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Haha, I’m getting more and more creative with these titles.

I haven’t been writing much, and definitely not on this blog for a long time, since NaNoWriMo. That was a subject I could write a ton about as I procrastinated on actually writing for it.

Winter vacation started, a week and a half ago. I’ve been lazying around on my ass all day. I have gotten a lot of knitting done though.

That’s a Scotty’s Hat. Love it Finally a hat that I will actually wear~ I also made another stocking hat.

This one is a bit too heavy to wear, but it is cute. Now I’m making a octopus and DNA model. Going back to knitting now

Bye,
Heidi

WINNER

I won NaNo! And I guess this will be the first post that I will not tag with loser… I guess. The grand total is 50,071 words according to the official counter. So much catch up these last few days, but I can’t believe it, I actually did it! Considering my measly 10k last year when I barely had homework, comparing to this year where I had pile on top of pile of homework. Oh and my motivation problems, I consider this amazing.

I think that is all for tonight, time to get started on my piles on top of piles of homework.

Bye,
Heidi

On the last day of NaNo

It’s the end of November. Woah. I’m still around 3,700 words away from the goal. I will reach it before midnight though.

My entire plot focus has changed in other news. Now it is centered during Oliver and Sora’s adulthood and their marriage. And the pregnancy. The pregnancy is the most important. At the moment, I’ve just outlined the main important scenes to be written. I’ll go back and write fillers later should I ever feel like editing it.

I have limited time to write at the moment, so I’ll update after I -cross my fingers hit 50k.

Bye,
Heidi.

Plot revelations on Day 21

I’ve hit 35k and everything’s changed again. I’ve realized everything I’ve written is pretty much exposition (they will remain in the novel however…), but now the childhood of Oliver won’t be the focus. Now the focus is Oliver Brown, a.k.a. Lucas Black as a adult. And suddenly everything’s gotten a whole lot more complicated. Sora’s brother is suddenly a deranged self hating killer of their father. Sora’s mother witnessed it and now refused to speak. Oliver is pretending to be someone else in order to hide his werewolf identity.

I’m betting it going to change a lot more before the end of this month, but I have at least gotten further than I expected on this. At this point though, I’ll have to write a ton more after NaNoWriMo is done if I actually want to finish this story.

Oh, and I have no idea what I’m writing today. The words get done on paper without really going through my mind…

An excerpt for you:

Oliver felt particularly self conscious this morning, it seemed as though everyone was staring at him. And he noticed some were less than friendly. He rubbed the back of his neck and hurried to his first clas: Magical History. The moment he entered the room, the chattering from the students died down immediately. He had an odd feeling that they were talking about him.

There were a few coughs here and there, but everyone kept their eyes trained on him. He rubbed his neck again and sat down at his desk at the front of the class. Quiet chatter, much less enthusiastic than what he’d walked in to, started again. He felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand, feeling that everyone still had their eyes on him.

Oliver breathed a sigh of relief when Madame Mannas finally floated into the classroom, as elegant as usual and took the spotlight from him. But today’s class was different, no one was as attentive to the beautiful elven woman as she lectured about the magic of different species.

At the end of the day, he still felt that everyone was staring at him. He kept looking behind him as he walked and walked into someone.

“Watch it, ,” the person spat at him, and shoved him away. Oliver felt himself collide with someone else.

Dean.

Oliver gulped. Dean turned around to look at him in disgust. Oliver try to back away, but the students had formed a circle around him. They pushed him back toward Dean, who had his arm crossed over his chest, his gang surrounding him.

Dean scoffed, “Look, the mutt’s afraid.”

Laughter rang out all around. Oliver clenched his fist, it would be a waste of air to defend himself. He must not get angry, he rememeber the terrified face of Shane Freeman as he was slammed magically into the wall by Oliver. Then he remembered his parents, hurt in the hospital, I’m capable of doing that.

“Hey, boy, is it time to go for a walk?” someone yelled out to him.

Oliver looked around, his eyes wide, trying to find the person who said it.

“Hey fetch!” A textbook flew through the air and hit him in the head.

He stumbled a bit and fell down. He found himself at the feet of Dean. He swallowed hard and looked up at him.

“Look, the mutt’s learn who its master is!” Dean called out. Laughter surrounded Oliver again.

“Hey, werewolf, who did you eat to steal their powers?” someone yelled.

Oliver’s breath shortened and everyone had closed in further on him.

“Answer me,” Dean spat, kicking Oliver in the stomach.

Crumpling to one side, Oliver lay on the ground clutching his mid section tightly. He heard laughing all around him again, then he felt a sharp blow to his back.

“Die, mongrel!” someone screamed at him.

He felt pain all over his body. Then it stopped. There were sounds of protest around him and he suddenly felt a hand pulling him quickly, but gently to his feet. Through squinted eyes he saw the familiar black hair and delicate face of Sora. But she looked different, her face contorted in anger. As she pulled Oliver along with her away from the crowd, several people reached out to hurt her too, someone through another textbook, barely missing her head.

One more thing… my novel is getting to angsty for my liking. I can’t write overly emotional scenes, they sound really stupid in the end. But the thing is, the emotional stuff is a big part of the plot, etc.

Bye,
Heidi.

It’s Day 18! (and I can’t think of a creative title)

Tomorrow I get off school at 1:15 and we have like at 10:30. What? My school has lunch unnaturally early… they said it’s to make up for the fact that most of us don’t eat breakfast. Heh.

Today’s excerpt:

He shook his head hard, he’d been focused on listening to the irrationalities of the car rather than think about what had happened.He tuned into her whining and tuned out his thoughts of guilt.

Occasionally, he looked at his mother with a bittersweet expression on his face, amused at the car, but the guilt prevented him from laughing outright.

She wrapped an arm around his shoulder.

Ema snorted, “Affections. Hah. Do you think anyone ever tries to give me a hug? No. You know, even a car need love.”

Cecilia rolled her eyes and whispered into Oliver’s ear, “Never renting from the company again.”

Instead of gaining a smile from Oliver, a crestfallen expression was what she received. It set into stone again the fact that Mac, so cheerful and great,was damaged beyond repair – because of him, Oliver rubbed the back of his neck. He tried desperately to distract himself again through Ema.

“Have you ever asked for a hug?” Oliver asked her tonelessly.

Ema was interrupted from her ranting about the inconsideration of people and how the cars always got the short end of the stick. “Excuse me?”

“Have you ever,” Oliver said slower than it was normal, “asked for a hug?”

She snorted. “What would a car do with a hug?”

“You just said you never got one and no one’s ever though to hug a car,” Oliver replied, “they’ll think to if you ask.”

“Like anyone will want to hug a car, don’t be stupid,” she snapped .

Cecilia looked at Oliver and shrugged. Oliver listened now as Ema embarked on a rant about stupid questions. He leaned back in his seat in relief, this would suffice as distraction for the rest of the ride. Half hour later, she stopped smack in the middle of a road.

Slight relief went through Oliver, at least they were on a deserted road not a highway. Like on every other stop, Cecilia used a worn out voice to beg her to stop taking rests and get to their house faster. Oliver shook his head slightly as the same argument that broke out more times than he can remember broke out once again.

Yeah… it’s not great :S

Oh, and I really love the word sprints on Twitter I manage to get almost 3k in less than two hours from that. Final word count for today: 31,177 words.

Bye,
Heidi.

Short Term Victory on Day 17

Whew, I’ve caught up, the final word count for today: 28,383. Now I wish I had another 10k because then the number would be 38,383. Anyways, I got over my third(?) bump in the road by doing a bunch of word sprints. I’m going to need to outline a bunch to get back on track too, right now, I know what’s going to happen, just not how. Anyways, today’s excerpt:

Hitching his backpack higher onto his shoulders, Oliver nodded quickly.

“Mr. Smithson just interrupted my class to tell me you would be late,” he open the door wider, “Get in!”

Oliver flinched and nearly ran into the room. There was only one seat at left at the back of the classroom, he hurried to it. At least it’s far away from him. Although he didn’t even know the teacher’s name, he was already a bit frightened by the man with his big beard and brown suit. A syllabus for the course already waited for him on his table.

If you’re late again, marks will be docked, was written in red across the top of the page. It started to fade away as soon as Oliver finished reading it, but he gulped. Looking up, he immediately met the eyes of the rough looking man that was his teacher. He looked further down the sheet of paper and found the man’s name: Mr. Joy.

How fitting, Oliver thought, sighing.

–

Sora waited for him on the steps outside of the Advanced Years of Magic building, tapping her feet impatiently with, her arms crossed over her chest. Finally Oliver emerged, his eyes on the floor and not watching where he was going until he walked right into Sora. He screamed in a muffled tone, grabbing onto her to steady himself.

“Sorry, sorry, sorry,” he repeated over and over.

She rolled her eyes and pushed him off her. Oliver finally looked at her closely, a smile forming when he realized it was her.

“Sora!” he hugged her, “Sorry, my arrows got confused. I said I wanted the front door, it hear third floor for some reason.” He shrugged.

She scoffed, grabbed his arm and dragged him to the same place Mac parked everyday. Sure enough, the blue car was there and honked excitedly at the sight of them.

“Hey kids!” Mac greeted, “Took you long enough!”

“I got lost,” Oliver mutter, rubbing his neck.

“Didn’t you use the arrow thing you were telling me about?” Mac asked as the two of them climbed in.

“Oh, he definitely did,” Sora answered sardonically.

“They misunderstood me,” he said in embarassment.

Mac laughed and pulled away from the curb, “So, where to?”

“Ice cream place,” Sora shrugged.

Randomly chosen today (ie. scrolling up and down and stopping and choosing the first thing I saw). This will just be a flashback or something.

Bye,
Heidi

Wordle on Day 17

Word cloud of my NaNo novel thus far. I’ve slacked off again yesterday, going to have to write a bit more to make up for it. I think the biggest problem right now is that I’ve hit a wall, I want to get to the bigger plot points but I keep pushing on with the small scenes. It should be okay soon though, I’m about to come to a pretty big event.

Behind on Day 15

It’s only half way through the month and I’m behind… again?! Sigh, it is true, I am indeed behind. I though I would give myself a day off on Friday, then I only managed a thousand words yesterday, and now I need 3k to catch up. Oh and that chocolate I bought to celebrate the half way point (25k) is constantly calling out to me. I need to eat it, but I just need to write 3k more.

So way am I wasting time typing this? Because I’m a procrastinator. Oh well. At least I write occasionally, I’m completely not studying for the French test tomorrow. So I’m going to fail that. And I already failed my science test, I’m going to need to do a lot to get my overall mark back up to an A.

Well anyways, here’s another excerpt from the NaNo novel:

On the playground, there was only talk about one thing: the upcoming school year.

“I’m going to a school just for witches and warlocks!” A girl climbed onto the top of the monkey bars and stood overlooking everyone.

“Well, I’m going to a school for goblins!” A small goblin boy climbed onto the bars beside her.

“Ew!” the crowd of human children screamed.

“Goblins are yucky!” one little boy yelled up to the goblin.

“Mommy says only witches and warlocks should get to go school!” another little girl yelled.

“That’s not true!” another goblin girl climbed up beside the goblin boy, “We all get to go to school!”

Olly swung slowly on the swing, listening to the arguement. The goblin boy started crying now, he scrambled down from the monkey bars and ran for his mom. The angry gobliness stomped onto the playground now, yelling at the human children. Human parents started for the playground as well, yelling too.

Up and down, up and down, Olly swung his legs. As the swing lifted up, he jumped off and ran back toward his house just down the block from the park. William Brown sat on the porch reading today’s newpaper. He looked up as Olly ran toward the house.

“Hey, buddy, how was the park?” William asked.

Olly looked down at his shoes and shrugged.

“Anything interesting happen?”

Olly walked up the porch stepped and climbed into William’s lap, hiding his face into his dad’s shirt.

“Did the other kids make fun of you?” William’s voice sounded strained.

Olly shook his head. William stroked his son’s head slowly, “Wanna tell me what happened?”

“Fight,” Olly whispered.

“You got in a fight?”

Olly shook his head again, “Other kids and their parents.”

William frowned, “Over what?”

“School.”

That’s pretty much it for today.

Bye,
Heidi.

Chance meeting on Day 12

Oh and I said that I had nothing to say in the previous post, right? Well, I lied. Something did happen today, it turned out one of my SOAR (Student Orientation And Registration… I think that’s what it stands for) leaders is doing NaNo as well.

She mentioned how her friend and her were both writing a novel. I made the connection between novel and November. So I asked her, “For what?”

She looked really reluctant to tell me, I think it had to do with the way I asked her, like I thought she was a nerd or crazy or making fun of her. She sort of danced around the question a bit, “Oh… um… this thing…well, do you know NaNo?”

Well, that was the answer I was looking for.   I grabbed the binder on my desk (in retrospect, whether I grabbed the binder or not really made no difference since she didn’t know that the hard copy of my novel was in there, but…) and said excitedly, “Oh I’m doing that too!”

Yeah, not sure if she was excited or not… She asked me how far along I was, I told her I was at 18k now. She said she was around 25k, ’cause she’d written 10k on a sick day or something. Yeah… I guess I wasn’t really listening, but it was interesting to know that someone I know was doing it out of their own interest as well.

Yeah, that’s pretty much it.

Bye,
Heidi

On the 12th Day of NaNo, Heidi gave to me…

…an excerpt from her novel, finally!

Why? Because these entries are getting boring and I have nothing new to say. Read this at your own discretion and if you suffer from brain damage from this seriously unedited first draft (wow, this part sounds like an attempt to draw good comments…), please note that I cannot be held accountable.

A tall, rough looking man stomped toward William Brown, who sat on his porch with a little blond boy in his lap. The man smirked slightly.

So he has a son. That was certainly make negotiations easier.

The man coughed loudly to announce his presence. William looked up, his expression became uneasy, recognizing the man that stood before him. He lifted his son from his lap and stood up quickly.

“Horace,” William nodded stiffly, “I believe I have a day still.”

“John would disagree,” the man named Horace replied, “he wants it. Now.”

“I will get it to you,” William replied harshly, “in twenty-four hours.”

“Daddy,” the little boy looked curiously up at his father, “Daddy, who’s that?”

William’s angry face quickly turned tender, he leaned down and whispered in his son’s ear, “Olly, wanna play hide and seek?”

Olly nodded his head eagerly.

“Okay, you go hide first,” William told him, “I’ll count. One… two…”

Olly ran off quickly to find a hiding spot. He turned his head back to see his father turn back to face the other man, who had his arm crossed and an annoyed expression on his face. He ran all around the perimeter of the house to find that the best hiding spot was a bush right by where his father was. Loud voices drifted over to him. Olly covered his ears slightly.

Yelling’s not okay. His mom told him that everyday, he knew that his dad knows it too, but why was his dad breaking such an imporant rule to his mom then? Olly peeked out of his bush to see his dad and the man called Horace arguing, both had their arms crossed, both wore harsh expressions.

Daddy looks mad, Olly thought.

Suddenly, Horace uncrossed his arms and shoved his dad roughly. Olly gasped loudly as his dad fell to the ground.

“Stop!” Olly yelled. He ran up to the man and swiftly kicked him in the shin, “You don’t hurt Daddy!”

“Oliver, go hide!” William shouted in alarm. He pointed a finger at Olly, lifting Olly off the ground, opened the front door and sent him inside.

Olly landed on the living room, by the feet of his mother. He crossed his arms and pouted.

“What’s wrong, sweetie?” his mom asked, picking him up and sat him in her lap.

“An ugly man came and hurt Daddy,” Olly huffed.

“Really?” his mom asked curiously, her eyebrow raised.

“Yeah,” Olly nodded, “I wanted to help Daddy. I went and kicked the ugly man.”

His mom gasped loudly, “Olly, we don’t kick.” She shook her head at him.

“But the ugly man pushed Daddy. Daddy fell down.”

“Doesn’t matter what the ugly man did, we don’t hit or kick,” his mom reprimanded him softly. Her eyebrows were drawn slightly together in a frown.

Olly huffed and crossed his arms. He leaned back against his mom. His mom stroked his hair slowly.

“What did the man look like?” his mom asked.

“Really, really ugly,” Olly turned around in his mom’s lap and with both hands, he held her face.

His mom laughed loudly, “As ugly ogres?”

“Uglier!” Olly shouted, “And smellier!”

“That ugly?” his mom asked in shock.

Olly nodded quickly. “That ugly!”

Bye,
Heidi.