Nano~Last Update Of The Year

I finished Nano! 50,000 words exactly. It was tiresome and tedious, but in the end: Worth It.



Peace Out~
Britney

Updates

I just hit 25,025 words! Call me butter, my friends, cause I'm on a roll!

~Update~

I'm now at 17,187 words. It's going really well. I'm quite happy with where I'm at. So, let's get this novel DONE!!!!!!



Peace Out~

~UPDATE~

So, I'm actually writing some of my book in daylight hours *it's a Christmas miracle*
Right now I have 6,053 words, and I'm still writing, plus I'm gonna write later tonight into the wee hours of the morning *as usual*.
Feeling great :)

Peace Out~
Britney

So...

So, NaNoWriMo has started, I have 5,225 words from the first two days, and still have to write tonight. Quite happy about this, because the "suggested" word count of three days is 5,000. Woot! I've been staying up until about 4:00 a.m. writing, then sleeping in until 11:30. It's a little tiring, but hey: Gotta write that novel :)

Peace Out~
Britney

So...Inspiration

I've been having inspirational nights lately. As in, up till 4:00 a.m. writing.
I wrote three songs last night. (Lyrics, that is)
I think those three will be part of an album. For once, more than two of my songs somewhat are talking about the same thing! *YAY*
So, I'm thinking another inspirational night will be happening tonight.
Wish me luck :D

Peace Out~
Britney

Sequel

So, I've been plotting and planning the sequel to my first novel that I wrote last year for NaNoWriMo. It's a trilogy, and I've had the whole plot figured out since the beginning, but I've just now started sketching out details. Only one other person in the world knows what I've thought of so far, and we both agree: I'm an evil author. A torturing, horrendous author. And she says that everyone will love me for it. XD
I've also decided on the names for all three of the books. I won't tell you them just yet, but the whole trilogy will be named: 'The S.S.S.A.N. Super Secret Special Awesome Ninjas'

Anyway, I'll tell you this much: The first book was all nonsense and humor. The other two books will be angst. And more angst. On top of some angst with pain spiced on top of that.
And yet, I'm still gonna manage some humor. People wonder how I do it all. It's tough. But I guess I'm just awesome like that :)

Peace Out~
Britney

Song of the...eh...week. Close enough

LOVING this song right now. And probably will forever:

The Lonely: Christina Perri

(Skip to the thirty second mark to get straight to the music)

Peace Out~
Britney

New poem

Really new. As in, I got out of bed last night with inspiration to write this.

Panting.
Stale, humid air.
No cracks for light.
Or oxygen.
Panting.
Remnants of fabric strewn across.
Dust settling.
Exhaustion.
Panting.
Stomach rumbling.
Tears falling.
Alone.
Silence. I stared down at my body. Light poured into my vision. Going in a million places at once. Searing heat. Pain.
Blinking.
I looked down at myself.
Poked my arm.
Breathed.
I was real.


Peace Out~
Britney

Skate Day and Cathy's

So, yesterday was our homeschool Skate Day, where a whole lot of homeschoolers go for an awesome time, and then me and some of my friends went to Cathy's (one of said friend's mother) house. It was really fun, I didn't fall yesterday except for wipeout and one time I slid on my knee, and I made it to round six in limbo:)
Here's to another great year of homeschool!


Peace Out~
Britney

Song of the Week

Sorry to steal this from Miranda, but it's a really cool idea.
So, the song of the week is:
*drum-roll please*

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gjt80iTmg5g

One More Round, by Barlow Girl. I'm really starting to like them:)
Enjoy!

Peace Out~
Britney

Another Book Part

Here's a part from the book I've already written, the one about ninjas. It's not too long, because I didn't want to give any spoilers.

“Hyah.” “Take that. And that. And how about some of this?” In the background, you could hear the punching and kicking and heavy breathing. Jared smiled, his whole face lighting up.

“Home,” he breathed. He walked into the changing room to get his gym clothes on.

“Yep. He’s a weird one,” Alecter said, sighing a little.

“Ah, but he is our weird one,” Roza replied. “I think you keep forgetting that part.”

“You know, you are absolutely right,” he said.

“I know. I’m the brains of the operation, remember?”

“Ah, so funny. I’m guessing you’re the comedy of it too?”

Book Part

This is a part from a book I'm thinking about writing. Do you guys think I should continue and finish it?

Hades, The Troubled Child

Hades stood near the window, moping in his own quiet way. Stupid Zeus. Always getting the attention. And he didn’t act humble about it. He didn’t even pretend to act humble about it! At least Poseidon would occasionally be on Hades’ side. But Poseidon had other things to deal with, more “pressing matters”, he called it. So most of the time, Hades was stuck, in the same house, in the same room, staring out the same stupid window, alone.

He could here Zeus down the hall, talking to the parents of some girl or other. “Hera,” he thought. “That was it.”

“So,” Zeus started, “I was just hoping by chance, that you would let me escort your daughter out to dinner for her birthday. I just figured it would be some way of showing her how special she was. Though, no food on a platter can compete with her gloriousness.” He turned toward the father, and only someone who truly knew him could hear the sarcasm in his voice as he bowed and said, “Sir.”

Hades snorted. He couldn’t help it. This was the seventh time this week he had asked some girl out on a date, and it was only Tuesday.

“Why, I’m sure she would be flattered by your offer. With your charming good looks and charisma, we might have a wedding before long,” gushed the mother. She started imagining her daughter, walking down a rose covered aisle, wearing a beautiful white dress, with pearls and diamonds, and having glitter trail behind her, like pixy dust.

Zeus smiled, but it was hollow, meaningless. He didn’t care. He never cared about these girls, or about these families. They were just a distraction for him. A…pleasurable distraction.

Even though his smile meant nothing, the mother’s heart fluttered. “Handsome boy,” she thought.

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It was nightfall. Poseidon walked through the door, a satchel strung loosely on his shoulder, a couple books gripped tightly to his chest. His lips were purse, a line had formed between his brows, and each breath sounded more like an agonized moan than an intake of oxygen.

Hades slightly stepped out of the shadows, the lamp light casting strange orange-ish glows on his face and eyes, looking like fire burning from within.

Poseidon didn’t look up, merely sensing Hades’ presence there. He didn’t utter a greeting either. “Too busy,” Hades thought. “Always too busy.”

Still, Poseidon was all the family Hades really had. So, even though it hurt, he ignored the fact he was brushed off by the one person he could confide in, the one person he didn’t completely hate on this retched planet.

So, instead of ignoring Poseidon as well and going off to sulk in his room, he started the conversation.

“What’s wrong? You look weary.”

Poseidon finally looked up, only to glance briefly at Hades as he walked past him and say, “I’m always weary.”

Hades snorted, and then said, “I meant that you look particularly weary today.”

“I merely came across something in my studies that gave me a bit of a shock. Nothing more.”

And with that, he finished walking to his room, and shut the door. Though the echoing in Hades’ ears, and the remnants of stirred dust in the air left the impression of something much rougher.

Hades walked back up to his room, and even though he had waited for hours at the door to see his brother, that brief moment of contact was enough for him to sleep that night without nightmares.

For once.

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Song

This one's a new song of mine. I quite like it:

Every Time It’s Just Me

Every time I leave

The tension seems to breathe

On its own

And I am left without a home

And every time I wake

I sit in my bed and shake

And wait for the convulsions to end

And every time I blink, I see

A world of black

Just like my dreams

Except I don’t wake up from my life

Every time I cry, I scream

I’m too young to die, it seems

No one cares about such small details

Every time I shrug, and blink

Everyone, seems to think

That I don’t really care

And every memory kept away

In the deepest crevice of my brain

I keep hidden, and locked

And I threw away the key

And no one seems…

Every time I cry, I scream

I’m too young to die, it seems

No one cares about such small details

They were much bigger details

To me

Every time I hear the clock

Ticking away

As if to say

All your life is just a waste

And every time the music ends

I still like to pretend

That my life has meaning

And you’ve just been stealing

Me

Every time I cry, I scream

Every time I cry, I scream

Every time I scream, I cry

I’m just too young to die

Every time I cry, I scream

I’m too young to die, it seems

No one cares about such a small detail

As me

Poem

You are a deceiver.

You are so evil you resemble the one that shall not be named

For his name brings fear

And fear gives power

You are a bottomless pit that sucks in anything that's near

You are a soulless void

In modern terms

You are the electricity bill