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Skullcandy Headphones are the coolest ever. I want every style in EVERY color.

I bloody did it. No amount of words can express how awesome I feel, except perhaps five thousand. I kid, I kid.

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I refuse to read a word of it until at least a month has passed; perhaps the cringing will be kept to a minimum that way. This weekend I'm popping over to Kinko's to get it printed out. Ninety-five pages, baby!

I THINK I AM GOING TO FINISH.





This is amazing.

I am trying not to panic.

But. It's already into the fourth week (okay, not really but almost) and I am still behind and I keep getting distracted. It would be such a huge disappointment to get to, like, 48,000 words JUST as midnight comes and then I lose. :( The thing is, my plot is not even close to concluding and plus my characters are ALL OVER THE PLACE.

Sighhhhh.

It's early days hours yet, but I think I've gotten a grip on my narrative voice and am ready to novel away the day again. All it took was the introduction of an androgynous and, in terms of plot, completely unhelpful guardian angel. How much do I love these random twists and turns? A year ago I would've said, yes! Yes! But here I say...I am not sure. For once in my life I think that having a plot well-planned out would be a good thing. A very, very good thing.

I'm also suffering from the unfortunate malady of discovering that my two main characters mirror others whom I have seen before. Not intentionally, of course. But still. Sadface. D:

Bye bye, then. Heigh ho, heigh ho, it's off to work we go...

Lalala, I haven't written anything at all today! And I just don't care! I do have schoolwork that needs to be done, and after all, education comes first. ;) Still, I'm just mulling over the plot in my mind and the characters, trying to figure out what's gonna happen. I think now I have a good idea of what's going to go down...and it's completely different from what I initially had planned out.

Ah, well. The joy of noveling.

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Dear Lord, this year's NaNoWriMo is like pulling teeth.  And not the nice kind which are already loose and wiggly; the kind that are stubborn and hard and have a strong, almost supernatural grip on your gums.  (Is this metaphor being overly extended?  Oh well.)  The worst thing is, I'm not that far behind anymore but all of my inspiration has left me.  It has just...gone.  And who knows when it will be back?

I'm not sure if this is just genuine writer's block, which happens to me often, or if it is a result of certain things that have happened to me recently.  But whatever it is, I'd like it to go away SOON.  I need to get to Rain's big reveal already.

Holy--excuse my French--shit, it's the beginning of the third week already and I've only got a little over 12,000 words.  Luckily I hit my stride sometime in the last few days and am still full of inspiration.  Nonetheless, I'm feeling <i>very</i> worried.  I'm not entirely confident I'll be finishing--half of me is screaming YES!  I WILL finish this novel! but the other half is saying that I've got tests, term papers, homework, clubs and creative writing assignments to do and I can't possibly have enough time to shell out 38,000 words in less than two weeks.

Sighhh.  We'll see.