A Moment of Lunacy

I'm joining NaNoWriMo.

As if I already didn't have enough things to do.

My brother told me about this writing "competition" where people sit down and write a 50,000 word novel in one month. If they can do it, they send in their novel and get a certificate. If they can't... well, tough. At least they have the start of a novel of their own.

So either way it's pretty cool. NaNoWriMo = National Novel Writing Month. For some reason, the worst month (at least for me) was chosen. November. I never have less free time than in November. But my brother convinced me, so I'm doing it.

I'm supposed to only start on November 1, but it's okay if I write an outline and come up with characters and stuff before then. I did that today. I'm downloading this word processor thing called Scrivener and I'm starting as soon as it's not considered cheating.

I doubt that I'll even get to 10,000 words. But it's definitely worth a try.

Good luck me.

12:22 AM: It's Now Monday Morning.

And yet another week begins.

Every time I think I'm back on my feet, I fall again. When I think I have it all under control, I remember one other thing I still have to do. Is peace so impossible to attain?

I finished my book. I read Drew Lerman's Magic City in September and October. I wish I could have finished it faster but there's just no time. It was a really good novel, and it was probably the first one I finished in years. How sad. There are so many books in my reading lineup. I bought the newest Princess Diaries the other day; it felt wrong not to. I read the first nine books, why not read the tenth? I wonder if I'm too old for it. I wonder if I'll still like it. It's not exactly literature to think about. Then again, it feels like a sin if I don't read it.

It's late and probably time for me to go to bed. I got home from the party at the time that I usually wake up to go to school. It's a little depressing, actually, to get home when it's light outside and you can hear birds chirping. It makes me feel all out of sync.

I'm going to sleep to see if I can dream about something nice. I sure as hell need it.

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Why is it that when you wish someone would do something, they don't?
To show they care. Or something. Or anything.
Any miserable little thing.

Would be enough at this point.