Oct. 29, 2009 - NaNoWriMo Troubles Already

In a last desperate attempt she put her iPod on shuffle and decided to take a different path than usual. Turning the corner she walked slowly, listening to songs she had not heard in ages and  thinking thoughtfully of why she could not come up with any inspiration - or enthusiasm . Then, she caught her breath. There, just across the street from her there was a little corner of the world where the grass was hidden from veiw by a layering of leaves - pink and orange and red blending to make an unmatched hue of peace and calm.
The tree above still held some of it's precious leaves, which created a roof of the same color. And there, dancing and spinning and twirling in joy was Maud - her muse.  She looked enviously as she walked past, thinking of all the ideas waiting there with Maud, and thinking of her characters - wishing the feeling would never leave. But as she looked to the left of her, there was inspiration too. Was it possible to have two muses, she wondered? For there, alongside the cool gray stone mansion,  surrounded by pale green grass was another muse - different, but just as inspiring - sitting atop a small pile of small boulders, with a carpet of yellowing leaves at his feet.
That could be Callan's manor, she thought happily.
She walked up and down the street for several more minutes - then took a quick stroll down the middle of a street. It was then that it hit her - or rather, Emily appeared again. For the first time in a year Emily was before her again - begging for a second chance. Willing - even - to become older, wiser, more mature; and, to take a friend along - a chum.
But her authoress could not decide. She had promised Callan a last try - he deserved one, didn't he? But how, oh how! was she to write a book for which she had no inspiration, no motivation - and very little desire?

The above is a creative, rather coded way of saying that I am torn between several stories - Emily's, Callan's and then Bayards (he wasn't mentioned in the above :D). I have no idea which story to do and NaNo is only two days away! *screams*

Should I write a brief summery of each? I think I will:

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Aug. 20, 2009 - Autum Inspiration

Marina stood in the clearing looking to the skies. They were a deep, rich blue tainted here and there with pale blue clouds passing swiftly by on the same wind which played with Marina's hair. The leaves rustled in the wind - a sound like pipes and fiddles from deep in the forest - while a few scattered acorns fell to the ground like drums. But the sound of the wind it's self was most beautiful - the sound of a clear, deep woman's voice singing word undistinguished to most beings being in the ancient woodland tongue.
"And to think such disrespectful, stupid things as humans cut trees down to warm their huts!" Mariana half sighed for sorrow, half growled for anger, "they don't know what they miss! They don't know of your songs - of your souls!"
The trees did not answer her, though - they never did during their songs.

That, my friends, is the result of a ten minute Write-Or-Die. I wanted to reassure myself that I still have some creative ability to write - not just edit. For those of you who may wish to know - Mariana is a nymph, and I may end up doing a story about her for November since I've wanted to write a story about a nymph for some time.

~ Katherine

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Aug. 19, 2009 - These Months of Much Anticipation

These months of much anticipation have returned. September is nearly upon us and NaNoWriMo has updated their web badges! The site won't be reset until October, but in just one week we can say next month!

Fall has finally decided to start coming, and with it I have found myself constantly thinking of last Fall. I have become addicted to Mummers Dance and All Souls Night - two of my favorite songs from back then, and tonight I re-discovered one of the advantages of living her, a natural wonder of which I think I am the only one in my family to know about. The beauty of the night.

Last Fall before bed almost every night I would take my iPod, put on a good inspiring song (like aforesaid Lorenan McKennitt songs) and just stand on my balcony looking up and feeling the breeze on my face as it blew my hair out and played with it. The trees acordingly look darker at night than they do durring the day, along with the sky and the clouds as they move swiftly on the wind. All around is very quiet - a rare phanamanon in my neighborhood - and it's just very peaceful. I can distincly remember one GOOD scene I wrote last November because of the inspiration I had got that night. I would post it now, but it is badly in need of editing, so I won't. Instead I'll just fade away now "into the west." (oook... that was random - it just popped into my head)

~ Katie

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Aug. 13, 2009 - Summer of Fun

Summer is over, well, almost over. Heather has come, and in a matter of hours, she'll leave again. I started getting depressed about it on Monday - when Molly and Anna went home - and after that flip-flopped between happy that I'll soon have a normal schedule again, and wondering what in the world I shall do without my SOS here. Thankfully I think I am finally making up my mind, and I thank God that it's the latter - a much less depressed way to say goodbye.

Summer is nice, to an extent, but I miss my sweaters and jeans, and I miss my schedule. You may find this odd, but I get more written during the school year than I do during the summer. Maybe it's like Chris Baty said: if you have nothing to do but write, you'll do everything but write. In the summer it's easy to put off "I'll do it later - I have plenty of time!" but during the school year I know that if I don't write in the morning first thing, I'll have to wait until school is done - so I do.

The one thing summer is good for is inspiration. This summer I have been blackberry picking, to a cute little town with many old buildings and antique shops that were just perfect for inspiration, I got to explore some woods, walk along a dirt road, watch my uncle shoo a bat out of the house, and see a little what it is like to run an "inn." I got to go to Bristol Renaissance Fair with my best friends and watched a joust in the rain. I got to go to the beach and get inspiration for writing about the ocean, met my SOS IRL and give her a hug. And then I got to run through the woods at the neighborhood park and climb trees with her in dress up clothes. It's been a full, fun summer, and now I just want to crawl back into my stories like a hermit crab into their shell and write.

Hopefully I'll get to work on that after Heather leaves today.

~ Katie

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Jul. 31, 2009 - Maturing

Sometimes I feel perfectly content wih myself - just he way I am, other times I feel as if Im growing up too fast for my own liking. this afternoon I felt the latter. I'm not the same as I was the time last year. I don't scream about GOOd stuff as much as I used to, I don't play dress-up as much as I used to, and I take my writing more seriously now. I feel more solomn, and I seem to have more wories than I did last year - maybe I just don't remember my worries from last year... I don't know, I just miss having fun with my writing. That's why I'm taking a break from editing after I finish the chapter I'm workin on - to work on some fun random scenes. This isn't the nice, poetic pondering post I meant to write, but then, it's rather hard to type on my moms iPhone. I honk I'll see I can call Molly now. ~ Katie

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Jun. 3, 2009 - Update

Well I was going to write a nice, long entry, but I called Molly instead (:D) and now only have time for a quick update in few words.

Lately my life has included:

School: we don't get out for two more weeks yet, after this week.
Archery: loving Carries new bow and arrow, and trying to get my parents to get/help me get my own.
Ivanhoe: well, not really, but I did read some today, and Locksely reminds me of archery. I love that guy! *hugs him and considers adopting him as her big brother as well*
Writing: Supposed to be working on Isolda, but not much, and nothing in order, so there is no more for anyone to read (if you want more, you'd best get on my, and use what ever pestering power you have or I'm not sure when you shall get more). And doing some pre-third-draft-work on Audra. Character sketches, and such, with a work book my dad got me to help. Writing A Break Out Novel, I am really liking it so far, as well as Self Editing For the Fiction Writer, which is not a work book.
A New Schedule: Which I just came up with today, and will be trying out tomorrow. It is to help me get all my writing work, school work, devotional work and sleep I need done. I have been stressed out this week, fretting about everything I'm not doing, even though I'm doing something that needs doing. And it has not been fun, hopefully this schedule will help. *should probably get to bed soon as that is one of the things on her new schedule*
June: I can't believe it's already June. Next month I'm going to BM. Next moth Celtic Woman's new album, Isle of Hope comes out, and I'll finally be able to listen to those beautiful songs I heard at the concert, again. Next month the new Psych's come out (one of my fav TV shows) as well as the last season of Monk (another fav TV show). And in two months Heather will come to visit. A few months ago it seemed like all this would never come, and now I am on the verge of it all. O.O
Crazy About This Girl: I have been listening to this song a lot ever since finding it on an Anne and Gil video on YouTube, and now I have it stuck in my head.

"And on that random note I bid you good night," or something like that. Good night all! I'll let you know how the new schedule works out! (if you even care, that is....)

~ The Weird Lady Katie

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May. 21, 2009 - Stressing out!

I feel the need to rant.

I am totally stressing out about - everything.

This Summer will be the busiest Summer I've ever had before.

I have to plan when Molly and I are going to go to BM, when Heather is coming (well that's mostly planned) and when I'm going to meet Anna, which depends on when Molly and I go to BM.

*screams*

Then in July I I am going to be going to Bristol Renaissance Fair with Sylvia, Tinuviel, Eni, Mister Cool, Maddie, the whole group, really. That means I have to get a renaissance gown before then, which means I have order it sometime in June. My parents owe me the money from almost a year of no allowences (we both forget) but I worry about actually getting it between:
a) Me forgetting to make them sit down and order it, or me procrastinating
b) Them having the time to sit down and help we when I finally do remember, or stop procrastinating
c) Me actually remembering on pay day, no in right before pay day when my parent's will tell me to wait until pay day.

Besides that there is a bunch of stuff I want to get for my bunny. The poor thing has been sitting cooped up in a cage in the basment most of the Winter. I feel so bad, and I want to spend much more time with him this Summer - well, Fall and Winter too, but I can take him outside in the Summer. If I ever get a play pen for him that is.... That's the other thing. I want to get him a play pen, new cage (his is falling apart and it is a huge pain to clean!)  and several agilitiy things for him. Rabbits can do agility, and I want to teach him. It will be a good way for me to spend time with him, and it will give him something constructive to do. But to do that I have to have a playpen for him.

When I usualy get stressed about things my philosophy is - hide. I dive head long into my stories and forget about all my problems. But that's pretty hard to do when my story is a part of the problem.

*sighs*

For those of you who don't know yet, I am re-writing Audra. Again. It has to high a concentration of romance. Not to say I have too much romance, I just need some other kind of plot to go with the romance. So I am re-re-writing it. I want to have it done before NaNo, so all it needs is editing, but I worry about getting done in time. Especially when I can't work on it till June 20th.

*sighs again*

Heather made me give her Emeric for a month. She says I need a break. I know I do, but I don't have time for one! I guess I'm like my dad like that, I just want to work on it non-stop until it's done, a plan that often causes a lot of stress...

So that is my life right now. Stressed. I need my bunny....

*goes to see what is for breakfast*

~ Lady Katie

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May. 15, 2009 - Happy Birthday SOS!

Emma Woodhouse had one, Jane Austen had one, and so did C.S. Lewisl a friend several years older who served as a mentor and encourager. For Emma it was her nurse maid, Mrs. Weston, For Jane Austen it was her older sister, Casandra, and for C.S. Lewis it was his friend, John Ronald Reuel Tolkien. For me it's my blogging friend, and older sister in Christ, Heather.

Before meeting her I never would have thought it possible to be such good friends with someone I met online, and I never would have thought it possible to be this close with anyone else but Molly. She encourages me to do better every day, and I know she'll be there when ever I need her. She makes me feel loved and needed everyday!

I was such a little brat when we first met, but she managed to see through that, for which I am eternally grateful. Our friendship started on a writing basis. We helped each other with our stories, and encouraged each other, giving that push that was needed when we were feeling low. But now our friendship is so much deeper! It's because of her that I've finished both Ecclisiastes and Phillipians in just two weeks. I know that sounds like a while for two such short books, but for someone who used to run away from a disscusion about the bible, much less ever read it, that's huge!

She is always there to lead me back onto the "strait and narrow path" when ever I start to stray to the left or to the right, and I know I can always count on her.

She truly is an older sister to me, and I want to wish her an absolutely wonderful "sixteenth" birthday today!

Happy birthday, SOS!

*hugs*

~ Katie

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Apr. 23, 2009 - I- I did it!

I did it! The second draft of Audra is done!

*laughs, cries and dances around the room*

I am so happy! The plot has changed a lot, but I like it better, and it's shorter than I was planning, but I'll remedy that when I do the third draft.

For anyone who wants to read it you can here.

~ Lady Katie

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Apr. 15, 2009 - Tagged

I was tagged by my sister:

The Body Wash You Use/Like Is: I'm not particular.

The Lotion You Use/Like Is: I usually don't, though I'm supposed to be using this special prescription lotion for my exima...

The Tooth Past You Use/Like Is: Something with baking soda in it... *is too lazy to go look*

The Face Wash You Use/Like Is: That Neutrogena black head stuff. :D *is very good with names*

The Shampoo You Use/Like Is: I think I'm going to try that Sunsilk  anti-poof again... It worked pretty well...

The Hair Product You Use/Like Is: Leave in conditioner, and a lot of it!

The Nail Polish You Use/Like Is: Nail polish? I haven't the patience! (Ugh! I sound like Heather! Not that that is a bad thing! :D)

The Nail Polish Remover You Like/Use Is: Letting it slowly chip away little by little! *laughs evilly*

~ Katie

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Apr. 13, 2009 - Music is at the heart of feelings

I could cry. I just spent the greater part of forty minutes writing an entry, and then my stupid computer turned off and I lost it! *determines to make this second try even better*

Well, this is what happened:

Tonight my mom, Maddie, and I went to Petsmart to get some stuff for my little guy. While there I took a look at some of the shelter cats and fell in love with one, Cinamon. I was nearly in tears over the fact that she was in a shelter. It didn't seem fair. She was so sweet, good natured and loving. Plus she reminded me of my own dear kitty. That totally put me in a funk! And it lasted through the craft store and the coffe house!

When we finally got back in the car and headed home, I was still feeling depresed. And then it happened. One long note on the radio. I thought it sounded like one of my favorite songs. Right after thinking that a male voice started singing;

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Apr. 8, 2009 - Ah, Greensleeves, now farewell, adieu,

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Apr. 5, 2009 - After Dark the GOOD girls!

Why is it that every time I spend the night at Molly's house we always end up sneaking around the dark house looking for something when we're supposed to be in bed?

Just tonight when we retired to the basement to get some well needed sleep we found that the sheets on the bed had not been washed since last used by Molly's older brother. We both let out a disgusted "eeeeeew!", but, undaunted by a lack of sheets, we promptly ran upstairs to find some suitable ones.

So there we were, once again, tip toeing through the pitch dark house, whispering to each other and trying desperately not to laugh to loud, while feeling our way around, hopping not to bump into something, or knock something over.

In the end we managed to get two more blankets and two pillows from the basement, and are happily situated and ready to go to bed. This is so much more comfortable than the floor we slept on the last two nights! :D

Good night!

*goes off to bed with Molly*

~ Katie

P.S. I love our new nick name, Cherise! :)

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Apr. 2, 2009 - Bye!

I'm going out of town this week end, so I won't be online till at least Monday, if not Tuesday. I know that most of you already know this, but I just wanted to make sure. When I get back, I'll try to remember to post about my doctor's visit yesterday. :D

Bye!

*signs off for the last time till Monday*

~ Lady Katherine

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Mar. 15, 2009 - Changes, Changes, Changes!

Ha ha! A new template! Yay! *dances*

It was originally meant for a Jane Austen fan site that I never opened, but, with a little tweaking, works perfectly for this site!

Another change, as well, has taken place, if you scroll all the way down to the bottom of the page, you'll see my playlist! I had trouble putting it up with my old template, but I got it this time! It's not set on auto play, so you'll have to play it yourself. And while you're there you have to listen to If You're Not the One by Daniel Beddingfield, it's number 48. (they're alphabetized by artist, then song)

Well, I have recently been playing around with my wardrobe and make up. I have a habit of wearing the exact same outfit all the time, and it gets monotonous.
On Saturday I had a photo shoot to show off a brand new outfit I created! I rather like the way both the outfit, and the pictures turned out (and you may call it vain of me to take pictures of myself, if you must, my mother did, but I still say it's artistic!)
 





I also went to Ulta on Saturday with my mom, and got a new powder foundation for myself. My mom also bought a couple nail polishes, and we got a free gift full of make up, which my mom generously let me have. :D

As far as my writing goes.... it is slow. I am trying to finish the second draft of Audra, by the end of March, in which case I have to do one chapter a day. I am five or six days behind. *sighs* The good news is that I'm off school this week, so I am going to try to catch up, while still working on my new story.

You see, me and my family are going down to visit my Aunt Mary and Uncle Duane the first week end in April. My dad's whole family is going (which includes Molly and Anna, among others) and I want to have Audra done before then, so I don't have to worry about it. But I also want to have several chapters of my new story done then, too, because this will be my Aunt Mary's 50th birthday, and for her birthday I am going to give her the first several chapters of my book, which is set at the Koinania Ranch (as I call it :D).

Anyway, this is a rather long post, and I had better get writing. God bless!

~ Lady Katie

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Mar. 5, 2009 - Spring's Return

Nature,
Birds,
Trees,
Wind.
Not dead.
Alive.
With a song inside.
Not all can hear
Only the attentive.
For they do not choose to let everyone know.
A chorus of the wind,
Moving through the trees,
A hushed voice,
Cold,
Yet tender,
The only voice the wind forest in Winter.
The piping of little birds comes next.
Little shrills through the wood,
The first to return,
Full of joy,
For the Spring.
There then is a chatter in the trees,
Yet we know no cause for fear,
Our bushy-tailed friend must have his say,
For what would the forest be,
Without the squirrel?
There are those in the forest who cannot speak for themselves.
They need the winds' help,
To make their beings known.
The smells of the earth,
They are,
The warm soil,
Dead leaves,
They make no sound,
Yet they add to the song.
The trees spread their leaves,
They rustle in the wind,
And make fancy shadows,
On the floor below them.
Water too,
Must play his part.
Weather in creek,
River,
Or rain,
Is uncertain.
The tinkling sound,
Like little bells,
Without which the song would never be complete.
Soft, the song starts,
But slowly growing louder,
Growing more intense,
As March passes on,
As the air warms.
Then all of a sudden,
As June slowly enters,
It reaches it's full hight,
Birds,
Beasts,
Flowers,
Trees,
Water,
Grass,
All must do their part in the song.
The world is green now,
Summer is come.
- Elizabeth Svedas

Hmm, I'm not sure what I think of this poet.  I like the idea of the poem, but parts of it seem rough... still, it's better than the poet that preformed at the inauguration, and it feels kind of like today. The weather is very warm today, and the smell of fresh soil is on the air. Anyway, comment and let me know if you like this poem! I've gotten so few comments lately!

~ Caitie

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Feb. 27, 2009 - A Remembrance for Sparkie

I once knew a dog. She was a fairly large dog that I had known since I was eight. And I had always thought her sweet. But it wasn't until the summer of 2007 that I really realized just how sweet she was.
By this time she was older, around fifteen or sixteen years, I believe, and she was having medical problems. She had trouble going up and down stairs, and often feel, and besides that she was going blind.
When I first went over to let her out, I pittied her. She had a lump at the base of her tail, her fur seemed to be thinning across her body, and a little red mark on her forehead. She looked to pittiful. But if I dog can be depressed, or feel sorry for theirselves she wasn't. She didn't seem to know that she was sick, and should be sad. She was just happy. Happy to see people, happy to get a dog biscut, happy to have time outside to smell.
Later, that winter, I got to see her jump for joy when the snow came, or at least, try to jump for joy. She had trouble walking, how much more so jumping! But she tried, and ended up with a little hopping motion that was just so cute. She wasn't sorry she couldn't run or jump, she was just happy to be out in the snow!
And a couple times that Winter, when she slipped through the door while I wasn't looking, she would try to run, and it was adorable, because she was so slow. And I could catch her in less than a minute. Still, she tried.
I also happen to think that she would have stopped anything for a dog biscut. If a burgalar came equiped with enough dog biscuts, she'd have let him walk right on in, I think. She loved them, and would gobble them down in a couple bites. I used to give them to her and her friend, Arizona, before leaving, because I could not bare the way they looked at me as I left. But if I didn't leave quickly after giving Sparkie her treat, if I was slow, trying to get Arizona to take her treat, I would have to give Sparkie another when she came looking for it.
But as time got on her medical problems got worse. Sixteen is very old for a dalmatian. She had more trouble walking, and took a couple of good falls while I was watching her one of the last times.
Then my nieghbors didn't go on vacation for several months. I was sure they would at least go to Florida in December, they had told me they always did. But they didn't.
Then, finally, in February they asked if I could pet sit at the end of the month. I joyfully accsepted, but I was worried. I couldn't remember if they had said "Sparkie and Arizona," or just "Arizona."
Two weeks later I went over to their house to get the key. As soon as I stepped into the house my heart sunk. I couldn't hear any dog claws on the hardwood floors. Then it got worse. They explained to me where Arizona's food and water is, and how to walk her, but said nothing about Sparkie, and still I did not see her. Finally I asked.
"Is it both dogs?"
"No," she replied, "We had to put Sparkie down this Winter."
I could have burst into tears right then and there. I had know what she would say. I had suspected it for two weeks. I hadn't seen her outside, or heard her bark, which I knew so well, for quite a while.
I quickly finished up there, and began the walk home, longing to bent my tears. I sat on my tree swing and cried.
She was gone.
That was the cold hard truth. I will never see her again on this earth. I'm glad she's out of pain, in heaven with Jesus, but I miss her oh so much!
Even as I sit in the house with Arizona now, writing this, I'm crying because the house feels so empty. Arizona is cute, and I love her too, but I miss Sparkie, and I just want her back.
But Sparkie did live a good life, she lived to be almost seventeen, I believe, which is very old for a dalmatian. She had a sweet little canine friend, and two good owners. And now she is out of pain, living happily, and, I like to think, playing in the snow in heaven, where she can really jump in it. But I still miss her. As I see her leash hanging on the coat rack, it brings on a wave of fresh tears. She was one of the few dogs I loved as my own, and I'll never, ever forget her.

 

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Feb. 15, 2009 - Isle of Hope - Part One

Well this is going to be a short post, and I'll probably split this story into three or four different entries. There's just too much to say in one.

Well, the short of it is that last night my family, Sylvia and I got to go see Celtic Woman Isle of Hope, their new national tour. The long of it is this:

Yesterday morning couldn't go quickly enough for me. I was board with nothing to do, and my family was getting rather stressed/wound up/grumpy (I was the first and the last :D We don't cope with free days with nothing to do very well...) all I wanted was to get ready and go to the concert, in my new outfit. I finally got my wish about four o'clock when I started getting ready to go.

We picked up Sylvia at about 5, or 5:15. Then we went to Target where my mom exchanged some shoes for the little girls, and then to Chipotle for dinner. Dinner was good (I love that place!) and Maddie, Sylvia and I got to sit at the window seat while the rest of my family sat at a table because it was so crowded. I'm not kidding when I say that everyone who couldn't get a date last night went to Chipotle for dinner. After that we drove down to the theater, blaring Celtic Woman in the car the whole way there! :D

We had fun in the car for the next hour, singing along and talking excitedly about the concert. And then we got into the city where they were playing. My dad quickly found the theater, and then began looking for a parking space, that was when we saw it. Before I continue I would like to say, no, "it" was not one of the Celtic Women, but it was their trailer bus! Maddie and Sylvia started screaming, and I would have, had I not been on the phone with Sylvia's mom, (who wanted to talk to some one "with sense" :D) so I got my scream in after I got off of the phone. My dad parked the car and we began our walk into the theater, with me skipping around in my high heel shoes like Mairead Nesbit. :D

Even the walk to the theater was fun, with Maddie, Sylvia, Carrie and I walking in a row, linking arms (well actually, I was holding Carrie's hand because she was too, um, petiete, to link arms with us :D) We were all giggling insanely and totally excited. We got to see the trailer bus again, and got a picture next to the semi-truck that moves their props from place to place. I promise I'll post the pictures tomorrow. Then we got into the theater, and were able to take a quick look at the souvenirs before finding our seats and sitting down.

Just as we sat down, the lights dimmed, and the soft, brightly colored show lights came on. I could dimly see a young woman standing on the stage, who I guessed to be Mairead Nesbit. Sylvia and I held hands, squeezing each other tight in excitement, and the woman began to play her violin.

To be continued.

~ Katie

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Feb. 10, 2009 - *sighs*

Cherise shall pass me up for sure, now.

Yesterday I wrote less than 200 words. Today I got up early to write, looked at the doccument for a couple minutes, then gave up. I just didn't feel like writing. I just feel in a bla mood, and I don't want to write.

I think it comes from carrying some of my friends' problems. It's just depressing me.

I was fine yesterday, just tired, but last night I just got kind of depressed. Even with the little sprinkles I call rain falling down last night. I hope it really rains today.

Ooh! Good news! It's supposed to be a high of 62 degrees today! *is feeling better already* Maybe I can walk to PE, and maybe I can go to Bowen Park with Christina later! *is excited at the prospect*

NO! I have just noticed that Alison is catching up to me in word count! I cannot be passed up by her, and I cannot let Cherise finish before me! Hang Maddock already! I'll cope for a month without him, but I cannot loose this war! I'm working on my fairy story today! I need something light, airy, happy and jolly!

*is feeling better after her rant, but, once again, never wants to look at FAD again*

You're driving me crazy, Callan! Why won't your story ever work?!?! It doesn't work without Molly, it doesn't work with her! It doesn't work when it's exciting, and it doesn't work when it's not exciting!

We tried writing this story separately, and that didn't work. So we re-joined up, and everything was going fine, we had this awesome, adventurous plot, and we were really excited about it, but this is harder than it looks. Have you any idea how hard it is two have two sets of main characters, that need to be in it just as much as the others, who's plots have to be just as good, and yet who's plots have to be firmly connected to the others!?!? It's a pain! It was going well, but then the adventure took over, and the main relationship became the two guys being best friends, instead of two guys who have to save the girls they love. We aimed for Jane Austen meets LOTR, and instead we go Frodo and Sam meet William Wallace and Robert Bruce.

*goes off to get ready to greet the day, and do school* :(

~ Katie

Edit: I have, since writing this entry, stepped outside for a bit, to find that it is around 50 degrees outside. This has been sufficient to banish all gloomy thoughts from my head. God is good! ~ A much happier Katie

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Feb. 8, 2009 - *is shocked on many levels*

It is now the end of day eight of February Madness. I am done writing for today, and I am stunned.

Yesterday morning I sacrificed my wonderful morning to sleep in and promptly began writing at 6:30am. By 8:30 I had not only caught up with Cherise, but passed her up. I was quite pleased with myself, and was dancing around the house all morning. That is one of the reasons for my shock, but the other one is no less mementos.

I was just looking at my NaNoWriMo stats, and realized that at 17,431 words, I have exactly 100 words more for February Madness so far, as I had at the end of day eight of NaNoWriMo. Yes, that is correct, I have written more in the first eight days of February Madness, than I did on the first eight day of NaNoWriMo, and it had started on a Saturday too! I had had a whole weekend to write then! I guess battling Cherise works! *decides to do that this November*

And what's more, is that I have almost 10,000 words more usable words now, then I did on the eighth day of NaNoWiMo, because of the way I switched stories in November.

I am very proud of my progress so far, and I am grimly determined to stay ahead of my NaNoWriMo stats if at all possible. Please pray for me!

God bless, and good luck all you February Madness-ers!

~ Katie

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