Deadness of the Brain; Petrifaction, Calcification; The Frozen Leaf.

Snow. I’d like some snow now.

I’d like to feel cold beneath layers of clothing and working on a computer that will inevitably freeze up, and I will proclaim that work and assignments and the entirety of it useless, pointless, and go sledding at the nearby hill. And then I’ll chuck snowballs at random people. And then I’d return home, cold and wet, and I’d drink hot chocolate and make myself a fire and go to sleep.

I’d like some rain, at least. To make the night a cold one.

Funny thing is, it rained today. Once in the afternoon and all the way till 4, where it stopped for a bit and then continued until 8+, after I bought dinner. It had rained and it was hot, and stuffy, and even under the drizzle it felt like going through a line of hot water shower. Somewhere I started wondering if my car’s air-conditioner stopped working; it had seemed compelled to give me more of warm circulated air.

I had thought I was having a fever. I was not, of course. I figure I was only being delirious.

This heat is getting on my nerves.

Tell the truth
Sing the story
Write the words
Wish the glory.

NaNoWriMo on imminent failure; I’ve clocked 37K but I haven’t been properly updating for days now. The story had pretty much walked out of my hands and dived down somewhere among the muck and convulsing concoction of horrendousness that some stories turned into. In another word, it’s starting to mutate into something I don’t ever remember making up. It pretty much woke up and started strangling me. Now feel like I should rouse the villagers, arm them with photon cannons, and take them on a hunt to kill the creature I created. But I might not. It’s my creation after all.

Somewhere along the lines I started thinking about making it a wife. As in, writing a sequel. Holy nuts. Maybe they’d start having kids.

At the rate of work and assignments, I probably have to spend the best of 3 days writing 13000 words. I won’t finish the novel, but I intend to finish the race. And one fine afternoon I’ll start thinking of rewriting it down. Maybe. Possibly.

The room,
And burning coal.

The smoke, smog
Steam
Dryness and wetness and all round constriction

Deadness of the Brain
Petrifaction of the Mind
Is the Calcification of Thought.

The Falling Leaf
Frozen in the Air.

And because I’m too tired to NaNoWriMo tonight;

1) Things are still as it is.

2) I bought an external HDD the moment my cheque came and now I’m back to being broke.

3) Broadcasting Journalism is fun, but dear goodness, inexperience with the camera can cause you trouble

4)




I’ve missed fulfilling NaNoWriMo quota for two days now, so I figure I have to make up for it over the weekend, provided my father didn’t rob my days off like he always does.

On the side note, EA’s Dead Space is probably one of the best survivor horror action game to come out since RE4, and if you’re talking about being immersive and downright scary, Dead Space is topping charts for a long way to go.

I should probably be back to updating regularly, if I ever did, once the month’s over and I can safely put myself away from Nanowrimo.

For tonight, Goodnight.

This one is with some explaining to do.

I’ve been occupied with a few things. It hadn’t robbed me of my life and turned me into a recluse, but all the same it strayed me away from this blog, and I had to walk a full circle and past the bridge and across the paddock to get here.

Right now, I’ve been kept busy by;

A) Final Year Project

B) Assignments

C) Nanowrimo.


Of all which takes up my free time unless I made ensure the time is occupied by something else, such as slacking in secret, or asking friends to join me for lunch/dinner one Sunday.

I predict that I wouldn’t be updating for sometime, considering the slowly but surely growing stack of work, both given and taken.



These were what happened over the past few days;

Firstly, of which I am still rather dazed yet somewhat proud of, is the fact that I’m still actually participating in Nanowrimo after 10 days and has been making steady progress. My current word count is 20,014. It is the worst novel ever written. I kid you not.

I’ve been writing without actually thinking, which is an interesting thing to do. I’ve pretty much screwed structure and limning and grammar and vocabulary and had spent the last 10 days dumping whatever word or dialogue or parts of the story that I felt relevant into the word processor -- the result is a mish-mash of scenes that don’t make sense holding together a paper thin plot with the stupidest dialogue made by characters who never turned out into what I wanted.

But it is all fun. Great fun, in fact. Only very tiring. I only write nearing midnight and so far I’ve been damned sleepy everyday.

Only 30000 more words to go. My God, I feel that I really want to make it.


Secondly, I’ve been left home alone - literally - for the first time in the 21 years of my life. The father went outstation for work and the mother went on vacation. The brother is in the UK. I was suddenly given unprecedented freedom to do whatever I want whenever I want, over the course of 3 days. What I did was have the guys over to Kajang for lunch and dinner and as much fun as we could handle.

It was not without its problems, though. I had to spend 4 hours of Saturday cleaning up the house and ensuring nothing really died. So far I have only one casualty; the shark-like fish in the deep tank. I flushed it down the drain. So far, so good.


And that’s pretty much it without me having to go into details, and details I would rather try and place into the Nanowrimo novel. I have a 2000 word minimal quota daily.

They say writing is a voyage into the unknown; the majestic beauty and enchantment of it, the shadows and blight and deprivation. Well, Nano is a 50000 mile marathon into it, and I’d tell you, it’s quickly getting very exhausting.

Very, very quickly.