Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Socializing vs. Writing
Normally, socializing always wins over my love of writing. Why is that? Because I love people too much to say no to hanging out with them. I have a semblance of a plot in my head now for this story, and I just can't seem to sit down and write it. I'll try tonight!
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
I wrote today..thankfully.
The little bit I've done so far today puts me to 5,500. Not far enough for being Nov. 11 and this being a football game weekend. I'm going to have to really push through in the next couple of days where I have a few hours at a time, and see if I can't build a plot out of this. I'm hoping this whole book doesn't turn out to be just a walk through this woman's life with no purpose.
Thursday, November 5, 2009
No progress
Day 4 and Day 5 = no words written...
I guess that means I didn't want to have a weekend. No...I wanted a weekend, I just wanted it to be a 20,000+ word weekend. :-) Hehe, I'll make it work.
Hopefully the next post provides better news and more excerpts!!
I guess that means I didn't want to have a weekend. No...I wanted a weekend, I just wanted it to be a 20,000+ word weekend. :-) Hehe, I'll make it work.
Hopefully the next post provides better news and more excerpts!!
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
2657 words
So I'm planning on getting over 3000 words before bed tonight, but bed needs to come soon. I'm pretty sleepy. Here's a little of something I just wrote. I'm still trying to figure out plot, but I'm getting the character development going.
Sarah just yelled,” Come in,” when she heard the knock at the door. If it wasn't unlocked then Gina had a copy of the key.
“Seriously? You can't come open the door for me?” Gina yelled. The door opened and Sarah heard the clanking of heels on the tile floor. “Stop leaving your door unlocked. Haven't you heard about all the bad in the world?”
“I lock it at night,” she said. Sarah moved a pillow from the other side of the couch and Gina sat down. “Wow, you're extremely dressed up.”
“And you need to change,” Gina said. “I said we're going out, not we're going to a movie or to your mom's. I've been with you when you've bought better clothes.”
“What's wrong with this?” Sarah said. She got up from the couch and spun around. Her t-shirt laid flat over her flowing black and white skirt.
“Should I start from pony tail and move down to the blue flip flops, or should I just jump right into the old white shirt from school?” Gina asked. “You can't seriously be thinking about going on a date like that.”
“Sweetie, remember, I'm not going on a date,” Sarah said. “I'm going to allow you to go on a date.”
“Can we at least change the top and the hair? I can deal with the rest of this.” Gina flicked the bottom of the skirt.
“You know Whitney bought this for me two birthday's ago, right? That must mean it has the seal of approval.”
“The skirts fine, but please,” she said getting up, “come with me to change that top and fix your hair.”
“This is why you came early, isn't it,” Sarah said while following Gina into the bedroom.
“I knew you wouldn't take this seriously. He likes you, and I remember what happened the last time a guy liked you. Poor Harper.” Sarah started perusing the closet.
Harper had asked Sarah out to dinner and a movie about six months before. Since she didn't have work or a night out with the girls or dinner with mom and dad to get out of it, she had said yes.
They met at a party hosted by one of Whitney's boyfriends. Already Sarah was unsure about him. But as he talked she realized he had a great relationship with his family and had graduated from a local university in computer engineering. Both check marks on the list for him.
He came to pick her up at home which Sarah wasn't fond of because she liked to have a way out if the night wasn't going well. Sarah was wearing a conversational t-shirt and and jeans that were beginning to fray at the bottom. Plus a nice pair of black flip flops, not her usual three dollar pair.
The movie was first. Harper wanted Sarah to choose, but her indecisive nature was on overdrive. He bought two tickets to Transformers 2. She was okay with watching Shia LaBeouf for awhile. This seemed like a great start to the date. Awhile into the movie she caught herself crying when it looked like LaBeouf might die.
She wasn't pleased to show this much emotion. When the dinner part of the movie happened she clammed up and Harper couldn't get any information out of her. When Gina and Whitney cornered her after the date she claimed that she felt awkward in what she was wearing for the place he chose to go for dinner.
“How about this red one?” Gina asked after going back through the closet a second time. “You've got some great red heels to go with it.”
“I'd rather wear the black flats.” Sarah sat down on her bed. She kicked off the flip flops and partially moved her feet back and forth.
“Wear the heels. Seriously. We'll be out a few hours. I promise your feet will survive the night. Where the flats to work tomorrow.”
Sarah just yelled,” Come in,” when she heard the knock at the door. If it wasn't unlocked then Gina had a copy of the key.
“Seriously? You can't come open the door for me?” Gina yelled. The door opened and Sarah heard the clanking of heels on the tile floor. “Stop leaving your door unlocked. Haven't you heard about all the bad in the world?”
“I lock it at night,” she said. Sarah moved a pillow from the other side of the couch and Gina sat down. “Wow, you're extremely dressed up.”
“And you need to change,” Gina said. “I said we're going out, not we're going to a movie or to your mom's. I've been with you when you've bought better clothes.”
“What's wrong with this?” Sarah said. She got up from the couch and spun around. Her t-shirt laid flat over her flowing black and white skirt.
“Should I start from pony tail and move down to the blue flip flops, or should I just jump right into the old white shirt from school?” Gina asked. “You can't seriously be thinking about going on a date like that.”
“Sweetie, remember, I'm not going on a date,” Sarah said. “I'm going to allow you to go on a date.”
“Can we at least change the top and the hair? I can deal with the rest of this.” Gina flicked the bottom of the skirt.
“You know Whitney bought this for me two birthday's ago, right? That must mean it has the seal of approval.”
“The skirts fine, but please,” she said getting up, “come with me to change that top and fix your hair.”
“This is why you came early, isn't it,” Sarah said while following Gina into the bedroom.
“I knew you wouldn't take this seriously. He likes you, and I remember what happened the last time a guy liked you. Poor Harper.” Sarah started perusing the closet.
Harper had asked Sarah out to dinner and a movie about six months before. Since she didn't have work or a night out with the girls or dinner with mom and dad to get out of it, she had said yes.
They met at a party hosted by one of Whitney's boyfriends. Already Sarah was unsure about him. But as he talked she realized he had a great relationship with his family and had graduated from a local university in computer engineering. Both check marks on the list for him.
He came to pick her up at home which Sarah wasn't fond of because she liked to have a way out if the night wasn't going well. Sarah was wearing a conversational t-shirt and and jeans that were beginning to fray at the bottom. Plus a nice pair of black flip flops, not her usual three dollar pair.
The movie was first. Harper wanted Sarah to choose, but her indecisive nature was on overdrive. He bought two tickets to Transformers 2. She was okay with watching Shia LaBeouf for awhile. This seemed like a great start to the date. Awhile into the movie she caught herself crying when it looked like LaBeouf might die.
She wasn't pleased to show this much emotion. When the dinner part of the movie happened she clammed up and Harper couldn't get any information out of her. When Gina and Whitney cornered her after the date she claimed that she felt awkward in what she was wearing for the place he chose to go for dinner.
“How about this red one?” Gina asked after going back through the closet a second time. “You've got some great red heels to go with it.”
“I'd rather wear the black flats.” Sarah sat down on her bed. She kicked off the flip flops and partially moved her feet back and forth.
“Wear the heels. Seriously. We'll be out a few hours. I promise your feet will survive the night. Where the flats to work tomorrow.”
Monday, November 2, 2009
1016 words
So, first day didn't go so well on this write a novel in a month thing. I procrastinated, watched movies, made dinner, did laundry. But, I have a main character, Sarah, two friends, Gina and Whitney, and two other minor characters. Don't have major plot yet, but I surpassed 1000 words. I'm going to get serious about this in the coming days. I've got a lot of writing to do!! :-)
Sunday, November 1, 2009
371 words - And I've started Novel November....
The buzz of the alarm caused Sarah to jump. Eight thirty-six was staring at her in bright red on the night stand. She jerked up and flung the covers from her body. “How am I late again?” she groaned.
Some clothes were hanging in the closet, but a few seconds spent flipping through them reminded her that this was laundry weekend, and she didn't do laundry. Everything left was either too revealing or too casual to wear to the office. After re-evaluating the clean clothes she had, she looked towards the hamper in the corner where the used work-out clothes were mingling with the slacks and blouses from the two previous weeks.
On top of the pile was a green top she had worn Friday night that was on for maybe three hours while out for dinner and a movie with the girls. She laid it out on the bed and sprayed some Febreze over the top, then turned it over and got the other side.
Before heading back to dig out a pair of pants she grabbed her phone and flipped it open to call work. She was surprised she hadn't heard from Joan, her supervisor, yet. Normally fifteen minutes after eight Joan was calling to remind her how important it was to be on time so that the day wasn't completely thrown off.
The phone rang a few times before she heard, “Thank you for calling General Power. We are currently closed, but please try back during normal business hours. For immediate assistance please dial pound and then 111. Thank you for calling General Power.” Sarah closed the phone and looked back to her clock, now reading eight forty-three.
She flipped the phone open once more and looked at her calendar. Sunday, November 1, 2009. Work isn't open on the weekend, she thought to herself. Sarah sighed and climbed back into bed, pushing the green top to the floor. At least I'm not late, she thought before laying her head on the pillow.
Her eyes still felt heavy, so she hoped that some miracle would cause her to fall asleep. She laid still for about ten minutes before opening her eyes to see the ceiling.
Some clothes were hanging in the closet, but a few seconds spent flipping through them reminded her that this was laundry weekend, and she didn't do laundry. Everything left was either too revealing or too casual to wear to the office. After re-evaluating the clean clothes she had, she looked towards the hamper in the corner where the used work-out clothes were mingling with the slacks and blouses from the two previous weeks.
On top of the pile was a green top she had worn Friday night that was on for maybe three hours while out for dinner and a movie with the girls. She laid it out on the bed and sprayed some Febreze over the top, then turned it over and got the other side.
Before heading back to dig out a pair of pants she grabbed her phone and flipped it open to call work. She was surprised she hadn't heard from Joan, her supervisor, yet. Normally fifteen minutes after eight Joan was calling to remind her how important it was to be on time so that the day wasn't completely thrown off.
The phone rang a few times before she heard, “Thank you for calling General Power. We are currently closed, but please try back during normal business hours. For immediate assistance please dial pound and then 111. Thank you for calling General Power.” Sarah closed the phone and looked back to her clock, now reading eight forty-three.
She flipped the phone open once more and looked at her calendar. Sunday, November 1, 2009. Work isn't open on the weekend, she thought to herself. Sarah sighed and climbed back into bed, pushing the green top to the floor. At least I'm not late, she thought before laying her head on the pillow.
Her eyes still felt heavy, so she hoped that some miracle would cause her to fall asleep. She laid still for about ten minutes before opening her eyes to see the ceiling.
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