I've my iTunes playing the "Classical" Genius mix, and it's kind of awesome.

I honestly can't remember where I stopped writing yesterday and started today. :/

Oh, no wait, I remember! HaHAH!

“Oh, honey, I was so sure I’d lost you,” Arin told her. “I really thought you’d gone.”
Little arms wrapped around Arin as Eiley said, “It’s okay, Daddy. I’m still here.”
Arin sniffed mightily and laughed once. “Yes, you are,” he said. “And I’m so happy you are. But there’s something I have to tell you, okay?”

Evidently, I didn't write anything funny today. It was 2,309 words of drama, I guess. But that's a pretty good word count, eh?

Where did I get all of this classical music? And before you think it, it's definitely not Bach and Mozart. Not even Beethoven and Debussy (actually, there is one Debussy, but I'm not a Debussy fan, so I don't listen to it really). Most of this is modern and contemporary. We're talking Josh Groban and Bond to Ludovico Einaudi and John Adams to Cage and a bunch of minimalists. I don't know where a lot of it came from, but it's making for some good writing music and I haven't listen to most of it in a very long time. This is why I love the Genius mixes on iTunes. There's even a Wizard Rock mix on my iTunes! \o/

Yeah, if you've read my blog for a while, you know at least some of my musical background, specifically the more recent part. Modern classical music is just cool, okay?

Yay, more Josh Groban is on! Definitely a change from the minimalist stuff.


STUPID BLOGGER KEEPS EATING HALVES OF MY POSTS! >:[ NOT HAPPY, BLOGGER!

Anyway, here I said something about the pointlessness of this blog and then mentioned something about remembering that I wanted to show you something.

At the beginning of the month, I made this graphic for my NaNoWriMo signature that is based on the book cover graphic I also made:
And then yesterday, I decided to make another one, which is this:

It may be slightly misleading because it makes it look like Ronan is the main character and the two boys are secondary, when actually Ronan and Jal (the boy on the right) are the two main characters and Slate (the one on the left) is the secondary one (although he's like the secondary character which is actually super prominent, so he's really close to being a main character, but not quite there). Also, they obviously don't look precisely like the characters because. . .well, the characters are in my head, and these are three real people who have been manipulated to look a bit like my characters. However, I'm kind of pleased with how it turned out regardless. Especially since I had to change all three of their eye colors and two of their hair colors.

Also, if you can name all three of the people I used in that banner thing, you win major awesome points.

See you soon! <3
Emily

NaNoWriMo: 42,349
Ghost Whisperer: 1.10

Your hands can heal, your hands can bruise. I don't have a choice, but I'd still choose you.

My problem right now is that I can relate to that a little too well.

Slate went over to Jal and peered at his face. “How do we wake him up?” he asked, looking back at Ronan, who shrugged.
“Just make sure he’s still breathing and slap him on the back,” the man replied.
“You didn’t make sure he was breathing?” Ronan demanded.
“Sure I did,” the man said casually. “And he was. I said to make sure he was still breathing.”
Slate turned back to Jal, checked to make sure he really was breathing, then gave him a sound slap on the back.
Jal coughed heartily and woke up.
“Ah,” Slate said, smiling, “nice to have you back with us again, captain.”
Jal gave him a look of annoyance, but was still coughing and couldn’t say anything in response.

Last night, I watched this movie called "Carriers" that had Chris Pine in it, and honestly it was pretty bad. It had some good scenes (mostly, I noticed, scenes that were mostly Chris Pine monologues), but the storytelling was just bad. Too much telling, not nearly enough showing. And there were SO many missed opportunities, which was bugging me. I kept heckling it over Twitter because my sister wasn't there, and she's the person I always heckle with. Also, Chris Pine was the ONLY GOOD ACTOR IN THE MOVIE! At least the only good actor of the leads. It didn't have any redemptive themes in the end, because I think it was going for the whole look-what-humans-are-capable-of-when-they're-trapped-and-desperate thing, but it did a really poor job of actually putting that across. It was very disjointed. I thoroughly enjoyed the two Chris Pine Monologue Scenes, but the rest of it was not very good. I did watch the whole thing, though, so I don't know what that says.

So, uh, it's about 4 in the morning and I've already FINISHED the quota for today's NaNo! *fistpump* I'm pretty freaking excited. One of my characters cursed again, though. I was really setting out originally to not have cursing in this one, and that really didn't happen.

Anyway, I need to go to bed now. Goodnight.

And, oh, by the way, thank you to those of you who have told me you like my excerpts! I'm not showing anyone this manuscript until it's done (and revised at least once), so the fact that people seem intrigued by my little bits and pieces really means a lot to me. Keeps me writing. So thank you.

See you soon! <3
Emily

NaNoWriMo: 40,040

Innuendos at 5am

I'm posting a few today, because my MC and my secondary male character have finally made friends, and I love their dialogue.

“What is it?” Slate asked quietly.
“I heard something,” Jal answered, searching the trees for a sign of whatever had made the noise.
“Squirrel?” Slate asked.
Jal glared at him.
Slate shrugged. “It’s possible,” he hissed.
“It wasn’t a squirrel,” Jal whispered back. “It was bigger.”
“Racoon?”
“Not helpful.”
“Sorry.”

“Do you feel like there’s an army of Satan’s minions at war with God in your head, too?” Slate asked.
“I don’t know if I’d have thought up that similie on my own,” Jal answered, “but now that you say that, yes, that is in fact exactly how I feel.”
“Great.”

“What is it?” Jal whispered, stopping with him.
Slate pointed. “Bread,” he said simply.
Jal looked. There was, indeed, what looked like a piece of half eaten bread sitting exactly where Slate was pointing.
“Squirrels eat bread,” Jal pointed out softly.
“Ah, but have you ever met a squirrel who baked bread?” Slate asked astutely.

“You think they won’t believe us?” Jal said. “They’re girls, Slate, not idiots. They know woodland creatures don’t bake.”
“I don’t want to worry them,” Slate clarified. Then he rolled his eyes. “I know they know woodland creatures don’t bake. What are you crazy? I don’t ever mess with those girls for fear that they may someday prove to be able to kill me with their little fingers.”
“I wouldn’t put it past them.”
“Me neither.”

Have you been listening to Poison & Wine by The Civil Wars as much as I have? I hear I've gotten a few people hooked on it. :D

Okay, so today was less than awesome. In fact, its sheer notsomeness bled over into today and made me lie around in my pajamas for an ungodly amount of time before taking a shower. Even then, I stayed in a funk for most of the day. Ranting at dinner to my understanding family helped some, and then I cleaned all three and a half bathrooms in my house (not by choice, mind you, I was getting paid for it and I need money for Europe), and cleaning is catharsis to me, so that helped too. Then we watched Star Trek as a family, and as I've mentioned, that's one of my favoritefavorite movies and I'm in love with Chris Pine's Jim Kirk (William Shatner creeps me out, so I'm not at all attracted to the original Kirk...sorry) and I think Chekov is adorable and of course Spock is awesome and Bones and Scotty are hilarious, so that helped a lot too.

Another thing that helped was that I have a few amazing friends who were definitely there for me yesterday, even though I couldn't tell them everything that was going on. You guys mean a lot to me. Thank you. <3

Somehow, half of this paragraph disappeared, but here's the gist?:
The crap that happened, hasn't been fixed yet, but at least I'm not stewing in the funk anymore. Tomorrow, I will surround myself with supportive people and try to have a good time at church and not slip back into the moping and funk. I actually ended up not being able to sleep last night because of everything that happened, so I ended up just stopping trying and then I watched Me and My Dick until 5am, which was definitely mature (and by that I mean for mature audiences...a lot of the jokes were sort of hilariously immature), but also really funny. After that, I was able to sleep. Hah.

Okay, I should go shower and get to bed. Goodnight, lovely people.

See you soon! <3
Emily

NaNoWriMo: 35,281
Ghost Whisperer: 1.08
Firefly: 1.06
Doctor Who: 4.11
Books this year: 15

No, not today.

I have had the crappiest day that I've had in a really long time. The only upside was briefly going to the open house of a family I really like who adopted the little boy they've been fostering for a while today. He's adorable, and everyone was really happy.

Other than that, crap.

I've learned never to check my email. Ever.

Okay, that's a lie, but still.

Rawr. Haven't written because my FMC's life is too much like the crap in mine right now. And I wrote a ton yesterday, so I'm okay.

Whatever. This day sucks.

Emily

Poison & Wine

“Ronan?” Slate whispered in her ear.
Ronan blinked, breaking her gaze through the trees. She realized that Slate was literally holding her up so she wouldn’t fall down again, and steadied her feet under her so he could let go of her waist. She turned around toward him and he ducked his head so he could look her in the eyes.
“Do you want me to take over the rest of your shift?” he asked, sounding very concerned for her. “I don’t mind, if you’d rather. . .sleep.”
Both Ronan and Slate were very aware that she would not, in fact sleep, but stay awake preoccupied with thoughts of where Jal could be at that time. Ronan shook her head.
“I’m fine,” she said softly. “And you need sleep, you’re tired.”
Slate frowned down at her, inspecting her face for truth.
“I’m fine,” Ronan insisted. “Really.”

NaNoWriMo: 32,777

Yeah, that's right. Not only am I no longer behind, I am not AHEAD. I sat down about an hour ago and completely finished my word count for today and THEN almost all of my word count for tomorrow! *fistpump* So stoked!

Also, I have become kind of obsessed with this song by The Civil Wars. Ohhh my Lord. Lovelovelove! You must go watch the beautiful video and listen to the beautiful song!

<3 Emily

Too tired.

“This is a stupid question, but may I ask why you don’t like me?” Jal asked.
“Because I can’t trust you,” Slate said immediately. “We all have stories. Mine is bad, too. Maybe not as bad as yours, maybe worse, but all I know is that it’s bad. I’ve learned, over the course of my bad story that if I can’t trust someone, I can’t like them. Ever. So, what do you say? I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours.”

NaNoWriMo: 30,307

I'm going to start putting my favorite lines/sections from my writing that day in my blogs. Fun?

Goodnight.

All caught up

NaNoWriMo: 28,349

Too tired to say anything else except that Rachel and I bought the new Star Trek movie (which, by the way, is one of my favorite movies and I've been waiting for excitedly for a while) on our way home from choir practice tonight and decided to start watching it at midnight. I adore that movie.

AND THEN I FOUND OUT THERE IS GOING TO BE ANOTHER ONE! XD

AND I'm all caught up to NaNoWriMo now!

My life is good.

<3 Emily