Thought Constipation

     Constipation.
     Such a lovely word.  It has so many great associations to go with it, too.  Abdominal pain, stomach ache, a general feeling of uneasiness and blah.  Maybe you've been through it, maybe you haven't.  That is something I do not want to know.  So please don't tell me.  (Like anyone would admit to it.)
     Oh, yeah.  I've had constipation.
     Thought constipation.

Daydreams

     Recently, I've been daydreaming... a lot.  (Who doesn't think about boys?)  But quite frankly, I don't believe daydreaming is very healthy.  It raises expectations and hopes that most of the time aren't met, and then your wildest dreams are crushed like a spider in the bedroom.  Of course, you first scream in terror and cower on your bed in the fetal position, sobbing uncontrollably.

Overwhelmed

     As much as I love reading Writer's Digest, I have to be careful of how much I read.
     The magazine is full of wonderfully useful information.  My favorite bit is the "Writer's Workbook."  I always find the section very informative and it has really helped me with my writing.  But sometimes I can get overwhelmed.

That Crazy Thing Called Change

      As you've probably noticed, things around here have changed. Gone is the dark purple background. Here is the new, the light, and the welcoming! I think this coloring is easier to read, and it's not as foreboding. But it's still purple. It's gotta be purple.

Me Being Lazy

     I don't feel like doing much talking today, but an assignment in my psychology class had me explain how the course will help me in my work or home life.  Since I talked about my characters and writing the whole time, I thought I should post what I wrote onto here.

Research Ups & Downs

     Research can be enlightening, inspiring, complicating, and oh-so frustrating.

Peer-Editor-Agent Pressure

     I'm debating whether to make the blog public again.  (And I suppose if your reading this, I have gone through with it.  Or you're a hacker, and if that is the case, I really need to change my password.)
     Yet, the idea is absolutely terrifying, because if I do it won't be like last time.  If humor comes out, it won't be forced like it was before.  I'll most likely in a good mood that day.  And posting will probably be spastic at best.  (I meant 'spastic' to actually be 'sporadic' but I didn't know how to spell it. So, instead of searching for 'sporadic' the first time, I used spell check to come up with 'spastic' and decided to write this little note about my thought processes and writing laziness.)

The Story of Me (and What I Like to Write About)

     Some might say I have a hard time sticking with a plan.  I disagree.  I stumble around looking for the best and most efficient way to accomplish something, and in the process, I might lose sight of what it truly was that I wanted to accomplish in the first place.  I believe this happened with me and writing.

Covers

     You know, I'm beginning to think that I should never pick a critically-acclaimed modern novel again.   And by modern, I mean written within the past twenty–thirty years or so.   Believe me, I'll still be picking up the likes of Jane Austen, Mark Twain, and C.S. Lewis, but there have been two books I've read in the past few months that have been applauded and praised and fell absolutely flat in my eyes.

A Penny for My Thoughts

     Isn't it funny how a good book can entwine you so deeply, you forget time and duties, and end up reading for eight hours straight?

Dark Horse

     I suppose I'm making this blog private so I no longer feel pressure to write.  When I go back and think about it, it was a spur of the moment decision to make it and declare to the world that "I AM A WRITER!"  Yeah, well, that's not really my style.

Deadlines

   Today's post will be rather short but hopefully informative.  I've got a lot to do, such as finally type, print, and send off Chapter 4 to a very special lady who happens to be my grandma, and maybe finishing rewriting Chapter 1?  Insert quizzical look here.  Let's hope I can focus like I did last night.

Those Burning Hot Months in the Middle of the Year

     Hmmm, I'm beginning to think I took too long of a break from blogging.  Well, the past has passed, and I will begin again fresh!  Also with the hopes that I won't have to begin again, again in the future.

     Summer plans, this is what I will be writing about today.

Emo Coaster

     Hey, hi, aloha, hello! So, no post in over a week: this is far from desirable.  I can't go back and change the past; thus, I'll say, "I'm overwhelmingly sorry!" and move on.

     I finished rewriting Chapter Three nine days ago, and I've been slowly working on Chapter Four.  I've been rather busy, hence no update, and the progress I'm making on Four is as slow to cross a road as a slug.  Thankfully, I've also written on and off snippets of other chapters as I feel the same emotions my protagonists do.

Random Thoughts Including Food

     It's been an eternal four days since my last post.  Goodness, I better not get blogger's apathy.

     I've gone through an entire notebook in less than a month!  Yellow Roses 2.0 (yes, I number my notebooks) is labeled "70 sheets" on the front, but that's not quite accurate because I've torn out a few pages here and there.  But 70-some pages filled top to bottom, front to back with my handwriting is pretty sweet, not to mention encouraging.  If I can go through a half-inch stack of lined paper, I'm sure I can write an entire book.

Hooks 'N Printers

     Printers are fickle machines.
     Two nights ago, I finished rewriting Chapter Two, and I began printing it off for my grandmother who my mom was going to see the next morning.  I turned on the printer, and hit the "Print" button on my computer.  In the middle of the eighth page, the printer stopped.  No warning, no jam, plenty of ink, it just stopped.

Five Books in One Week?

     I finished five books, beginning to end, in seven days.  How did this happen?  I'm not quite sure.  I have a theory that time stopped on Tuesday, but it's not very plausible.  But if you have a time machine, please leave your contact information in a comment below.

A Gruntled Minion Phlebotmist

     For the past several days, I have been working on Chapter Two.  I feel stuck quite honestly,  but something glorious has evolved from this rut.  I literally am addicted to writing now!

Avocados

     Last post, I mentioned that I read the novel Unwind on Monday.  Well, today I found a short film that is an adaptation of the novel!  It makes me so happy.  *sniffs*  But it probably won't make you happy, more likely perturbed. I'm sharing this video because I love the book and think everyone in America should read it.  The video's not graphic, but it is unsettling.

Aaaaaah! Books!

      I haven't fallen into writer's or blogger's apathy; I've just been busy.  Earlier this week, I was reevaluating Yellow Roses to see what my main priorities for the book were.  It was really good to take a step back.  I was feeling very overwhelmed, and it calmed my mind.
      Besides thinking the story through, I was reading like mad.  The books I ordered came on Monday, and instead of dancing around the living room, I sat down and read through an entire 335 page book that day.

Wigged Out

     I stress.  A lot.  I worry about things that I don't need to be concerned with at the moment, such as building a fan base, finding an agent, getting published, fan stalkers, the list goes on and on.  The great thing is that I can debunk all of these worries right now.

Going Mental

     Goodness, goodness.  What to write about?

     Oh yeah, did I mention I finished Chapter Four yesterday?  No, I don't think I did.  Well, now you know!

     Before I went to sleep last night, my mind was a plate of spaghetti thinking about reorganizing scenes.  So, I pulled out my iPod and wrote down a note that looked something like this, "Replace that flashback with this one, move that to Chapter This and move that scene to this yet-to-be-determined chapter."  The more I think about all I have to organize and flesh out, the less sanity wants to hold my hand.

Future Possibilities

     Hello peoples of the universe!
     I am here to tell you that I'm am flying high.  Maybe to Mars, or Pluto, still haven't decided yet.  Why, I ask myself.  Two very awesome happenings.

World Domination

     I am ashamed to say it.

Stronger

     I'm groggy again.  Not because of mind deadness but because I'm functioning on five hours of sleep.  Somehow, I got wired at one o'clock this morning and didn't get remotely sleepy till about five.  It's beyond me how I woke up naturally at ten-thirty, but somehow I got myself standing instead of burrowing under the covers and hiding from the world.
     Sleep deprivation is not very nice, but one good thing did come from my inexplicable energy.

Sunday Break

     It has been one long week.  Time has gone by like watching grass grow.  I've written twenty-six pages and typed all that into the computer, finishing three chapters.

     Yes, I am done the first three chapters of Yellow Roses.

Trainwreck

     Yesterday afternoon, I kicked back in my plastic, blue lounge chair, put a hat on to block the sun, and pulled out my notebooks.  A couple minutes of writing later, my neighbor pulled out his lawnmower, and I drudged back inside.

Screen-Staring

     Yesterday morning, I woke to the beautiful music of birdsong and leaf blowers.  Doesn't that sound wonderful?
     What does sound wonderful is I officially finished Chapter Two's rough draft.  There's no Irish jig or flying to the moon today, only a sigh of relief and contentment.

Oh Yeah, Uh-h-uh-h, Oh Yeah

     ♫ Dum-de-dum-de-dum-de-dum.  I'm floating on air. ♫

     That's right.  I wrote seven pages last night.
     Better yet, I finished chapter two.

Kicking & Screaming

     Two scoops!  Double vision! Double dutch!

     I wrote six pages yesterday!  *bouncing off the walls*

     It's twice as much as Monday.  And bonus points for well written scenes? I think yes!
     It was amazing how a checkpoint list helped to get more words down.  It went like this:

Optimist & Pessimist

     I admit it.  I didn't post a second time yesterday, even though I said I would.  You can lead me away in handcuffs now.  But, wait! I have information that could buy me out of chains.

War on Procrastination

     As Horton would say when he realizes the Whos can't hear him because of their tiny ears, "Hello!"

     It is good to be documenting this journey.  I have the feeling it may keep me from straying too far from the daily noveling path.

      Before I continue, I have two explanations for I Am A Robot: short and long.  Read which ever you like, or both, or none at all, whatever is your choosing.

I Am A Robot

This is a robot speaking. How my I help you? I will stay out of your way as you have commanded.