013: This is pathetic. I guess I can say that I saw Frozen on Friday. I cannot think of anything.

Day 407

Day four hundred seven

December 14, 2013: The Christmas tree is up and we will be decorating it tomorrow! So much fun, and I will get to be there the entire time this year. Also, Desolation of Smaug. And oh wait, I just got a text aaaannnnd I guess I am not working tonight.

Day 406

Day four hundred six

December 13, 2013: Sleeping in tomorrow.

Day 405

Day four hundred five

December 12, 2013: Yeah! I did not forget! Oh, and my free copy of my NaNoWriMo book from CreatSpace arrived today.

Day 404

Day four hundred four

December 11, 2013: I miss reading. I used to read so much. It has been ages since I have sat down and read for a really long time. Coming up pretty soon I get a month break from school. I need to take that time to read again.

Day 403

Day four hundred three

December 10, 2013: Life is weird. It really is. It will seem normal and then you get to thinking and you realize that things are so different, yet so the same. You want what used to be, but then again not really. I’ve been in a kind of funny mood the past few days.

Day 402

Day four hundred two

December 9, 2013: If I ever organize socks again, it will be too soon. Almost two hours, I spent trying to make those socks look presentable.

Day 399, 400, and 401

Day three hundred ninety-nine

December 6, 2013: And I am done with the first stage of my Christmas wrapping. To clue you in there are three stages, but the first stage is probably as involved as the next two stages combined.

Day four hundred

December 7, 2013: So I wanted to make myself breakfast today, but the apples were moldy, and the cheese was moldy, I have expected the bread to be moldy as well.

Day four hundred one

December 8, 2013: I need to trim my fingernails, they are getting in the way of my typing again.

Day 398

Day three hundred ninety-eight

December 5, 2013: The weather here has been warm recently, as in, in the seventies. Yep, seventies in December. It’s cooling back off now but why does the weather have to be so freaky? Is it only a myth that there are places where they weather follows the weather pattern we’re taught in school?

Day 397

Day three hundred ninety-seven

December 4, 2013: I will have you know I spent most of the day without touching my laptop. Who is too reliant on technology now? Not me, I hardly even noticed it. Take that you generation of tech puritans claiming that this level of technology has hurt our ability to communicate and co-exist. That is what people once said about toasters and now we all use them don’t we? And we do not even think about the consequences.

Day 395 and 396

Day three hundred ninety-five

December 2013: Actually went to the Christmas parade this year. I was working last year.

Day three hundred ninety-six

December 3, 2013: You know what sounds really good right now? Sleep.

Day 394

Day three hundred ninety-four

December 1, 2013: Started wrapping for Christmas. I know it sounds early, but if you knew how involved I got you would understand. Plus I also need to make a white elephant/sneaky Santa gift.

Day 391-193

Day three hundred ninety-one

November 28, 2013: I should say something about how thankful about everything in life I am, maybe throw in a scripture verse about thanksgiving, but instead I’m just going to write about how I should do those things.

Day three hundred ninety-two

November 29, 2013: Today was the longest shortest day ever. I got up at 2:30 to get ready for work, what I had to be at by 4. Then I spent the next ten hours at work, got home at about 2:15. Took a short nap, ate dinner, and then spent the rest of my day either riding in the car or at a concern. It’s just, the day lasted forever, but it is all kind of jumbled together.

Day three hundred ninety-three

November 30, 2013: Katy you are such a lazy bum.

Day 389 and 390

Day three hundred eighty-nine

November 26, 2013: I worked today, it was a long day. I am so tired.

Day three hundred ninety

November 27, 2013: Well I figured out why I was so tired yesterday. I would say, but I think it is one of those things that would make my mom flip, so I’ll just say it happens once a month and only to women.

Day 386, 387, and 388

Day three hundred eighty-six

November 23, 2013: It has been a while since I’ve written a long post. The internet is acting funny so I cannot post this.

Day three hundred eighty-seven

November 24, 2013: I had forgotten how much a dislike working on Sunday. It has been a while, a month I think, since I have last worked one.

Day three hundred eighty-eighty

November 25, 2013: We had a first snow today. This time last year we were all still in short sleeves and thinking it was too hot for fall. This year is much colder though. It is snowing. It will probably be a white Thanksgiving, because, if I am being completely honest, I have seen more white Thanksgivings than I have Christmases.

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WINNER!!!

Today, being the 25th of November, it is the first day you can validate your novel. You know, go to the NaNoWriMo website and use their word count validater to prove you actually wrote at least 50,000 words. Well, I finished writing my novel Cycle a couple of weeks ago, on the 12th actually, so bright and early this morning I proved my rapid writing skills and won. At first I guess I accidentally pasted my novel twice, so it said my novel had 100,800 words. While that is a much more impressive figure, I changed it. My writer's honor would not have stood for such a thing. Such a dishonest abomination would surly have prevented me from entering the writer's guild if it was ever discovered. 

You can see that I have changed the participant picture to a winner's picture. Over there, to your right. 

As of yet that is the only goody I get, come December 5th I will achieve far more, hopefully including two free printed copies of my book from Create-A-Space, which I will be able to do for once because I have cover this year.

And to conclude this post, here is a sneak peak to my novel. 

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Spring

1

The first thing I was ever aware of was the bright light. For a moment, that was all that I thought life was. Before that moment my mind had taken no notice of the world around me, as if I was asleep. I am not sure if when I woke up the sun was the first thing I saw, or if it was the sun that woke me up.

Then I was aware of my legs, my body, and my wings. I could feel the ground underneath my feet as crawled up. I could feel warmth wrapping me up, and somehow I knew it was the same thing as the light.

My vision cleared, and I could see the world around me. I could see the dirt that clung to my damp skin. My body felt strange, and I realized that I was breathing. In and out in huge, desperate shudders, my entire body twitching.

My wings ached, the muscles cramping. I tried to move them, but they were shriveled up and would not be moved. With the warm light they began to dry and grow. As they grew, it became easier to move them.

I carefully stood up, staring at the ground that was churned up around me. Now I wonder why it did not occur to me to wonder how I had suddenly ended up there. I guess since I had never had any existence to fall back on, it did not occur to me to wonder about how, and why, and what. At that moment, perhaps the only moment ever, I could simply let things be.

I felt vibrations in the air, and as I looked around I saw others, once again, I did not wonder where they had come from, they simply were. Some were up walking around, others still knelt on the ground, their shriveled wings drying in the sun. Others, small groups, stood close together, their antennae touching. A few were digging themselves up from the dirt and I realized that was what I had done. I had come from the dirt. That is why the light had hit me. Under the dirt the light must be hidden. Then I asked my first question.

Why did I dig? How did I know there would be this wonderful sun that felt so good? How had I known to crawl my way into existence, if I had not been aware before?

Some of the bugs were flapping their wings so quickly they were a blur, and this sent them a few inches off the ground. I ran a hand along the edge of one of my own wings. I asked another questions.

Can I do that?

For several moments I stood there and watched the others doing things. They walked, and ran, and flew. Some found others right away and just stood there, staring at each other. Often they would get excited. It was too much to take in. I was curious. Now the questions bounced in my head nonstop. Questions of how and why, and what, and who, and where, and all the questions a newly hatched insect could ask. I did none of the things I saw the others doing. Instead I put those things in the back of my mind, making a list of all the things I wanted to try, and what order I wanted to try them.

And then, I felt something. You should have experience this too by now, but I heard a voice. "Hey, watch out!" The order to watch out, with an intense suggestion to move out of the way of another about to stumble into me.

I jerked on my shaking legs. They were still weak and I fell into the dirt. On instinct, my wings flapped a couple of times, but my face was already buried in the dirt. The bug that would have run into me instead tripped over my legs and fell into the dirt as well.

"Sorry," he said, pushing himself off. "I seem to be a klutz."

I rolled over to look at him, but I did not get up. At a glance I could tell that this one was a bit bigger than me, but his wings smaller. Maybe he had been too busy stumbling about to dry them out. His face was still covered with dirt and I tried to figure out how to tell him this. I knew he had told me sorry, but I could not work out how he had done it.

"I'm sorry I upset you," he said, offering a hand. In those words he spoke to my mind there was also the offer to take his hand and let him help me up.

Dear reader, I am sorry as well if this is cumbersome for you to read. Spoken language is so much easier than this written language. You do not need to use so many words to say the same thing. Just a few and then the feelings behind them. No real words at all, as the thought is just put from one mind into the other. While this written language is amazing, I can speak to you many years from now, it does have limitations. Anyway, back to my story.

I tried to put my thoughts into his head. I was not upset. I was confused. I wanted to let him know this, but I did not know how. I took his hand, thinking I am not upset, I am not upset, in his direction. He did not seem to hear me.

Zip, zip. "Is he alright?" asked another bug. He stumbled as he landed. He had been flying, higher and faster than I had seen any of the others fly before. Looking back his landing had been awkward, but at the time it was the most graceful thing I had ever seen. I tried telling him so, but he just looked at me in concern.

"I don't know," said the stumbling, awkward one. "He won't say anything. He just keeps looking at me."

The flying one brushed the dirt off my face, and I flinched away and rubbed the dirt off myself.

This is getting confusing, having so many people to keep track of. We do not have names for ourselves. A tree is just a tree no matter what, so the same set of characters are always for a tree. But each person is different and needs a different name. We call each other by our feelings for them and what they are. What I called the flying one is not what someone else called the flying one, and what we call each other changes over time, so I feel I cannot name them now. But I must for this story to make any sense, so I will.

The strong stumbling one is named Solts, and the other is named Shatoe.

"You need to be more careful," Shatoe lectured Solts.

"I was trying to run," Solts argued. "It's not my fault he just stood there like a stick."

"I'm not a stick!" I screamed, and suddenly I had done it. I had done the thing where I could speak, and both Solts and Shatoe turned their gaze onto me. I could feel their surprise in my mind, and the fact they were annoyed, and even hear traces of their other thoughts.

"I um," I was embarrassed then, but I found it easy to hide the feelings I did not want them to see, and rather convey only the meanings I wanted to. "I mean, I'm sorry, I just now figured out how to speak."

"You had to figure it out?" Solts asked. Perhaps if it had been someone else I would have been upset at the question, but Solts meant no disrespect. It must have come to him without thinking, like how I had known without thinking to come out into the sun.

Shatoe placed his hands at his abdomen and swiveled it to one side. "I can't believe you just said that!" he cried at Solts. He turned his attention to me and dropped his arms to his side. "I am sooo sorry he is acting like this."

For some reason, Shatoe was embarrassed by the way Solts was acting, but I could not figure out why. Shatoe had done everything he could to help me, and Solts was not even being mean spirited. I did my best to convey this to Shatoe, but he still did not seem to understand me.

"Arrg," Solts growled. "What is going on?" Along with the question, I could tell that Solts was confused and trying to figure something out. He could only hear Shatoe speaking, not me, so to him it sounded like Shatoe was talking to himself.

"I guess, I'm sorry, I was just speaking to Shatoe so only gave my words to him," I explained, making sure this time that I spoke in such a way they both could hear.

"You can do that?" Solts asked in amazement. "How do you do that?"

"You mean you can't just do it?" I responded jocularly.

Solts blinked large eyes at me. “No. Should I have?” he asked in all sincerity.

Shatoe laughed, at my joke and the way Solts had responded. He seemed to remember himself, and he grabbed his antennae with a guilty hunch to his shoulders.

"It's like we're opposite," I said out loud. "You have trouble keeping what you are saying to yourselves, but I need to work at speaking. It is actually easier to speak to one person. It takes less concentration for me to speak to only one of you."

"Very, very interesting," Shatoe commented, his wings flapping quickly, but not so quickly they pushed him off the ground. Somehow, despite the literal words he had said, the thoughts behind those words communicated that he actually meant the opposite. I could feel that his mind was wandering. Our communication was not interesting enough to hold his attention, and his mind began to think about being up high in the air again.

"I know," Solts declared, jumping. "We should explore, but together."

For several moment Shatoe tried to teach Solts and me how to fly, but the best we could manage was a few inches straight up before we crashed to the ground. We all laughed as Solts and I kept falling down. Shatoe's sounds of joy were somewhat different from Solts. It was fast and energetic, like his zipping through the air.

We decided to walk, even though it was slower than flying would have been, supposing that Solts and I had actually been able to fly at all.

All around us was bright green grass that came up to our abdomen. It tickled when it brushed my skin. Brightly colored flowers sprung from the ground, and everything smelled like the color green. Not too far from where I had hatched was a stream. This stream made a delightful sound. It was a sound that came from vibrations in the air as opposed to the sounds of a voice, which was in the mind, but it still reminded me of my own sound of joy. It skipped and burbled along, darting over smooth stones. 

The stream pooled out into a pond, and there stopped. I'm not sure where the water went after that. Several of the others were there, looking at the water with curiosity and wonder. The pond was shaded by a tree that stood near it. It was a grand tree, reaching high into the brilliant sky. The dark brown branches and the bright green leaves made the colors and textures dance in a beautiful way whenever a breeze would brush by.

For a long while this was our home.

Day 385

Day three hundred eighty-five

November 22, 2013: I read so much today.

Day 384

Day three hundred eighty-four

November 21, 2013: I am not so tired anymore but now my nose is completely clogged with snot. Fun times.

Day 383

Day three hundred eighty-three

November 20, 2013: The worst part about having a cold is that you are constantly tired, no matter how much you sleep, and you always feel about ready to pass out.

Day 382

Day three hundred eighty-two

November 19, 2013: I would say more but it is time for dinner.

Day 381

Day three hundred eighty-one

November 18, 2013: Well another fabulous Monday has come and nearly gone.

Day 380

Day three hundred eighty

November 17, 2013: alskdljkasdflkalsdka  lawkjf; alsdnv;lszka hgfl;ae ngf’Pojhf;Laiesh gfl;aihj akwjhf ;Lksh l;asi hg;ae hglawrkh k;ah giahg ;law lwjf lkasnflkshf lakfe ajf a;lfkj al;kfej lakwfr kajlf k;WLKE FRLIWE FLAKWJFE  f;lajsldfkj a. ;l ie l ,akds;lie  ;az;leioj   liadie ; lie;jlfi  kela;f  ie;jz.cx,e oekjdI lIe fmfyt ancmakye; fg’\kdh ikelfh> I just randomly mashed the key board because I don’t want to do this. Nothing worth mentioning happened today.

Day 379

Day three hundred seventy-nine

November 16, 2013: It was a Saturday, and there was a big sale, how was it so slow at work?

Day 377 and 378

Day three hundred seventy-seven

November 14, 2013: I get sleep in my own bed tonight after sleeping on a couch for almost a week. I’ve been the overpaid alarm clock Thursday through Wednesday skipping Sunday.

Day three hundred seventy-eight

November 15, 2013: Well work was fun today. To start things off this short blond woman suddenly starts running like Captain Jack Sparrow through JCP. Shortly behind her is my supervisor, yelling at the woman, “Stop, stop running man, the cop is right behind you.” All the while the aforementioned blond woman is yelling “Nooooo.” To finish this train come a charging cop, pumping as if he is after public enemy #1. Just before the blond woman jaunts out of JCP the cop catches up with her, and hauls her back out the door she came in. She sobs, and the cop looked a little peeved. At about this time I noticed all of the cop cars, outside our store. I look around, and there are three cop cars, an ambulance, and a fire truck outside the optical store across from us. Nothing looked wrong over there. I ask around, and one of the other workers, who worked in a different department so had a different vantage point, said that someone had ran a car into the optical store. Are the running woman and the optical run in connected? No one knows. Seriously. I asked everyone working, even my supervisor. No one knows.  And to top off my day one kid peed right in from of my register, and some other kid spread trail mix everywhere.

Day 376

Day three hundred seventy-six

November 13, 2013: I suppose I should get to mentioning that Megan and Buggy are visiting. Yeah family.

Day 375

Day three hundred seventy-five

November 12, 2013: I’m beginning to feel like an overpriced alarm clock at my second job. At first I tried to do things like clean up after dinner and stuff like that but the mom told me that I didn’t need to. (I’m pretty sure she has a system she doesn’t want me to mess up.) And the other small chores that might need doing the kids do. Seriously, I show up, tell them to get to bed, then wake them up in the morning. I’m not complaining but it seems like I could easily be replaced by a cheap alarm clock from Walmart.

Day 374

Day three hundred seventy-four

November 11, 2013: You know what is ironic? I was so stressed about how there was no way I was going to be able to write 50,000 words this month because it was the busiest year I have ever faced in my existence, yet I have already written 42,000 words and I’m pretty sure I will finish my novel before the end of the week. That’s even with skipping two days when I was not feeling it.

Day 373

Day three hundred seventy-three

November 10, 2013: I am so emotional sometimes. It’s like I have two settings. Stoic and falling apart.

Cycle Cover

I meant to get this up here yesterday, but forgot, so I present to you the cover I made for Cycle.

I will have you know that it is the first cover I have ever made. Mostly due to the fact that it was fairly easy to create with free photo editors from the internet. All other covers I envisioned for my other books were too complex for me to create.

Day 372

Day three hundred seventy-two

November 9, 2013: So the next couple weeks at work I only work two days each week, and I work on Saturday both of them. I’m just kind of, simmering about that. Oh, also Friday. I was worried I had done something wrong because they will cut your hours without warning if you do something to displease the forces. (How effective it is when your punished and don’t know why. You think they would tell you so you could make a point. Or maybe the idea is just to get you to try harder in everything.) It’s not that though. They’ve just hired a lot of people for the holidays and so until the extra hours during the holiday season kick in.

Day 371

Day three hundred seventy-one

November 8, 2013: I worked today and I made up for yesterday’s amazingness.

Day 370

Day three hundred seventy

November 7, 2013: It has begun. The Christmas music at JCP, and it is the same Christmas music that nearly drove me crazy last year. At least it hasn’t made me quite hate all Christmas music…yet, mostly because it’s very poppy inspired Christmas music I still love the more traditional tunes. Also, I am on fire today when it comes to writing. I’ve already written about 8,000 words with enough time to write another 2,000 for a total of 10,000 in one day. With an average speed of about 1,500 words per hour it has definitely been my most productive writing day. The best part is, is that I even had time to actually go outside on a walk. It is amazing what I can get done when I do not have work.

Day 369

Day three hundred sixty-nine

November 6, 2013: There are only so many times a person can ask “How are you” from a random stranger they don’t care about before they start telling the truth when that stranger responds by asking them the same questions.

Day 368

Day three hundred sixty-eight

November 5, 2013: Picked up an extra day at work today, for which I am very grateful, since next week is very, very slim. Doing NaNoWriMo is easier than I anticipated. I had to cut out everything extra basically. No reading, or daily writing exercise or hand work. I’m already way further along than I thought I would be at this point.

Day 367

Day three hundred sixty-seven

November 4, 2013: Apparently, my sister and I turn into singing Russian men when we play board game as a team.

Day 366

Day three hundred sixty-six

November 3, 2013: Went on a lively hike today at the Natchez trace which was the location where Meriwether Lewis committed suicide.

Cycle Synopsis

I know I said I was not going to be posting anything, but then I thought, well, I am writing a ton right now, maybe I could post that onto my blog. So, I present to you, the synopsis of the book I am writing for NaNoWriMo, Cycle.

This is a story which has been told many times before by many others, and I will tell it yet again.

When we first hatched, walking into the day and the glorious sun, we were blinded. The world we stepped into was new and wonderful. Each day we took another stumbling step, learning about who and what we were. Our home was a meadow, where there was a stream that slowed into a shallow pond, and a tree with large, large branches that stretched high into the sky. I found an entrance in this tree, a secret hole that led to an inside room. All over the walls there were carvings depicting us, my people and I, or other creatures like us, our ancestors. I was certain that these pictures somehow showed us our destiny, but I was not sure what it was they showed.

Our home runs out of food. The days become hot. Something inside of us tell us we must move on, and the pictures on the wall show us, a large swarm, traveling across miles of land. And so we go. We brave the world, looking for food. Some of us are made to protect, others to forage for food, others fly fast through the air, to become scouts, and still others digs holes in the ground so we can be shielded when the rains come. I find no purpose for myself.

I begin to wonder if I have a point at all. The pictures on the wall show that our destiny is to reach a place yet unknown, and each one of us does something to achieve this goal. Yet I can do nothing to help. Together my people must find our destiny, and I must find my purpose.

Day 365

Day three hundred sixty-five

November 2, 2013: The weather has been wonderful these past few days. Quite fantastic really. Perfect for going outside, which is way I am spending all my time inside writing a novel. Though, I did actually go and spend about two hours with my siblings playing in the park yesterday, and wrote 6,500 words. I had the day off of work and crammed school the other days so I would have a completely free first day of NaNoWriMo. Was totally worth it.

Day 364

Day three hundred sixty-four

November 1, 2013: All things considered, it was a very successful first day of NaNoWriMo. 6,500 words, and I actually designed a half-way decent cover this year. 

Day 363

Day three hundred sixty-three

October 31, 2013: I looked over the days some, and I’ve definitely messed up a couple of times. I haven’t looked at every single day, but there were even a couple of mistakes in the first month. I was trying to be so careful. I am such a failure!

One Last Writing Tidbit

Tomorrow is the start of NaNoWriMo, and so saying you probably will not be hearing from me except for the Thousand Days thing. So saying, here is a parting writing tidbit I wrote this week.

Starting from the end of the second to last chapter of Through the Looking Glass: And What Alice Saw There

“Your Red Majesty shouldn’t purr so loud,” Alice said sternly, setting Kitty down. She pulled herself up and surveyed the room around her. To her alarm the room was a terrible mess.

“I suppose,” Alive thought as Kitty began to paw at some loose threads dangling from Alice’s dress, “that this is what comes of being queen. All the chess pieces are scattered all over and just look at Diana! Her fur is all mess up!” Alice continued to prattle in this way, much how exactly seven and a half year olds are wont to do.

For quite a long time Alice thought she was back in her own room, gaily talking about her adventure add discussion who had been dreaming. She came to a book, one which smell of fish and to her alarm the words read as such.

                                               yʞƨ ynnuƨ ɘʜƚ ʜƚɒɘnnɘnɒɘd ,ƚɒod A

“How dreadful!” Alice cried, “I’m still in the looking glass world.” She scrambled for the looking glass and ran through it, or at least, that is what she meant to do. Rather, she ran into it and bounced right off again. All she had to show for it was a goosebump on her forehead.

Alice looked at the looking glass. To her surprise the Alice in the looking glass was not lying down and rubbing her forehead like Alice, In fact, looking glass Alice stood, hands on her hips, and a joyful if spiteful look on her face. A prim looking glass Kitty stood by looking glass Alice, licking her paw in disinterest.

Alice stood up, thinking hard. “I suppose there has always been an Alice in the looking glass, and she has always copied me before. But now she is laughing and pointing at me. Not only is that rude, but that is not what I am doing at all! So that Alice is not, cannot be me! I suppose if there was a looking glass fire place, and a looking glass chess set there had to be a looking glass Alice. Only there was not looking glass Alice when I got here. Oh, oh, oh. As I stepped through the looking glass, looking glass Alice must have done the very same thing and stepped through the looking glass into me world!”

Alice began beating on the looking glass, crying to be let out or in or whatever I was she had to be let.

For several moments looking glass Alice disappeared from where Alice could see her. When she came back, looking glass Alice held a large rock in her hand. Alice beat on the looking glass in a frenzy.

With an evil little smile her face, looking glass Alice smashed the rock into the looking glass.

First a spider web bloomed right where looking glass Alice had smashed the rock. Smash, Smash SMASH. The rock hit the looking glass over and over again until the entire thing was covered in cracks and lines. Alice’s hands got cut and covered in blood. It wasn’t until little pieces started to rain from the looking glass onto Alice’s feet before she stopped.

The end