one word
I’d been looking to help me with my writing? Something to help me redirect and be fresh, and not take an exorbitant amount of time?
one word is my savior. The instructions on the site are pretty much self-explanatory.
I’m not going to post my tidbit, partially because part of the awesomeness of one word is that it makes you think off the top of your head to write your piece, but it’s interesting. I want to know what’s happening to these people, and I’ve only got five sentences of them.
I’m surprised that I wrote in first person, though, because I nevah do. I always write in third person, really, except for this weird thing I was doing last summer… I don’t even know what that was, though I’m pretty sure I blogged about it. This blog is such a part of my life that it freaks me out.
But yeah. Just thought I’d throw this awesome website out there, particularly on the eve of NaNoWriMo.
On a side note: I saw the 21 Guns vid, and Gloria looks just like I imagined her to look. Christian, not so much, but Gloria is spot on.
~DreamingOfNothing
Ooh! Shiny! Lookit!
Like I’m doing anything interesting. You wish.
I’m researching and writing the rough draft of my persuasive essay (which, since I’m writing it, is turning out to be more like a senior thesis) and I can’t stop from being distracted. I just looked through my history for the Wiki article on the Sudbury Model and – no way I read 27 PhD comics! No way! I just wanted to see one, because it was the new one and I’d been working so hard for two and a half hours, right?
(Let’s ignore that my history also says that I ran all over Wikibooks and Owl Purdue’s MLA Formatting Guide and Wiki’s article on Fictional Blind Characters. Let’s ignore that)
Hey, if I have ADD, at least I’ve been getting distracted by useful knowledge that doesn’t have to do with Reid’s sweatervests, right? Even if I have 60% of this essay due tomorrow morning and I only have an hour before I have to go to dance. What did God invent nights for, anyway, if not for us to stay up for all of them?
~DreamingOfNothing
A Kid’ll Eat Ivy Too, Wouldn’t You
After calling a character in a planned short story ‘Kiddo’ for almost a year, I decided to find a name that meant ‘goat’ for him and came up with Yael. *giggle* I don’t think it’ll work, but it was a good try.
Unfortunately he can’t be a girl. And Israeli. Because I love inside jokes with myself.
~DreamingOfNothing
BELLA WOZ HERE
See what I miss when I skip random writer’s blog posts? Particularly ones of Sarah Rees Brennan, who’s one of my favorite authors at the moment. The Demon’s Lexicon was amazing. (though since she’s making a trilogy, I want a book from Alan. I don’t care what she said at the signing. I WANT.)
Anyway. Harry Potter 6 (Mildly Innappropriate) Mockery can proceed. (Apparently Sweater Vests of Woe [and general angst] transcend the fandom barrier).
~DreamingOfNothing
this ain’t a song for the broken-hearted
New favorite Glee song. After Don’t Stop Believing. Sorry, girls, I totally thought they were better than you.
(You know me. A week behind the whole rest of the world).
LCROSS Viewing Fail
I set my alarm for 4 AM. Because of LCROSS tonight and all. (Check NASA’s website if you don’t know what I’m talking about). That’s why I’m awake. I’m going back to bed right after I finish this post, because I’m exhausted, and I’m not staying up for LCROSS because the entire city is covered with clouds. I was afraid that would happen. I walked around the house to check, and sure enough – no moon.
There’s the oddest glow out there right now, though. The sky’s orange, the way it gets sometimes when it snows, but I’ve never seen it orange without snow. I’ve never seen the sky at this hour, though. Maybe it’s sun, even though the sun shouldn’t be rising for hours yet.
And it is so quiet. I mean, I’ve been outside at 12 or 1 or even 2 AM, once. But at four? No one is awake. No one but me. And not a single car is on the roads, and no buses are running, and no sounds are drifting out of houses. It’s silent as the grave, if you’ll pardon the expression. And it’s not as cold this early as you’d expect it to be. It’s eerie, and it feels like you are the only person on earth.
I want to do that again, sometime, and work. It’s so quiet, and you are so very alone. I think I could write very well at four in the morning. Particularly outside, where even the animals are silent.
~DreamingOfNothing
NaNoWriMo 09 is here!
I was just poking around the new site, geeking out over the header and my lovely, clean profile when what do I find?
The pep talks this year are awesome. I mean, I’m still going to dig up my saved talks from Gaiman and Stroud and Nix, but they’ve really got some good people this year. MJ is going to be very funny, which I’m excited about, and Gail Carson Levine was my favorite fantasy writer, but – Jasper Fforde? Are you joking? You mean the guy who’s books I’ve been geeking out over since June?
Yay yay yesss.
So that’s awesome. Plus, I’m going to force my brother to send me the peps from YWP, because they’ve got Laurie Halse Anderson and Avi. Laurie Halse Anderson still amazes me and I really really want to read hers.
I also luv the new web badges.
The plot machine is fabulous. Plus I want a new shirt. Or maybe a sweatshirt this time. *Tries desperately to keep a hold on my money* I am stronger than this. I am stronger.
So now’s when I return to my plot spreadsheet and hope that this plot will last more than three hours this time.
~DreamingOfNothing
small gifts and thieves
Jani’s out of UCLA and Brenna’s in. I just… I hope the best for all of them. I really believe in what the Schofields are trying to make in the Paige-Ann Day School and I want it so badly to succeed. I want it so succeed so badly it hurts.
(The song has no relation to the subject at hand other than the way the song makes me feel – raw but hopeful – so don’t make any connections. There aren’t any.)
~DreamingOfNothing
Elementary school production of Hairspray
No, I haven’t seen any of the CBS premieres yet, except for Numb3rs with my brother. And I totally knew Amita would say yes.
This post is mainly about Glee, though, because it’s my new love. It’s not the most intellectually stimulating show ever, but it’s fun, and the music is breathtaking. I’m serious. ‘Don’t Stop Believing’ still gives me goosebumps. And it’s light, and after a really long stressful day, this is what I want to come home to. Not that I don’t love my BAU and CalSci, but I wouldn’t call them fun. They make me think, yeah, and strengthen my belief in human beings and make me happy, yes, but they’re not fun. And they don’t have music that makes me fly away, my god. It’s gorgeous.
I do like the characters, too. Rachel’s not a pretty picture, but she’s an true one and endearing, in her own way. I love Emma for a similar reason – she’s in love with a married man, yes, but she’s honest with herself about it. She’s sweet and fumbly and scrubs her grapes with disinfectant wipes and I love her for it. Mercedes is such a diva, but she’s real too. I’m hoping Kurt will grow on me more, because I mean, I like him (he’s so incredibly gay. Sensible heels. Maybe it’s because it feels like a sterotype to me.) but not as much as, say, Finn or Mr. Schuester.
William Schuester. *Shakes head* I love him and hate him half the time. He’s selfish sometimes, but that’s the way people are, and he tries. He does really care about Glee, and I respect that. Doesn’t hurt that he has a gorgeous voice. It’s very similar with Finn – at first I was like, meh, Troy. But he’s not Troy. He’s sweet and nice and… okay, I’m crushing on him. He’s great, okay? Hush. Yeah, I know he’s fictional. They’re called fantasies for a reason.
And Sue. Sue. Sue. I’ve said I love Jane Lynch, but this may be my favorite part of hers. Sue Sylvester is hysterically funny, and evil as the day is long. But my god, the things she says. *A while later* After scouring YouTube, I can’t find any clips to illustrate this. So work with text quotes, kay? It’s the way she says it. She’s convinced that everything she says is gospel.
Will: “Are you threatening me?”Sue: “Threatening you? Oh no, no, no, no. Giving you a chance to compromise yourself? You betcha! Let’s break it down. You want to be creative, you want to be in the spotlight. Face it. You want to be me. So here’s the deal. You do with your depressing little group of kids what I did with my wealthy, elderly mother. Euthanize it! Its time, and I’ll be happy to offer you a job as my second assistant on cheerios. You can fetch me Gatorade, launder my soiled delicates. It’d be very rewarding work for you.”
or
Not everyone’s gonna have the walnuts to take a pro-littering stance, but I will not rest until every inch of our fair state is covered in garbage. That’s why I pay taxes. It keeps garbage men earning a living, so they can afford tacos. For their family.
or
(on television) You know, there’s a question I get asked a lot, whether I’m accepting an honorary doctorate or performing a citizen’s arrest, people ask me, “Sue? What is your secret?”Well, I’ll tell you my secret, western Ohio. Sue Sylvester’s not afraid to shake things up. You know, I’m tired of hearing people complain, “Oh, I’m riddled with this disease,” or “I was in that tsunami.” To them I say, shake it up a bit. Get our of your box, even if that box happens to be where you’re living. I’ll often yell at homeless people, “Hey! How’s that homelessness working out for ya? Give not being homeless a try, huh?”
You know something, Ohio? It’s not easy to break out of your comfort zone. People will tear you down, tell you you shouldn’t have bothered in the first place. But let me tell you something. There’s not much of a difference between a stadium full of cheering fans, and an angry crowd screaming abuse at you – they’re both just making a lot of noise. How you take it is up to you. Convince yourself they’re cheering for you – you do that, and someday, they will.
And that’s how Sue Sees it.
I think I’d watch Preggers again just to see Sue’s television segments. Pro-littering stance. Only Sue.
And it’s even creepier when she’s profound.
Anyway. This show fills me with glee. Pun intended.
~DreamingOfNothing
Nameless, Faceless, and Episode-less
Moony is so through with this. Moony is going to watch Glee instead, because CBS is so stupid. STUPID.
Thanks. M’done now.
~DreamingOfNothing
