Meh? Meh.

So now I have to write posts again.

After writing a bunch of action and character conflicts, this feels really weird.

For me, my thoughts are along the lines of: here I am to monologue again!

I mean, I did spend some time on P101 on Wednesday.

Like, five hours.

:)

And I didn't accomplish anything. Most of it was me failing to play my Buccaneer alt, Sarcastic Maeve, so in the end I switched to my Swashbuckler alt, and found that much easier to play with. I think there's a large amount of skill requirement for each class, more so than I realized.

Also, my novel's not done.

But I definitely need to take a break from it for now. I think I might go work on book two. I mean, it takes place at the same time as book one, so people who read them simultaneously won't really get spoilers or anything.

It's book three that MUST be read third.

I really can't wait for book three x3

Anyway... What was I talking about?

I don't remember -_-

Oh right, my failure as a Buccaneer.

Eh, let's move past that.

I kinda feel like thanking people... I know Thanksgiving has passed (happy post-turkey day everyone!!), but I finished NaNo on that day... so I have a lot of be thankful for, and that includes people.

Firstly, thanks Destiny, for being my crazy-NaNo and plot-rambling buddy :)
And thank you for time differences so I wasn't alone at 1am with writer's block XD

And thanks Sophia and Elizabeth, for finishing (if not this year, then years prior) and proving that this isn't impossible. Well, and thanks to Des for proving that too. Every month that NaNo rolls around I think of your guys and am like: "This is accomplishable!!"

Oh, and definitely thank you prep talks (the good ones anyway).

Writing in a nuthsell, as per the words of Bella Andre:

• Decide to start my new book.

• Do everything but start the book.

• Make more big plans to start the book, for real this time.

• Freak out about not starting the book.

• Tell myself that tackling the non-writing items on my enormous to-do list is important, necessary work, so really, how could I start the book yet?

• Tick through non-writing items on my to-do list… and get crankier by the day.

• Force myself to sit down with my laptop and stare at the blank page and not get up until I’ve written at least 1,000 words.

• Finally realize (yet again!) that the number-one thing to help both my career and my peace of mind is sitting down and writing. Every single day. From one book to the next.

For those of you who don't write, believe it.
For those of you who do write, we're on the same page.

AND THANK YOU FOR FRUIT SALADS!! Fruit salads are the best salads in the world, and I love them, and I ate them all the time while writing. Oh, which leads me to what I'm next thankful for: MUSIC. I would be completely insane by now without music. Enough said.

Oh, and there's a couple other people I'm thankful for, but they aren't associated with this blog, so it'd be weird to mention them.... *looks around awkwardly*

Anyhoo, that's what I'm thankful for in a nutshell. Want to know what I'm not thankful for? Homework. Basically I've been putting my homework off ALL WEEK, and today it kinda slapped me in the face with a brick and was all like, "Helllooooo!!?? I'm still here! :D" I told it to go away, but it wouldn't listen -_- Let's call it a hate-hate relationship. I'm also not thankful for retainers, because my teeth hurt a lot right now and I won't be able to eat breakfast in the morning. Okay, maybe I'm thankful that they keep my teeth straight, but... Let's call it a love-hate relationship :p

So that's pretty much it. Not much else to update. December is almost here, and I have to survive another three weeks of school before that vacation :( Ugh, the life of a student. Tiring. I'm going to go sleep now.

Night!
~Emma

Let's Look At Where I Have Not Been...

1. Here
2. There
3. Everywhere
4. Nowhere

Where I have been:

1. Writing land
2. Twitter :p
3. Figment

...Yup, that's basically it :)

So to make up for my lack of posting (I hope), I'll post some of my favorite [unedited] scenes for you lovely people :) 

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Despite wallowing in self-pity for most of the days journey, Carter found that he still couldn't extinguish his sorrow. Not wanting to be pitied, he moved to sit on the edge of the forest away from the group, wrapping himself in cool darkness.

As he did, the tree tops illuminated only by the pale moon, he looked up at the mountains, their goal. Their sides shot straight up to the heavens, black rock slicing down the white surface here and there. The tips came to unimaginably sharp points that seemed to want to cut the night's skin in half like fabric, spilling the stars on the world below.

These mountains stood between Irunda and Mievren; between a tyrant country and a country filled with slaves; between the group of rebels and hoard of people wishing for freedom.

- end of chapter 1

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Just having her there, Carter felt better. He felt his breathing slowing to a more normal pace. He went to brush his hair back from his face, but stopped short. He looked down to see his hand was entwined with Mari’s. Stupidly, he stared at it.

Mari raised an eyebrow, then looked down. Almost simultaneously, they both blushed.

“I, uh...” Carter started.

“This was...” Mari stuttered.

“How did...”

“Um, you...”

“Like...?”

“Last night...”

“Oh...”

“Um, yeah...”

“O-ok.”

The two friends looked around -- looked at anything really save each other -- before awkwardly detaching their hands. Neither’s blush ceased, unfortunately, and an equally awkward silence befell them. Carter looked forward and around the camp, trying not to meet Mari’s eyes, while Mari looked around the woods and down at her lap, trying not to meet Carter’s eyes.

- somewhere in the middle

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Ricky scratched his head tiredly as he mounted his horse, making sure her hooves were covered in some strange and cool anti - cold thing that allowed her to tromp through snow like no one’s business. Rubbing his eyes, he chewed on some dried meat and wished he had a sandwich instead. A turkey and mustard one, with layers of lettuce and beef tartar in between, maybe even a dash of salt and pepper. His mouth watered at the thought of it, the dried meat turning to sawdust in his mouth.

Itching his cheek at the thought, he continued to envision other delicious foods he would have to wait for. Clam chowder with its slight tastelessness made better by the side of shrimp covered in spicy sauce with a side of fruit salad. Oh, a mass of blueberries, strawberries, and avocado on top of fresh lettuce with thin slices of apples, and shredded asiago cheese sprinkled over the top with a few drops of red wine for flavor. And then beside the soup and the salad would be the world’s freshest baked bread, so fresh it would dent if you handled it too roughly. It’s crust light brown and its inside so white and fluffy Ricky could fall asleep right on top of it. He would take his silver knife and spread a thick layer of a virgin maid’s butter over it, and he would sink his teeth into it, and then he would marry that maid.

And at their marriage ceremony, there would be a huge roast pig with an apple in its mouth, its hide sparkling from being cooked so perfectly, parsley and basil scattered across its back and more of his new wife’s butter dripping down it’s side. It would fill the hall with its rich scent of what was to come. And Ricky would stand behind it, his new wife at his side, and he would carve that pig so everyone could taste how magnificent it was.

“Ricky!”

Ricky jolted from his reverie, brought sorrowfully back to the cold waste lands of the snowy mountains, to see Ila trotting up towards him. She smiled sheepishly, handing him a red apple.

“It’s the last fresh one, no one else was particularly interested, and someone should probably eat it before it goes bad.”

Ricky beamed, probably looking like an idiot, and gratefully took the apple, sinking his teeth into its crisp flesh, chewing slowly, savoring its sweetness. Marry me please! he thought, and would’ve said it had his mouth not been full. Before he could say it aloud though, Ila moved on.

- just wrote this yesterday

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I would like to give a shout out to Destiny, who was able to inspire me to write that last scene last night and reach my 30k word goal for the day :D So thank you!!

Truthfully, this book has a ridiculously dark and heavy atmosphere most of the time, only made better by the scenes above. No worries, it all turns out good in the end :) I'm fairly bent on finishing it now, as I have written 30,000 words of it haha, might as well finish it now!!

I have to say, I'm really enjoying the NaNoWriMo prep talks, they make me feel preppy XD My favorite line from the one today, by Lev Grossman, was: 

"Forget that stuff about the odds being in your favor. What does that even mean? Screw the odds. There are no odds. You're the writer, and writers make their own odds."

(WOOT FOR CATCHING FIRE COMING OUT ON FIRDAY!! :D XD)

I'm a writer. I'm doing NaNo. I'm crazy. There are no odds. LOL so here I go, plunging perfectly in ultimate chaos where my paragraphs will seem more and more like the first sentence of that third excerpt (which was brilliant, was it not? XD). 

Whatever. It's a first draft :D

Back to writing!!

~Emma

P.S.

It seems I've been listening to a ton of Pentatonix while I write, and if you don't know who that is, you have got to check them out XD

^ Feat. Lindsey Stirling (aka epic violinist) ^

Neglected... with good reason!!

UPDATES: 

• As of right now, 12,220 is my word count. 

• I have a forensics meet after school (dramatic monologue)

• It's friday ^_^

• Blogging has been neglected.

:(

Sorry guys.

I have NOTHING to update.... at all.... it's sad.... I haven't been on any games.... haven't been writing fanfics.... NaNo's been taking up all my time (as many others know). But I am making good time on that!!

Guess this is more of a "I'm not dead!" post :)

Laterz!
~Emma