I feel like this has crept up on me, we'll and truly. I feel like November arrived when I wasn't looking and now I'm panicking.
This month I have about three essays to submit, I have social events to go to and I have a few other things that class as work, oh and yeah, I have to write a novel by midnight on the 30th...
Hang on. What?
I take part in this competition every year and have for a few years, and I already know how upset I get when I don't finish it, so it's not even worth contemplating that outcome. So yes, trudging towards 50k from the minute OLL say it's midnight.
Bring it on.
31 Oct 2012
19 Oct 2012
A Month of Sundays
For those who know very little about me or who have only just met me, you won't realise that I'm on the very borderline of crazy right now, because we're getting almost too close to November for me to contain my excitement.
00:00 on the 1st November marks the start of NaNoWriMo and you have until 23:59 on the 30th November to write a 50,000+ word novel (50,000 words is the official length required for a piece of writing to be considered as a novel and not a short story or novella). I'm actually pretty terrified for this year, because I have a few uni deadlines around the same time, but I know that if I don't finish NaNo, I'll be kicking my own butt until at least Camp NaNo in the summer...
In preparation for such a monumental event occurring, I've already had the pre-NaNo ills, done a little nesting and dusted off my typewriter - Hermes. There are notes and character profiles floating around in basically all of my notebooks and I'm wondering how easily I can get away with essentially becoming a recluse. Seriously, I'm looking at my calendar and trying to plot in all the days which I can spend in my bed with the Craptop just getting down to it and getting some work done!!
On said subject, there are a multitude of ways to encourage yourself to work, such as the very effective (or so I have found) Write or Die - Putting the Prod in Productivity (I love that so much XD) and also the very cute and cuddly WrittenKitten. One forces you to work by either playing you horrible music or deleting your words slowly if you stop typing for too long and the other refreshes and shows you pretty photographs of cats each time you pass a goal of word count...
As a vegetarian, I'm meant to love the animals, all the animals. I'm meant to love them for ever and always,...but I don't. I mean, I like these cats, because they are on the screen and they can't slobber or malt on me and they can't scratch me and they can't knead my leg (that really goes through me) but still, some of the photos are just scary...
Anyhow, that's all I wanted to say really, so I will leave you with the suggestion of a song to listen to. Brett Dennen - Heaven.
Charlie x
:D
00:00 on the 1st November marks the start of NaNoWriMo and you have until 23:59 on the 30th November to write a 50,000+ word novel (50,000 words is the official length required for a piece of writing to be considered as a novel and not a short story or novella). I'm actually pretty terrified for this year, because I have a few uni deadlines around the same time, but I know that if I don't finish NaNo, I'll be kicking my own butt until at least Camp NaNo in the summer...
In preparation for such a monumental event occurring, I've already had the pre-NaNo ills, done a little nesting and dusted off my typewriter - Hermes. There are notes and character profiles floating around in basically all of my notebooks and I'm wondering how easily I can get away with essentially becoming a recluse. Seriously, I'm looking at my calendar and trying to plot in all the days which I can spend in my bed with the Craptop just getting down to it and getting some work done!!
On said subject, there are a multitude of ways to encourage yourself to work, such as the very effective (or so I have found) Write or Die - Putting the Prod in Productivity (I love that so much XD) and also the very cute and cuddly WrittenKitten. One forces you to work by either playing you horrible music or deleting your words slowly if you stop typing for too long and the other refreshes and shows you pretty photographs of cats each time you pass a goal of word count...
As a vegetarian, I'm meant to love the animals, all the animals. I'm meant to love them for ever and always,...but I don't. I mean, I like these cats, because they are on the screen and they can't slobber or malt on me and they can't scratch me and they can't knead my leg (that really goes through me) but still, some of the photos are just scary...
Anyhow, that's all I wanted to say really, so I will leave you with the suggestion of a song to listen to. Brett Dennen - Heaven.
Charlie x
:D
10 Oct 2012
Changing Part 2
The last time I had someone important stay at my place (if people are stuck, I let them crash with me, but obviously there is a difference between them and my significant people) we were both going through our old Facebook profile photos, and it struck me how much, even though I have definitely changed from the sixteen year old on a cruise that I was in that first display photo, I still look pretty similar.
I mean, that photo was taken following the first major haircut I ever had - as in, all of a sudden I had a side fringe, layers and a hell of a lot less hair. Except the prom cut of 2011, nothing has ever been so drastic ever since.
Okay, so these days my hair is more red or ginger than light brown, I don't still own the t-shirt that I was wearing (although, I did only just throw it away, which is somewhat embarrassing) and these days I own a much better camera compared to that old piece of crud, but between all of them - there have been 47 which are actually photographs of me - I see very little difference, other than a change of hair colour and brief flirtations with looks of happiness, excitement and nonchalance.
My music is something else which has never changed, too. It's true that now I have so much more to listen to, but I would say that it has developed more than changed on account of the fact that I still love to listen to all of the things I listened to back in those days.
It's strange. Sometimes we seem to change so little, but then there is so much that's different.
I mean, that photo was taken following the first major haircut I ever had - as in, all of a sudden I had a side fringe, layers and a hell of a lot less hair. Except the prom cut of 2011, nothing has ever been so drastic ever since.
Okay, so these days my hair is more red or ginger than light brown, I don't still own the t-shirt that I was wearing (although, I did only just throw it away, which is somewhat embarrassing) and these days I own a much better camera compared to that old piece of crud, but between all of them - there have been 47 which are actually photographs of me - I see very little difference, other than a change of hair colour and brief flirtations with looks of happiness, excitement and nonchalance.
My music is something else which has never changed, too. It's true that now I have so much more to listen to, but I would say that it has developed more than changed on account of the fact that I still love to listen to all of the things I listened to back in those days.
It's strange. Sometimes we seem to change so little, but then there is so much that's different.
9 Oct 2012
Changing or Discovering
I'm not going to get bogged down in the detail of whether or not we actually change as we grow, or if we just discover things about ourselves we didn't know, because I could probably write an essays worth on it and I really don't think I care enough about the difference to go doing something like that. What I want to talk about is the last few weeks and the things I've discovered/changed.
John Green
became one of my favourite authors recently. I don't think he's overtaken Sophie Kinsella, let alone Danny Leigh, but he is Epic. I've read paper Towns and An Abundance of Katherines and I loved them both, although Katherines was most definitely my favourite. I had sort of expected to have been reading more Tony Parsons over the summer, but Green's books actually differ in the storyline, so it keeps things interesting.
Celery
is actually nice; raw or cooked, it's beautiful. Who fluffing knew, because I certainly didn't. I've also been eating peppers and onions, and I tried olive paté. Not really my thing, but I tried it. I'm getting all food-y; this is weird.
Hermes
is making a comeback ladies and gentlemen. Hermes is my typewriter. After someone tried to stupidly call him Clicky I had to come up with a pretty awesome name for him, and since he's an Olympic typewriter, it made sense for him to be named after an Olympian deity.
Tea
is an indisputable argument for the existence of a benevolent god. Sorry, but I'm being ridiculously serious. I have about six kinds of tea in my kitchen cupboard and even that's not enough!! (Yorkshire tea, Tetley, Afternoon Tea, Assam, Earl Grey, two kinds of fruit tea and a couple of camomiles, plus all my coffee.) I have become more obsessed.
Doc Martens
and they're yellow. They're beautiful. I love them. If you're one of those people who refers to them as Doctor Martens, then I want you to be stabbed in the eye with a pencil. There is no requirement for that. They exist most beautifully as DOC Martens. [/rant over]
Make-Up
is not something I have ever really bothered with so much, but I have been making more of an effort recently, since all I need to do to make my eyes stand out is put a little eyeliner on. It's actually worth it as well, except for all of the pervy men thinking that gives them a right to wolf whistle in the street. They're old enough to be my dad, it's gross.
Social life
I'm actually seeming to have one, which is something new considering I have been in relative solitude the last few months. It's pretty nice to be able to go out and let my hair down a little. I'm actually starting to really love London in a way I wasn't sure that I would.
Enough about me ~ feel free to tell me something you've changed or discovered recently.
Charlie x
:D
John Green
became one of my favourite authors recently. I don't think he's overtaken Sophie Kinsella, let alone Danny Leigh, but he is Epic. I've read paper Towns and An Abundance of Katherines and I loved them both, although Katherines was most definitely my favourite. I had sort of expected to have been reading more Tony Parsons over the summer, but Green's books actually differ in the storyline, so it keeps things interesting.
Celery
is actually nice; raw or cooked, it's beautiful. Who fluffing knew, because I certainly didn't. I've also been eating peppers and onions, and I tried olive paté. Not really my thing, but I tried it. I'm getting all food-y; this is weird.
Hermes
is making a comeback ladies and gentlemen. Hermes is my typewriter. After someone tried to stupidly call him Clicky I had to come up with a pretty awesome name for him, and since he's an Olympic typewriter, it made sense for him to be named after an Olympian deity.
Tea
is an indisputable argument for the existence of a benevolent god. Sorry, but I'm being ridiculously serious. I have about six kinds of tea in my kitchen cupboard and even that's not enough!! (Yorkshire tea, Tetley, Afternoon Tea, Assam, Earl Grey, two kinds of fruit tea and a couple of camomiles, plus all my coffee.) I have become more obsessed.
Doc Martens
and they're yellow. They're beautiful. I love them. If you're one of those people who refers to them as Doctor Martens, then I want you to be stabbed in the eye with a pencil. There is no requirement for that. They exist most beautifully as DOC Martens. [/rant over]
Make-Up
is not something I have ever really bothered with so much, but I have been making more of an effort recently, since all I need to do to make my eyes stand out is put a little eyeliner on. It's actually worth it as well, except for all of the pervy men thinking that gives them a right to wolf whistle in the street. They're old enough to be my dad, it's gross.
Social life
I'm actually seeming to have one, which is something new considering I have been in relative solitude the last few months. It's pretty nice to be able to go out and let my hair down a little. I'm actually starting to really love London in a way I wasn't sure that I would.
Enough about me ~ feel free to tell me something you've changed or discovered recently.
Charlie x
:D
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