NaNoWriMo 2010

This won't be a long post, as I've just completed my writing for the evening, but I must say that I've decided to participate in NaNoWriMo this year. I came up with the concept for my novel yesterday and wrote 955 words. Also did a one-sentence and one-paragraph synopsis, and analysis of the two main characters. Today I outlined the entire plot, scene by scene, except for chapters 16-18 (the body of the conclusion section). We'll see. Wish me luck!

I Had a Dream Last Night

I had a crazy dream last night where I was locked in a big building like a school with a lot of people I wanted to get along with and have fun with, but they knew the building had some issues. Then the doors to the room we were in closed, but the creatures could still get in. First came small, fierce animals. The one that stood out was a small white bear who looked soft and fluffy but when he smiled and rolled over had a lot of pointy sharp teeth. The people explained to me, however, that these were Companions and weren’t anything bad compared to the Archangels. Then a whooshing screeching noise and screaming from around the room. The person close to me yelled “make sure you eat the whole thing!!” before abandoning me. Then the thing flew at me. It was like a worm with a dark black mouth. About the size of my arm, which was fitting because it flew and sucked up my arm to the mid bicep. I pulled and tore at it with my free hand, but I could feel it sucking my hand and arm deeper into itself and its muscles convulsing around me. I tore at it with my teeth, pulling off strips of white, stringy flesh. I could feel that I was getting down to rib-like bones beneath. I considered spitting it out, but then remembered my friend’s warning to eat the whole thing. I chewed and swallowed the chunks of flesh as quickly as I could. As I worked I looked around to see how the others were faring. Some were holding their own, others weren’t so lucky, particularly the one boy I saw that had the Archangel fly at and attach directly to his face. I think I got most of it eaten to the point it let go and it came off and my Companion ate the rest? I can’t recall. Then I was in a room with a bunch of girls trying on fancy dresses with a shopper lady who recommended these old school late 60s British tweed type looks. Then the dream ended. I think.

Based on this text:

I write like
Stephen King

I Write Like by Mémoires, Mac journal software. Analyze your writing!

The terror and hurt in my story happened because when I was young I thought others were the authors of my fortune or misfortune; I did not know that a person could hold up a wall made of imaginary bricks and mortar against the horrors and cruel, dark tricks of time that assail us, and be the author therefore of themselves.


He was merely floating there in the room, insubstantial, a living man in the midst of life, dying imperceptibly on his feet like all of us.


Sebastian Barry - The Secret Scripture

Home - Garden State Quote

You know that point in your life when you realize that the house that you grew up in isn't really your home anymore? All of the sudden even though you have some place where you can put your stuff that idea of home is gone.

You'll see when you move out it just sort of happens one day one day and it's just gone. And you can never get it back. It's like you get homesick for a place that doesn't exist. I mean it's like this rite of passage, you know. You won't have this feeling again until you create a new idea of home for yourself, you know, for your kids, for the family you start, it's like a cycle or something. I miss the idea of it. Maybe that's all family really is. A group of people who miss the same imaginary place.

Brisingr: The Inheritance Trilogy Becomes a Cycle

As I was nearing the end of Brisingr, what I thought was the final book in the Inheritance Trilogy, I learned that it was no longer a trilogy. That explained why I couldn't imagine how Christopher Paolini was going to have Eragon beat Galbatorix with less than a quarter inch of pages to go. I thought I'd be frustrated, and I was a bit. However, Chris' short, sweet and helpful explanation of how he couldn't possibly fit it all into one book appeased me. Now I'm just waiting with breathless antici......

..... pation (sorry I couldn't pass up the "Rocky" reference) for the fourth book in what is now the Inheritance Cycle.

As Hot As It Was, You Ought To Thank Me

Night felt like something heavy melting over us, like if the black sky could melt like wax and coat the world in hot darkness. Sometimes you thought you couldn't breathe. You thought you were under water at Cherry Lake, had been there too long, forgotten to come up for air, won the holding-your-breath contest and lost your life. You kicked the wet sheets off you, like unpeeling a cotton skin, and lay in a puddle of sweat that felt like if you'd been shot and maybe were bleeding do death.


Words are funny, the way they come at your full force, then just bounce right off you like bullets off the side of a steel barn. I saw the force of them, but they just slapped up against me and bounced away. Words need a place to enter. A lot of people think you got to let words in through your ears, but that's not so. Words can get in other ways - harder ways. They can come in through your open eyes. You can breathe them in. They can work their way through your sweaty skin like ringworms do. They can enter a wound you are trying to heal up. They can just sit on you like a tick you didn't know was there, attach themselves to you and sort of suck their way in.

Once words are spoken, then there they are. They don't just vanish into thin air like some people think. They don't just disappear. They are like parasites that become part of some larger organism, like a small idea that hooks into all your bigger ideas. Words are as real as anything, which is why speaking lies is so dangerous.



Why are people always so interested in messing up love? Their own love, other people's love. It's like people can't stand anybody to really love something - especially another person. They want to provide you all the reasons why maybe you shouldn't, they want to warn you, try to talk you out of it. To ruin it any way they could.

Beauty and the Beast

Tale as old as time
True as it can be
Barely even friends
Then somebody bends
Unexpectedly
Just a little change
Small to say the least
Both a little scared
Neither one prepared
Beauty and the Beast

Ever just the same
Ever a surprise
Ever as before
Ever just as sure
As the sun will rise

Tale as old as time
Tune as old as song
Bittersweet and strange
Finding you can change
Learning you were wrong
Certain as the sun
Rising in the east
Tale as old as time
Song as old as rhyme
Beauty and the Beast

Tale as old as time
Song as old as rhyme
Beauty and the Beast



We are home
We are where we shall be forever
Trust in me
For you know I wont run away
From today
This is all that I need
And all that I need to say is...
Don't you know how you've changed me
Strange how I fin'lly see
I found home
You're my home
Stay with me