As many of you may not be aware, I set my goal for last weekend's writing at 10,000 words total by the end of the weekend. I didn't quite meet that goal, although by Monday I had surpassed it by about 300 words. Still, I didn't work on Evolution at all for the rest of the week, and have noticed some people who are past 30,000 words already. This is embarrassing. I'm never going to finish at this goal (while also building a trebuchet, getting into college, and finishing my term paper).

So essentially, my goal for this weekend is to get to 25,000 words. Halfway through. That would be 15000 words, for the math-retarded. Although it's about 2000 less now, since I've been writing more. So. I'm hoping to get a good amount done tonight (as long as my other stories don't update), and then maybe finish my work tomorrow.

Hahaha.

I also hold such lofty goals as taking care of all my betaing, writing the next chapter of A Promise of Peace so I can edit the last chapter and then post it. It's been sitting in my inbox for a while.

Oh, and I'm supposed to spend several hours building a trebuchet tomorrow, and I want to at least start my term paper. And finish my Common App. And maybe work on some supplements.

Oh, I am so screwed. Perhaps I should stop blogging and get down to it!

~~Mazzie~~

As many of you may be aware (she says as if anyone reads her blog), November is National Novel Writing Month (henceforth referred to as NaNoWriMo or simply NaNo). For those of you who don't know, participants in NaNo have from midnight on November 1st to midnight on November 30th to write a 50,000 word novel (that would be about 175 pages). I know, right? Impossible. That's what I thought.Not two days ago (namely, November 1st), I informed someone (I'm not entirely sure who, because I've read like five NaNos) that I would not be participating in NaNo. Why is she telling us this? you may be thinking.

Clearly it's because I have changed my mind. Duh.

Shortly after I said this, an image came to my head. Someone chained to a boulder, having their liver, eyes, and heart plucked out every single day, and dying from it, only to awaken the next day to renewed torment. I wanted to know why they were there (I refuse to reveal the gender here, although I do know it, in case anyone might read it), and how they got to be the person they were. So after I wrote that original scene, which wasn't very good, but it's NaNo and I'm not supposed to worry about that *grammar nazi twitch*. Then I delved back into the past. Twenty years before the opening scene, when a girl named Annabel played with a boy named Christopher.

Right now I have six pages. And no clue where it's going. It's rather thrilling, but the result is that I'm not working on anything productive, like term papers and cleaning my room. Both of which are rather important right now. Seriously, for high school seniors, November is a horrid time to be writing a novel. There's so much else to do, like get into college.

In other news.

This blog may begin getting more traffic, as I've set it for my homepage on FF.net and fictionpress.com. I've also put a link in my profile, in case anyone wants to read it. So if you're out there, leave me a commentario!

I've also recently been reading Silence of the Lambs by Thomas Harris, mostly because I loved the movie so much when I saw it. I am consistently impressed by how closely the movie stuck to the book- you don't get that often anymore.

Aside from the fact that Thomas Harris is an amazing author, I've mostly been reading it because I recently discovered I have something like a week and a half to read this, The Shining, and Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. A curse on library due dates!

I've updated A Promise of Peace again, and last night I finished chapter four and sent it off to my beta. I haven't really accomplished anything else productive. I did finish Ruth today, which was great, because I really needed to finish it. I finished Mary Barton a while ago, thank goodness, although I would dearly love to make a comic strip of it (and Ruth too, if it comes down to it), because I found them hilarious. I think it's Gaskell's very morals, on which I plan on writing my term paper, that amuse me so. Which is actually rather sad.

Would you like to hear something even more depressing than my English woes? After I finish NaNo (and get into a few colleges), I have all that intensive editing of Glass to do. And then perhaps I'll see about a publisher. Although I don't know if I'll be successful, since frankly it isn't that great a story right now. But maybe it will be great someday. I don't really know.

So now that we've had a personal expose into Mazzie's insecurities about her writing, I shall go do laundry. Farewell!

~~Mazzie~~