Once upon a time there was an awkward, lonely girl. She was afraid of basic human interactions, she skipped through the forest singing songs by Tolkien, and she thought she’d be alone forever and ever and ever. She was a very sad, neurotic creature, and didn’t eat enough protein, but her lack of a social life meant she had more time to read than I do, so sometimes I envy her.
Hello again internet.
What you wrote: The first draft of the second book in my mermaid series.
Brief synopsis: Being kidnapped by mermaids isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.
First sentence: The ocean is like a blank page — terrifying. (Someone didn’t know where to start.)
Final word count: 50,798
Number of days you actually wrote: 16
Reasons for not writing: I actually wrote the excuses in my day planner. “Almost died.” “Aerialist show.” “Sick.” “Packing.” “Travel.” “Kona.” “Kapoho.” “Sleep.” “Emotions.” And finally “Thanksgiving.”
State of your plot as of 11/30/13: Oh my god what. I’m not even halfway through my planned plot. This is the first time this has ever happened. I’ve always been able to finish in 50,000 words. I must be getting older.
Last word: Antarctica
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Lending Library at Puako General Store, on the Big Island.
Sunrise, Novemeber 16th 2013, Kapoho Champagne Ponds
Yesterday my dad and I were hit by two trucks (a semi, then a pick-up truck) while driving to work. We managed to walk away without any obvious injuries, partially due to luck (I had 6 four-leaf clovers tucked away in my notebook), partially due to the drivers around us being really good about hitting us slowly or avoiding us altogether, and partially because my dad kept his head and pulled us out of a spin and to the side of the highway before we really got messed up.
That’s the closest I’ve come to dying. I wrote a lot yesterday, but not for NaNoWriMo.
I’ve been keeping this blog up regularly, incredibly regularly, with at least one post every day for years. I’m going to take a step back, take a break. I can’t do blog upkeep and NaNoWriMo and read and work and party all at the same time.
On the other hand, I have a smart phone now, so you might hear from me more regularly. Especially if you follow me on Twitter.
Your regularly scheduled updates about my life should resume in December, if not before. Happy writing. Happy drinking. Happy arting. Happy living.
I’m the stuff of your nightmares.
I get to eat this when I’ve written 5k.