In Case You Care

2 & 1/2 Chapters, 8305 words. It's not that big yet, but it's a good solid start, and hopefully by the end of Christmas break it'll be bigger!
Sorry about that, when I start writing I get excited about progress, because so many times I start, stop, delete, restart, stop, delete, and so on. But this is a good solid beginning...I hope.

I've Done It Again

I was just working on my novel, working on a scene that involved my 'bad guys' and realized that the truly evil one had not been developed yet. Already my 'bad guys' are kick-butt-awesome, while the 'good guys' are meh-whatever-kinda-weak, so when developing the top 'bad guy' I decided to make him even more super-kick-butt-awesome than any of my other characters. It's ridiculous. Why is it every time I start out a novel my bad guys turn out so awesome?
Oh and on that note on Wednesday I woke up with crazy back pain, and with it came an awesome character, with a super awesome super power...problem he's also one of the 'bad guys.' On the bright side He came to me almost entirely developed, well mostly...now that I think about it not really. He came with a power, a weapon, and a basic personality...gotta go develop a back story for him now. Still good to be working on my novel again.

Gratitude

I realized recently that the more things I find to be grateful for the better my life is. Last week I was pretty grateful that I'm not a dead fetal pig. We had to dissect some dead fetal pigs in Forensics the whole week. Let me tell you, I never want to be dissected, it smells awful, and than you have to pull out all their organs and measure them, weigh them, and shove them back into the pig, and stitch your dead pig back up. I really, really, REALLY, would rather not have a bunch of high school students cutting me up and pulling out my organs.
Now this week I'm grateful that the dissection is over. I can finally breathe in my forensics classroom without wanting to vomit, because dead pigs smell so bad. I also don't have to cut here, and rip this out, and all that good mess. Life without fetal pigs, is actually a good life.
So just remember, be grateful that you aren't dissecting anything and aren't being dissected.

It's Been a While, but There's Nothing to Write About.

So um, it's been a while since I've written, and I know that all my readers have been hanging in suspense since my last post...no, I did not commit suicide or anything, I've actually gotten over the whole musical thing and have moved on. Really I didn't need that stress this year, I just want to have an easy last year of high school, and the lead in the school musical would mess that plan up.
I'm not really sure what to write about, so much has happened lately, and none of it seems particularly blog worthy...so I'm kinda stuck here writing pointless words that won't be very satisfying to my readers...ah well, what can you do?
I feel kinda bad just making a really short entry when I know that hundreds of people have been waiting for another entry, but sometimes you've just gotta learn to accept things the way they are.
Well that was pointless rambling, sorry about that, let me try and end this with something sort of interesting...if I can think of anything...sorry guys, this was a waste of your life, I can't even think of anything positive to end this with... just wanted to let you know I am still alive and all that good stuff.