My Novel

Well, I did it.  I finished a 50,000 word story in 30 days.  But wasn't nearly as satisfying as I would have liked.  It was a lame end, constantly refering to the 1440 great aunt.  and for a demonstration cut and paste, this is what much of my story looks like: great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great 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A Rant about Spell Check

So I'm sure many of you remember the old poem that was a classic email forward
Eye halve a spelling chequer
It came with my pea sea
It plainly marques four my revue
Miss steaks eye kin knot sea.
Eye strike a key and type a word
And weight four it two say
Weather eye am wrong oar write
It shows me strait a weigh.
As soon as a mist ache is maid
It nose bee fore two long
And eye can put the error rite
Its rare lea ever wrong.
Eye have run this poem threw it
I am shore your pleased two no
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My chequer tolled me sew.

Well, now I have problems with my spell check.  I'm writing a character bio sheet as the beginning of my novel and one character helps another character find a third character.  And my grammar check part of my spell check decided that it would be better if A helped B fined C.  Which just made me laugh.  And decide that spell checks are complete idiots.
Take another example from my novel, which also likes to re-highlight mistakes, "She's an evil woman intent on taking over the world"  it suggests removing the "an"
Or how about this gem "They have normal names, none of the rest of us do." What does grammar check suggest? Does, instead of do.
Spelling and grammar checks leave me scratching my head in wonder at what other things are mistakes.

Lighting

So I'm sitting here desperatly grasping words from the dictionary and putting them in my novel.  30,000 words to write between now and midnight tomorrow.  Yeah, I'm going to win, just so you know, but it will involve repeating many greats and eliminating contractions and using full names at every opportunity.  But any how I'm writing and then this appears on my page. "like an incandescent bulb on the ceiling of the sky."  What?  I'm not even refering to the sun.  oh well.

Thanksgiving.

100 Things I’m thankful for.
1. Life. You have no idea how happy living makes me.
2. Falsetto. So he never writes me, and I’m likely never to see him again. But he gave me hope that somewhere out there is a man who is perfect for me.
3. Cousin. Yeah my roommates tease me about my relationship with my cousin. But I’m glad he’s around. And I’m secretly happy that he didn’t get his mission call yet. I know I’m horrible.
4. Baby Sis. She is the most adorable sister I’ve ever had. And I have five of them. How many four year olds are there that request to hear Picture to Burn by Taylor Swift before a Miley Cyrus song?
5. Mad Libs. For all the fun memories of playing this game with my cousins and sisters. Of course I did invent a slightly different way to play.
6. More Bad Times by The Presidents of the United States. I just love this song.
7. Harry Potter. Do you know how many times I got calls at really stressful moments that were just the relief I needed based on the latest theory? The sibling theory, the snape-lily-james love triangle, Snape is good etc. I also got many well researched essays on the subject. Gotta love sisters.
8. Sisters. Even though I didn’t get along with all of them all the time.
9. Missionary Boy. For showing me that I can have friends. And for always being there for me. And for calling me. And for staying friends with me despite our siblings planning our wedding (10/10/10 for those interested.). And for admitting to liking me. And for going to the Mormon Prom with me. And I think that maybe I’m not completely over him like I thought I was.
10. Names. I have several name books I’m working on, as well as a collection of name books larger than most expectant mothers. And yes I’m aware how awkward that is, no I don’t care.
11. Free shipping. It makes me happy when I don’t have to pay to have stuff shipped to me. Of course Uncle Shipping Services will be closing down soon. But it was great while it lasted.
12. Telephones. To keep in touch with quickly departing friends.
13. Facebook. To reconnect with other friends.
14. Flash drives. It makes me happy that I can write at home and work on it at school without emailing to myself.
15. My name songs. It makes me happy that even when My name broke up with the guy singing he still loves her.
16. Free laptop checkouts from the library.
17. Zoo Tycoon. Yes, I know I’m probably a bit old to still play it, but hey.
18. Oregon Trail. See above
19. Sleep.
20. Food Storage. Because that is how I’m able to eat between now and Christmas.
21. I-15. And the fact that my parents can pick me up if they need to to take me home for Christmas.
22. Movies. They help to pass the time away when I have nothing to do for an entire week alone.
23. Books. Reading is quite fun and another good time waster.
24. Random people I don’t know who are willing to have me for Thanksgiving dinner.
25. The fact that no one wants to let a person stay home alone for Thanksgiving. More free food for me. J
26. My four year old sister for doing funny things, such as a watching and doing a work out video called “walk away the pounds” daily. And yes I’m counting her twice. Her and her antics are two different things.
27. Cities and Knights. I just wish that I had it and people to play it with.
28. Dates with my mom. Even though I’m like a thousand miles away now every time I go home I still get to go out with just my mom and me on something fun, not just a shopping trip.
29. My printer, even if it hates me right now. It still scans. This makes me happy.
30. Magazines. Because they provide amazing pictures of people and things for me to scan as inspiration for stories.
31. Chicken Soup Books, for those last minute FHE lessons.
32. Selling back textbooks, so I have money for Christmas gifts.
33. Ice cream.
34. Nesquik, to mix into the ice cream.
35. Cereal and the strange habit I have of eating it dry. Less milk I have waste making my cereal soggy when I could be drinking it
36. My older brother. Even though I never see him anymore.
37. Tiny blank books. They make me happy, especially when accompanied by an equally small pen. Pocket sized for when inspiration strikes.
38. The Scriptures.
39. Earrings. Yeah, I realize that they are nowhere near as important as the previous entry, but hey, this list isn’t in any order.
40. Computers. I like not have to write everything out by hand.
41. The internet. I love being able to connect with people.
42. Orange sticky notes. Because one with David’s address has a place above my computer.
43. Cameras, because I love to see pictures of what my family looks like since I’ve been away for two years.
44. The annual Christmas pageant my family puts on with our cousins. And the strange roles that are included in the cast. Such roles include the camel that the wise men ride, a devil/angel mix, and a super hero. Yes, we once had a super hero visit the baby Jesus at our re-enactment of the first Christmas.
45. Random writing exercises. To exercise and improve my writing skills which have long been neglected.
46. Hobo Blanket, a blanket I’m currently crocheting out of the random skeins of yarn that my mom sent me.
47. Umbrellas. I just like them.
48. Bobbi, my pink gender confused teddy bear.
49. Having a closet to myself. But not the monster that lives in the closet.
50. Backpacks. The amazing ability they have of holding massive amounts of books.
51. Libraries. Because book aren’t cheap.
52. TV shows online, because I don’t have time to watch them when they air.
53. Cell phones, so I can call my mom whenever I feel like it.
54. Online games. I like wasting time.
55. iPods. Just because.
56. Free music, legally.
57. Post-it notes, they make marking things to scan much easier.
58. Hair dryers, which make my life easier, so that I don’t freeze my hair walking to finals. True story.
59. Lotion, because Utah is far too dry
60. Chapstick, ditto.
61. Chocolate, which I didn’t even like until College.
62. Snow. I love snow.
63. Rain is equally welcome.
64. Gray clouds. I don’t why, but they make me happy.
65. Bacon. Bacon is the best thing that comes from dead pigs. The second best is ham.
66. Friends.
67. Roommates that I can live with.
68. The 100 hour board.
69. Pants. They are so much more comfortable than skirts.
70. Skirts, they are much more elegant than pants.
71. My job. How many people do you know that can talk to their mom for twenty minutes, do a week’s worth of homework and get fed at work while getting paid?
72. The ability to say no.
73. The ability to lie, now before you go judging me, these two things have saved from many awkward and possibly life threatening situations. (The 31 year old man, the creepy lady who walked into my house when I was 10, etc)
74. Mormon myths, so what if they aren’t true, they still make me happy.
75. The number 9. I’m glad it survived being eaten.
76. Netflix, for all the strange and wonderful things that it recommends to me.
77. Having the apartment to myself for awhile, doesn’t matter how long.
78. Writing. I love to write, I really truly do.
79. The begat chapters. Sorry, they were always my favorite. It probably has something to do with how many names are in them.
80. Canada, yes I know, but I’m half Canadian (ok so I’m half French-Canadian, but it’s Canadian.)
81. France, because I can blame all my weirdness on being French.
82. Little Caesars hot and ready pizza.
83. Tithing.
84. Mechanical pencils.
85. Candy. Delicious delightful candy.
86. Pell Grants.
87. Crayons.
88. My scarf.
89. Quote walls. Gotta love them.
90. Divine Comedy.
91. Shoes. I love shoes, they are the best things ever invented fashion wise. Mostly because they are the only fashion pieces that I can buy without needing advice.
92. Bare feet, because as much as I love shoes, there’s nothing like having nothing on your feet at all.
93. Fingers, because without them I wouldn’t be able to write.
94. Hair. I love my hair.
95. The fact that my parents names are in the Houseboat Honeymoon program as donators to the TMA program.
96. Thermometers. I like to take my temperature a lot. My normal temperature is 97.5 Fahrenheit FYI
97. Rapunzel, the best fairy tale of them all.
98. Disney movies.
99. Musicals.
100. That I finally reached 100 on this list.

This morning I woke up and my hand felt wierd, almost like I had bitten it during the night.  But there were no bite marks.  And since my roommates have all left I didn't have anyone else to tell this to.

Yesterday I went to Temple Square.  It was fun because I got to see the Beehive house for the first time.

Twilight - possible spoilers

Not that any of my fine readers care about Twilight, no offence if you do.  I find the books and now the film to be mental junk food, fun and amusing, but not well made or of any real value.  I think my favorite part of the night was that I was in the auditorium where there was a proposal half an hour before the film started. 
The movie was a lot of tension, and really a little bit overboard in the "I love you, I need you, I'm/You're dangerous, You should/ I don't care" crap that is so prevelant in anything twilight.  But hey, it made me laugh.  And the credits were done in a very interesting way, it never faded to  black in the background.  Now I know this has been done before, but still.  And I found it funny that they called it a photoplay in the credits.  yes, Twilight is not a film, it is not a movie, it is a photoplay.

I apologize for any spelling or grammatical errors above my normal in this post, I'm not feelling too hot today and don't feel like wearing my glasses, because I'm likely to return to bed at any time.

Twilight-No spoilers

I just got back from the Midnight showing of Twilight.  And I'm exhausted and need to right a paper on Hamlet, which I failed to read, due tomorrow.   So I must sleep, but soon you will hear my thoughts and musing on the film.  Which I found to be quite amusing for many reasons.  One of which was the reason for the PG-13 rating "a sense of sensuality".  And many other things.  Which I'll tell you all later.  And will probably contain spoilers.  But now I am off to Cliff notes, or however you spell it or call it.  I don't usually  approve of such things, but when I had two days and no time to finish two movies, two plays and three papers I'll have to make an exception.

Tagged

Well I've been Tagged by yellow m&m

1.  I don't like following rules, I have decided that since I typed 2879+ words yesterday I will keep them in.  At least until  I reach a point where I'm going to exceed my word count without it. And I won't
tag any one for this either.
2. my two best friends in high school and I had a strange familial relationship in which Missionary Boy and I were engaged and Silver was Mish's step mother.  Mish and I finally broke off our "engagement" six months later on the way home from a youth temple trip.
3. I enjoy waking up early, but rather like staying up late and these two things are miserable when combined in the same night.
4. I love fairytales, especially the unsanitized ones from pre-victorian times.  After that they get rather lame.  And I've always had a certain love for the tale of Bluebeard, and how Perrault included it in his collection because of it's moral.  Yeah, bet you didn't know there was a moral to the story of a wife killing creep.  Wanna know what it is?  Feminine curiousity is a bad thing.
5. I also love names.  I think I may have mentioned this, but yeah.  I have something like fifteen name books in my room. Provided I can locate them.  I haven't actually counted in awhile.  The last name book I purchased was the baby name survey by Bruce Lansky.  Should I have bought it, no.  Do I regret buying it.  Absolutely not.
6. I have a weakness for earrings, I always have.  Before I got my ears pierced I would torture myself with magnetic earrings.  And I once had a conversation with some guy friends, in the presence of the guy I liked, about earrings and how I wouldn't know what to do with them if someone gave them to me since I didn't have pierced ears.  They gave me funny looks, after all I was currently wearing earrings that were not clearly magnetic.  And about a week later I did get my ears pierced, my cousin was in town and offered to pay and since I'd been planning on getting my ears pierced any way I got them pierced when someone else was paying.  Saved me thirty something dollars.
7.  I have a short attention span.  And I tend to ramble a lot.

Cheating

So I wrote a lot in my novel today. Unfortunately I'm not sure if i should keep it in. After all, I wrote the word great 2879 times. But it was an important thing for me to establish, the ancient age of the villain. Who is the MC's best friend's 1440th great aunt. And twin to the best friend's 1439th great grandfather. and I wrote out that many greats. and yes, my villain has just established that she is 26,000 years old. (25 years old at the birth of the first niece or nephew, and 25-ish years between each generation there after). And don't worry, as soon as I have that many words with out the greats I will take them out. although it certainly was a tedious process typing out that many greats. great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great... And I do promise that my word count will always reflect the current number of words in my novel. Which means that tommorrow I will be down about 2000 or so from now.

the joy of technology

So I have recently taken to checking out laptops from the library. This is to ensure that I get the most writing time possible in a day. It also serves to help me take notes, since I hate writing by hand and having a computer to take notes on has been a great help this week. But it has served to make me anxious for the day when I can have my own laptop. And it is still a distraction. After all I'm sitting here typing a blog entry when I should be reading Mother Courage and writing a paper about it. I really hate writing for a grade. It takes all the joy and fun out of writing. And I really wish I could find my book of writing exercises. And I still need to finish the short story about Lilac, Isaac and the fudge. I've written 10,000 words on a novel I have no need to be writing, but have yet to write the 750 words for my short story. If I put my mind to it I can put out the first draft in half an hour. Now if you'll excuse me, the fudge is about to be stolen.

And in other news

So I'm way far behind in my novel. And this week is not going to help me any in my word count. Except that the evil villain has finally made an appearance. And she has a fondness for repeating the true family name of the Klark family, next door neighbors to the main character's family. According to my villain, who is named Lefitray, the family is really the Klark barbarian rulers of the ancient order of barbarians family. "Which used to be one word, but no one could remember how to spell it so now it was spelled as several words"
So to copy bob, sorry for stealing your idea but I think it will help me get back on track with my novel
Best line today "While this was happy to Octavia, she felt a twinge of jealousy and anger towards her unborn sibling." why do the siblings keep multiplying?
Worst line today "Octavia had celebrated her eleventh birthday since the wedding and Michael had turned twenty one in the interim as well."

Birthday

Ok so yesterday was pretty good. I was woken up by my family singing happy birthday for the third year in a row. At least it wasn't at seven in the morning like the first year that I wasn't home for my birthday. Then I went to church, but left early because I couldn't deal with people. Birthdays are not the easiest thing for me to deal with, especially when they come with the realization that I have no money to go home for Christmas with. But I never have, so I should be able to go home anyway. Enough people here are heading back my way for Christmas. But I couldn't deal with people so I came home. I was glad I did, because Missionary Boy called on his way out to work. Is it bad that I was glad I left church early to get the phone call? It made me so happy to know that, despite us hardly talking recently, he remembered my birthday. Although he knows me too well, and could tell that I was not dealing with life well even over the phone. So he did what he always does and got me laughing. Not stopping the tears, but laughing and crying at the same time. It's a strange skill I have, the ability to laugh and cry at the same time, not tears caused by laughter mind you. And I apparently do it at the exact same time, confusing friends by causing them not to be sure if I'm sad or happy. Usually it's both. But despite everything, it was a pretty good birthday.

Parties

Well last night was great fun. After watching Independence Day we had a very scandalous game of Mad Libs with Cousin taking the cake for the funniest/most scandalous story. Following that we had a game of what if, then we played catch phrase. We got yelled at by our neighbors at 11 pm. And the last guest left at around three or three thirty. Don't worry, it was a female guest that stayed that late. And I'm extremely happy that people came. And stayed after the scandalousness. I promise that I did not intend for scandal. But all in all it was a fun night. And now I have about 8000 words to write, a tree to draw and a couple of tests to study for. Oh well. shouldn't be too bad.

Strange names

So, I'm sitting here half-heartedly working on my novel and I can't seem think. After yesterday's "push". I'm actually going to work harder soon. Friday I think and then Saturday. But tomorrow I have work, which means I'm doing homework, not noveling. Don't worry, I'm allowed to do homework at work. Any way, I'm sitting typing and, like I normally do, I write some random words just to do something. Only they were the full name of Octavia's mother. And I'm not sure where it all came from. But here it is. Clarissa Clara Clora Cleana Coocookoocordagawgaw. And I really don't know why I'm obsessed with long, impossible to spell names like Coocookoocordagawgaw and Rachelinaclora. It's not like this is a characters written challenge. It's a words challenge. And the words need to help the plot, at least somewhat. Although names do. I'm a very name oriented person. Someday, after I'm done with Nano I'm actually going to start and update my name blog.

Where does this crap come from?

So I'm up working on my novel, because I can. And because I don't have anything due until Friday and I can't even start writing that paper until Wednesday. And this is a fact, not me being lazy. I have to write the paper about a movie I'll watch in class Wednesday.
Any way, I writing my novel, I'm way behind fred, m&m, and bob, but whatever. It's not like I have anything else to do tomorrow. But some of the strangest things I have ever written are happening. Like this line She had some sense that he was referring to puberty, but didn’t like to think about that and hoped she could skip that step of growing up and just be an old lady with lots of plastic pink flamingos in her yard and five or six aquariums filled exotic fish. And don't go on about my grammar or spelling or anything. I'm just wondering how a ten year old has decided to skip life until an old lady. But not the stereotypical and cliché cat lady. No she wants to have flamingos in her yard and exotic fish. I love this girl.

Hmmm

So I think I may have been tagged.  By a different name, but still it seemed close enough that I will claim it.  So here

I feel loved when...

The Five Love Languages

My Primary Love Language is Quality Time

My Detailed Results:
Quality Time:	8
Acts of Service:	7
Receiving Gifts:	6
Words of Affirmation:	5
Physical Touch:	4

About this quiz

Unhappiness in relationships is often due to the fact that we speak different love languages.  It can be helpful to know what language you speak and what language those around you speak.
Tag 3 people so they can find out what their love language is.

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  And uh, I don't know three people who read my blog that haven't already been tagged, but I tag Lingo.  You know who you are.

NaNoWriMo

Wow, I almost started this entry off with my real name. Let's try this again.
Unit here, actively working on my novel.  Well, not at this exact moment.  I have a plan on where it is going, but am scared to move it along. I have a habit of writing consisely when I know what I'm doing, and that is not going to work. I also have a habit of getting sick of the characters in my stories and wanting them to do something interesting.  Thankfully my main character this time has been talking to me for years now.  Ever since my sophmore year of high school.  She decided to change her middle name right before the first, but it did give her a new nickname.  And her last name needs to be changed, but that will have to wait until after NaNo. It fit in the early stages of her development, but not anymore.  And her brothers are all wonderful, allthough they keep multipliying.  I thought she hadseven brothers, but it turns out that she has nine. And just for the fun of it, here is my main character's family tree

 

 Sorry it's hard to read, but it is a rather large family.  Damita, the outlying bubble, is the second wife and stepmother to the family.  Rachelinaclora, the blue bubble is unrelated as of now, but is likely to marry the oldest son within the course of the novel. Octavia Winifred is my main character.  And if you can read the last name you can guess the rough outline of my story.  But it will be quite different then the one you are used to.  After all, how many fairy tales have ten year olds referencing crime drama's that didn't air until October 2008?