I think if Warwick could act in all of his prosthetics, Ralph could have dealt with some red eyes. His acting couldn’t save him with the blue eyes, and that says a lot, I think. He never scared me, and I never took him seriously. So I agree.
I love YA and I love to write YA. On a somewhat similar note, if you don’t have a goodreads account, you should make one! It’s fun. Mine is on my profile. You can rate, recommend, review books, etc.
I have a goodreads account =] That’s how I new what YA books I’ve read this year. I also have a book journal, but ran out of room this year. Oh! I should ask for a new one for Christmas (note to self).
Ahh! I am nearing the end of the first draft of the book I am currently writing. It’s officially longer than Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s/Philosopher’s Stone. O_O I’m sure I will pass 90,000. We’ll see about 100,000.
Sometimes, when I find that writing my book is strangely difficult or just doesn’t feel right, I take a look at what I’ve done recently to see if something doesn’t fit or is wrong. Often there is something I can change or realize and then all is well again. It’s a horrifying moment, though, when you realize you might need to cut 4,500 words. Thankfully, I think I found another route to take that would just require changing a few scenes to make what I did feel right rather than completely removing it. *sigh of relief*
It is 11:14am and I have not slept. 76,458 words. I wrote 2,000-3,000 words tonight…or morning, and therefor I cannot really care how ridiculous this is, or how badly I need to fix my schedule this week. I’m not at the end, but I’m getting so close. It’s sad. I don’t want to be done with these people, with this story and this world. Of course, the end of the first draft isn’t the end, and I’m excited to read it through and perfect it, etc, but there is nothing like experiencing all of this insanity as it happens. I am there with them. I am living with them, and I don’t want to part with them.
At the same time, I’m excited to write this, and I will not stop because I don’t want it to end yet. I am so happy to end it. Writing is such a strange thing. I love it; I really do.
Okay, I need to sleep for a few hours. It’s too bad I can’t regret that much progress–especially since I’ve not written a ton the last few days. If I could regret writing, my sleep schedule might not be so insane. I am going to keep talking if I don’t get the hell of the computer. Okay. I am done.
Because Word pages are completely different than the pages of a printed book, I’ve never been able to tell people how many pages my books are. I can tell them word count and that sounds nice and all, but it doesn’t give you any reality. So, last night I came across a site that happened to have word counts of published books. After looking at several and averaging it out, I have come to the conclusion that my 66,000 word, 116 Word page book (the one I’ve been working on) is actually 200-250 pages in its true form. I am very pleased with this. ^.^
That also means that I have written three other 200+ page books. They will be longer in the end, of course, but it’s nice to know they are far longer than 100 or so measly Word pages.
While the book I am currently focusing on writing surpassed 60,000 words for only the second time about a week ago, I stopped just 300 words from surpassing my longest (and still incomplete) novel. I had some things to work out before I could continue, which was very unfortunate timing. After several thousand words worth of notes written, I started to write the book again tonight (or morning). I am pleased to say that the current book I am writing is OFFICIALLY, at 62,081 words, the longest book (or anything) I have ever written. =D Fortunately or unfortunately, I’ve still got a ways to go before I reach the end. For all I know, this post makes no sense. I am very tired. At any rate, HELL YES!
I just finished this book about an hour ago and god damn, man, god damn. I highly recommend it. This is the review I wrote on Goodreads right after:
Jellicoe Road was like a dagger through the heart at times, but I loved it. It’s happy and devastating and exciting. I all but lived in this book for the few days it took me to read it. Taylor’s thoughts (and those in Hannah’s manuscript) are so real and it makes me think in new ways, which is the best I could possibly ask for as a writer myself. It’s hard for me to quite put to words my feelings on this book. It’s a book I think I could read several times over. One that, perhaps, will stick with me for a long time.
I’d love to discuss it with someone. Have any of you read it?
For Tumblr, but mainly for Fae & Seyhan! ^.^ Guess what I got in the mail today (the 20th)?
After trying about six times to get this onto tumblr, I gave up and uploaded it to Photobucket, of all places. WHATEVER! The quality is shittier than it should be, but what can you do? At least it’s finally online a day later. Hopefully it works… >.>
Thoughts watching this video back:
It sounds like I’m saying Tissa instead of Tessa. Apparently I can’t say my own name right.~Why does my upper lip look so thin? LIES!~Well, I enunciated most of my words.~The Christmas tree keeps jiggling.~When I talk out of the side of my mouth, my jaw/teeth look so crooked…~I sound like I hate Kwanzaa. I don’t hate Kwanzaa. I don’t really know anything about Kwanzaa.~Man, what a dick move it was to just drop that beautiful card. It was not harmed! I did it out of love!~They do call her Sey, right? Or did I just make that up?~I am a very odd person.
And that’s pretty much it. Haha.
This just in: According to my brother, I look the color of Snookie. -___- The actual video has much better color, but when it was compressed in Windows Media Player, it turned it really red. I am actually extremely pale. Just look at my icon. Haha. I’d switch the videos, but it’s about 170MB and would take about a year to upload.