The mad rush to get as much done for NaNoWriMo 2012 as I can.
There's no *way* I'm going to be able to get 50,000 words done, sadly, but I'm pushing it for all I'm worth to see what I can get to.
I've got coffee brewing right now and a long night ahead - I won't stop until I reach 11:58 pm, just long enough for me to enter my word count.
Wish me the best.... this is what I feel like right now: Running like a madman and getting absolutely nowhere. :P
... wow.
What. A. BLAST. 0_0
I've been gone to Georgia for the past four days and got to see my Best Friend in the process - EEK! We had a *wonderful* time. 'Twas absolutely amazing.
We (myself, mom, Nathan and Rebekah) left the house at around 4:45 am, bundled up and crammed in the Nissan to begin the six hour drive. It was long, boring, and totally uneventful, and we arrived at around 10:30 at grandma's house.
That afternoon at 3:00, a green van pulled into the driveway and I went thundering down the stairs to greet my Bestest Friend - it'd been four months already.
"Helloooo!" I hugged her, giddy but feeling like this was a regular occurrence all at the same time. Everyone exchanged hellos and we sat around for a while talking before her mom had to leave. We giggled over story ideas and such, debated what the meaning of 'juseyo' is in Korean, and over-all acted like our crazy selves.
When we went upstairs to settle in and get comfortable, the real insanity began. We sat on the floor beside the bed, listening to music, talking about people and exchanging silly stories, and writing weird letters to each other in our journals. ^_^ She was enjoying a mug of orange juice (instead of coffee?! 0_o), and I was enjoying my pepsi... hadn't had one for the past two weeks, kkk.
Oh, and then she began to draw strange things on my hand....
We sat up in that room for at least a couple of hours, enjoying each others company and laughing over the weirdest things.
I also found out a couple of new things about her (perish the thought! Is that even POSSIBLE?!) 1 - She drinks her coffee black. For some odd reason I always thought she was a cream and sugar gal. 2 - She didn't. know. what. CHEESE. TOAST. was. 0.0 Okay, okay; have I gone mad, or is that beyond comprehension? That's kinda like me not knowing what 'boom shakalaka' meant. *smiles*
We stayed up Saturday night until 2:00 am after deciding on a role play, having an absolute blast. We decided that if one of us ever breaks up with the other, we'd have to hire assassins to kill ourselves because we simply know waaay too much. >:)
After role playing for a few hours, I think I mentioned something about it and she says, "THAT'D be awkward," in a completely in-character voice. Unfortunately, that threw me OUT of character and I broke down into a giggling fit, which prompted her to do the same thing. (Needless to say, that ended the RP...)
*my lovely brother*...
The next day was Sunday. I woke up before her and decided to let her sleep while I went to shower. When I came back - she was still sleeping. Not exactly a surprise. So I went downstairs and got two cups of coffee; one for myself and the other I hoped would appease her morning-monster-wrath.
I sat down on the bed cross-legged and tapped her shoulder, expecting a fist to meet my face. She mumbles and rolls over instead. I cleared my throat, holding the coffee out so she could see it.
"I was nine?"
She blinks, and a slow smile appears. "Yeah. Give."
(The 'I was nine' joke came from watching a Korean drama, where Mirriam's sister misheard the guy asking his girlfriend if she wanted coffee... don't ask me how she got 'I was nine' out of that...)
We laid around talking for a few minutes, and then finally forced ourselves into 'walk' mode and began to get ready for church. The day went by, the sermon was good, and HO boy... I was getting a cold. Nathan had kindly passed it on to me.
But despite the cold, we continued to have a blast - we took some hilarious videos and backtracked over old jokes we had. A new one came in the form of my terrible grammar mistake when instead of saying "the Blacks and I", I said "the Blacks and we". Leave it to Mirriam to take something like that and morph it into a joke we'll never forget.
"The Blaxonwee?!" she squeaked. Thus we now have a fell beast from the depths of the earth that haunts our conversations, and anytime we see anything that could be the slightest bit disturbing, it gets labled with the title of Blaxonwee.
That night we stayed up until... um... *whispers* 6:30. In the morning. However - we have noooo regrets!!!
In all honesty, I think the following was my favourite moment out of all the laughter side-stitches and embarrassing things she said. We had to take her back the next morning, and on the way down the Interstate, we sat in the back seat of the Nissan singing at the top of our lungs to some of our favourite songs, coffees in hand and driving my poor, wonderful mother insane. =D There'd be the random "Look at that building! It reminds me of UNIT!" followed by brainstorming over a book scene or plot. I loved it so much. ^_^
It was sad to say goodbye. *IF* they come up for my birthday next year, that's eight whole months. :( Maybe we can come up with something between now and then.
Mirriam, I love you, unnie. You had me in a constant state of smiles and laughs - it's just what you do to people. ;) And the jokes we shared were hilarious; I wrote them down for good measure. You're so sweet and insanely cruel all at the same time, and even if I DO get annoyed at you on the rarest of occasions, it's doomed to fail because there's no way I can stay that way towards you for more than ten minutes. ^_^ God gave me a special gift when He brought us together, and I have a feeling that we'll always and forever be Best Friends. (Our husbands will die of old age trying to figure us out. =D) You're such an encouragement to me, you inspire me, and you make me want to steal your memories when you write something brilliant that I never would have thought of. ;D
당신을 사랑합니다, 언니.
You're fantastic. ;)
Au Naturale :P
She weareth shoes....
This edition was dubbed 'CRAYON', because we literally got our crazy on. XD Enjoy these videos I put together - the first one a conglomeration of some of our craziness, and the next is Mirriam's rendition of The Tale of the Blaxonwee.... have fun. ^_^
Life has been very interesting lately; even though it's the same-old routine of things, it still manages to take those 'interesting' turns when you least expect them... and not in big ways; small, little ways.
Last night, I woke up at 3:30 to go outside and see if I could spot any meteors. I pulled on my coat and socks, groggily made my way to the door, turned on the porch light first to make sure there weren't any monsters hiding out there to get me, flicked it off and THEN went out. The air was cold and filled my lungs, but the sight of the stars filled my heart. There were thousands. Glowing, sparkling, shining like tiny pin-point diamonds in the night sky. I leaned over the rail and kept my eyes heavenward, shivering but not wanting to go back inside. A small smile appeared when I remembered that some friends were doing the same thing, and almost as soon as the thought crossed my mind, there it went - a meteor blazing across the sky. I could only stay out there in the silence and cold long enough to see four stars fly and two very bright ones in the corner of my vision, and then went in... but for some reason those few minutes seemed sacred. No one else had gotten up to watch them with me - it was just me, myself and I standing out on the back deck gazing skyward. They have no idea what they missed.
NaNoWriMo is still going, going GOING... I'm sadly behind on my word count. (I should probably be writing in Cafe instead of doing this post... but my brain is tired of dealing with Viktor right now. :P) I have, however, made considerable progress in the story. Here's my count:
Book: Cafe
Date Started: August 28, 2011 Page Count: 209
Text Size: 12
Text Style: DejaVu Sans Condensed Chapter: 21
Main Characters In: Erica, Jungsu, Daehyun, Adriana, Viktor, Justin
Main Characters to Go: Youngbae
To be Added: (... that's a surprise...)
General Weather: Cold, Winter, Snowy
Characters Wounded/Hurt: (THAT'S a surprise, too!)
Word Count Thus Far: 117,281
It's coming, slowly but surely. I'd post more, but time escapes me and I have to write... again.
Keep working hard, everyone!
Happy Birthday to my adorable friend, Caroline!
She's 17 today! My little friend is growing up. :) (Actually, most of the time, she's more grown up than me, anyway....)
Caroline, you're a special girl with a sweet smile. Thanks for being there when I needed a level-head. We've been through a lot together, haven't we? Ups, downs, in-betweens, and who knows what else. :P
These last couple of years, though, seem to have been pretty important for us, don't you think? 2011 and 2012 especially.
I've been your friend for eight years, but these past two years it seems that I've really just gotten to actually *know* you. And we've dealt with a lot of stuff. And we've come up with the craziest ideas (bleached hair with red glowing eyes in the window, anyone?). We've cried together, laughed like the crazy teenaged girls we are, and brainstormed our minds into nothingness.
And, well... I hate to say this, but... I didn't get you anything. :P
HOWEVER - I think you'll like the card I made. :) I'm forever in your debt, so... come up with something I can do to pay you back. (I'm going to regret saying that... =D) But anyway... I love you, girl. Keep calm and love the Cat, wot wot! *throws you a salute*
I hope we can continue to go on many more escapades and adventures, and keep going crazy over things like hair brushing the back of a shirt. ;)
LOVE YOU!
I'm currently in the process of drawing this face.
This face. Who's face?
I don't know who's face it is. It looks familiar to me, but not quite; it's like, as I just recently read out of my friend's novel, "an echo without a voice".
I realized as I was adding the little details to him, making him unique in his own way, that every time I draw someone and begin the meticulous process of shading, adding fine hairs to the brows or lines to the lips, that in a sense, they're being brought to life.
The gift of drawing is an amazing thing. God has a place for art, and it should be used like He intended.
If you're an artist, you know what I'm talking about.
With every stroke of the pencil we breathe life into the thing portrayed on paper.
God is an artist - and He breathed life into us.
Alright, all you Blogger people... can I get some comments over here? ;)
Even from those of you I haven't heard from in a long time - I'd REALLY love some comments!
It's the end of a long day.... a long week, actually.
Everyday this week, all except for one, I've been getting up at 5:00 AM to write in Cafe for NaNo... wow. It pays off, but missing an hour and a half of sleep is frustrating. :P
We've also been stacking, unstacking, restacking and then stacking again about, collectively, four truckloads of wood. Ooh, the aching muscles!
I'm currently taking a mini-break from writing at the moment to rest my brain... and I decided there are three things I'd really, *really* love right now.
A delicious, steaming peppermint mocha, a heated keyboard so my frozen fingers can thaw out, and someone to rub my shoulders. :P
That'd be awesome. ^_^ Though I highly doubt anyone would be willing to stand behind me and rub my shoulders for any amount of time; they might start aching, too. >.<
Ah, well... life must go on. The joys of NaNo, haha. I've been so cramped up staring at this computer screen for I don't know how many hours on end, and then unloading all of that wood on top of that... but now it sounds like I'm whining, so I won't. :)
Not my intention... just a rant.
Alright, all you writing people - let's get back to it.
