28,872 Words Later…

I’m finished! By God, I did it. I wrote over twenty-eight thousands words in a week. It wasn’t easy, and some days, I wanted to kill myself (or at least take my keyboard and bash it against someone’s head Wanted style), but I finished.

I received my little web badge, and at the bottom of my NaNoWriMo profile, I received my third little circle showing I won this year as well as the past two years.

I made 2011 my bitch!

This is also the first year I finished my novel (in fact, it’s my first time completing a novel ever). The previous two years, I started novels which were hefty in size and had a longer story to tell. This year, I kept the story compact, mostly to get the major pieces of the plot together. It needs heavy editing, and I plan to do that sometime later. For now, I’m going to relish in the fact that I finished my 3rd year and completed a full novel.

Thanks for everyone who supported me (friends, family, and web people)!

PS- Going on vacation starting Friday. Going down to Orlando with the BF to celebrate his grandmother’s 80th birthday. I’ll post when I can. Be back next Wednesday. TOODLES!

Only 28 Thousand Left!

So, I pretty much procrastinated against NaNoWriMo, not purposely, but it happened nonetheless. In order to finish by Wednesday (Nov. 30), I will need to write until the very last second. Don’t worry, I don’t have 28K from here. I did at the beginning of the Thanksgiving break from work, which was last Wednesday. So far, I’ve written 14-thousand words, leaving me only another 14 to finish in 4 days. Yay! Not.

This is my third year in participating, and the past two years I was like a pro, but a lot of stress kept me from producing enough words to keep up this time around. Between school, relationship stuff, and work, I a) didn’t have enough creativity and b) procrastinated to allow some much needed fun.

Now, I want to finish my third year out in fashion by completing my story and getting fifty-thousand words. I love the direction of the story, the plot, the characters, and a few other things. Personally, I feel like I’m writing a D&D manual what with the magick, spells, and creatures… Whatever. For now, it’s simple and I’m enjoying it. Isn’t that all that matters? Maybe not. I don’t know. My brain is dead right now.

PS- Watched the first four episodes of American Horror, and I LOVE it! My boyfriend and I are loving the craziness and the concept. He’s surprised the show was made by the creators of Glee. Speaking of, I am pissed they didn’t have another episode out last Tuesday. Bitches get to work!

The Power of Fuck

On Twitter, a man named ItsBrandonIrvin stated “Unnecessary Cussing #GoReadABook.”

Brandon’s tweet reminded me of a conversation I had with a classmate during my Creative Writing class where we read Stephen King’s On Writing. As my idol, I loved everything he wrote in the book about becoming a writer, using your skills, and how to pursue your dreams. The book proved to me, even further, that I was meant to be a writer. The classmate in question, a young twenty-something uppity girl, stated, “I don’t like this book because he uses vulgar language.”

I asked, “What’s vulgar about it?”

“He’s using the ‘f’ word,” she explained.

“The word fuck isn’t vulgar. In fact, it’s a controversial expression used for exaggeration and focusing an audience,” I stated. “He isn’t using it simply to sound like a ‘potty mouth.’”

The girl didn’t give up on her defense. She closed her eyes, and I could tell she rolled them in the back of her head because she thought she knew better than me, and said, “Profanity is used by the ignorant.”

I smiled and laughed before giving it to her with something hard and sand-papery in a response. “I can see where you would think something like that, because there are thousands of words to use for self-expression. Fortunately, we’re not dictionaries, at least not the average person, and we don’t normally carry around dictionaries to try and explain our feelings and emotions, in the moment, during a story or conversation. We’d rather keep up with the flow and tension, and focus the audience using expletives  such as fuck, shit, cock, ass, pussy, tit, and balls.

“Further, you’re calling a best-selling author of over 40 novels, which have sold over 350 million copies worldwide, ignorant because he uses speech you don’t condone?” Everyone sat around me stunned, focused from the moment I spouted off cuss words, waiting for what else I had to say. “I think I’ll listen to the guy with the degree, the success, and the experience over some dumb-ass conservative who is too wrapped up in herself and her convictions in order to enjoy one of the greatest storytellers of all time. So please go fuck yourself and take your Twilight with you.” (Did I forget to mention she loved Twilight?)

I got an A+ in the class, and my teacher is an accomplished novelist.

Being the defiant person I am, I decided to reply back to Brandon: “cussing is never unnecessary. it’s a form of expression even when you can’t think of any fucking words for exaggeration.” People need to learn to shut the fuck up.

UPDATE:

Brandon responded -

My response -