Word count up, story, not so much...

Just checking in real quick. It's almost done. One more day, and this novel is still not finished, even at 80,000 words. Sad, right? But still. Stuff has happened, stuff hasn't happened, I'm hating myself for hurting Salem and writer stuff like that.
It's done, and I'll win, but I won't until I finish, and so I keep writing.
And writing.
And writing.
And writing.
With OWD (obsessive writing disorder,)
-Alice :)

Happy Birthday! ....me!

It's my birthday!
Twins: *blow loud horns right next to my ear*
Darn...*rubbing head* I thought I'd gotten rid of you here for the month.
Till: We'll always be here Alice.
Wrevor: *pokes my heart area* Right there.
More like the organ that causes stress...anyways, yay!
*sigh* It's day 20 (duh.) 10 days left.
From Salem's point of view:
Sure, the word count's coming along, but the story is way far away from being finished! What then? Just finish with an unfinished story? I'm so stupid. I should really be writing right now...
Plus, I have to finish counting all those votes and the characters are going a little wrong and it's boring and my relatives are coming next weekend which is wonderful but takes away from some serious writing time I really could have used...
From Cinni's point of view:
Who cares if the story isn't finished on time? I mean, we can always add on, do our on NaNoWriMo in November! Problem solved! The votes will get counted on time, they always do, and we're almost at 100 pages! Isn't that amazing! We can always go back and edit and add some stuff. The snarky mirror is a good idea! Let's go write!
So...yeah. ^^
*deep breath* Okay. Let's do dis.
(Holy flip, only ten days left!) (Shut up. Keep calm and write like a maniac,)
-Alice :)

Dear Lord help me...

I've accidentally written Blaine, Wes, David, Nick and Jeff in as ninjas for the corporation hunting Cinni. What is WRONG with me??? (Don't you DARE answer that. VIMHs: Awww...)
*facepalm* Ryan Murphy. Please don't sue me.
(Happy half way point!)
-Alice

Salem's theme

This song just makes me think of him. Copyright Kelly Clarkson etc. etc. I don't mean anyone any problems. ^^

If you go, they'll say you're following
If you don't, then you're too good for them
If you smile, you must be ignorant
If you don't, what's your problem?
If you're down, so ungrateful
And if you're happy, why so selfish?
You can't win, no you can't win, no

The one who doesn't quite fit in
Underdressed under your skin
Oh, a walking disaster
Everytime you try to fly you end up fallin'
Out of line
Oh you can't
You can't win no

If you're thin, call it a walkin' disease
If you're not, they're all screamin' "obese"
If you're straight, why aren't you married yet?
If you're gay, why aren't you waving a flag?
If it's wrong, you'll never hit
If it's right, you'll always miss
You can't win, no you can't win, no

The one who doesn't quite fit in
Underdressed under your skin
Oh a walking disaster
Everytime you try to fly you end up fallin'
Out of line
Oh you can't
You can't win no

And you try, you try so hard
But I swear it on your heart
And you play, you play the game
But you pay, you pay for it
You can't win, no you can't win, no

If you speak, you'll only piss them off
If you don't, you're just another robot
If you stop, they'll just say you quit
If you don't, you might lose your sh...
You can't win, no you can't win, no

The one who doesn't quite fit in
Underdressed under your skin
Oh, a walking disaster
Everytime you try to fly you end up fallin'
Out of line
Oh you can't
You can't win no

I can't win

The one who doesn't quite fit in
Underdressed under your skin
Oh a walking disaster
Everytime you try to fly you end up fallin'
Out of line
Oh you can't
You can't win no

Cold, wet, covered in sweat

I awake, unsure of my fate

The moon glows bright, lighting up the night

My heart pounds, though she can’t hear sound

Eyes wide, my body starts to fight

One that it will never win

I get up, and just my luck                 

My foot catches the sleeping bag as I start off

I hold my breath, one, two, three, four

Still she doesn’t stir

I stumble out into the open

Under my feet the ground is frozen

The aches and the pains begin to reign

As my body slowly gives up

The fight it can never win

I try to get as far away as I’m let

Before it becomes too much to bear

Before my vision blurs, and I’m too scared

To move

I fall to ground, still not making a sound

The forest sleeps, and anyone who creeps

Cannot be heard by human ears

But soon, I will hear them all

Each footstep, each movement, each leaf that falls

I clench my hands into fists, my heavy breath is mist

I can’t cry out

Or make a sound

As my body accepts defeat

In the fight it can never win

The pain is almost unbearable

My clothes are no longer wearable

Stripping down, in more ways than one

My memories start to fade away

Forgotten until the light of day

Brings me back

In another lethal attack

I am gone

I am no more

Off I run

In in the moonlight

The dark doesn’t affect my sight

And I forget

You’d think I’d be thankful

For the few precious moments

My mind isn’t full

To the brink of thoughts I think

Each day

About you

About me

About us

About she

And she

And he

And what was

And what will be

And what won’t

And what can’t

And if it was

And if it wasn’t

What I would feel

What you would feel

About where they went

About where they are

Each scar

Holds a different memory

But to me

At night

When my body loses the fight

It can never win

They’re all blur

No names

Just pictures

Run away

From myself

And forget

But in the morning it isn’t worth it

Isn’t worth waking up

And not remembering

The night before

The memories are gone

But the pain is still there

I find my way back

And pick myself up

Pretend in never happened

Like everyone is taught

Pretend you don’t know

Don’t act like you do

Because, when you do

More is expected of you

And it hurts more

But you do

Deep down

You know

You don’t tell

I don’t tell

I forget

For you

Whether you care or not

I don’t know

But still

I go

I pick myself up

I dust myself off

And get back in the fight

The
                one
                                I’ll
                                                never
                                                                win

Almost at 35,000,
-Alice :)

Must...sit...on...inner-editor's...face...

Argh...the week two blues hit me late. Once I started letting the doubts in, they got everywhere and splattered paint all over my novel.
Now I'm convinced that my characters are terrible and have no personality, especially Salem, and Cinni is copying the personality of Tori (my other character.) My plot has managed to stay strong, but not strong enough to save my characters. I'm also convinced that my story is too sad. All I do is hurt my pointless characters and blah, blah, blah. You get the picture.
Well, that's where my "inner-editor" comes in. Everyone has one. Whether it edits words that come out your mouth (or don't) or your writing (like me) they suck. They want to go back, reread, rewrite, fix the numerous grammatical mistakes I'm sure are in there, or, better yet, screw the whole thing and go back to writing what I usually do.
Yeah. You see my problem.
So, I threw in a rainbow, my characters had a religious moment, and now I'm going to do a happy scene. I have yet to resort to ninjas. But it's coming...
Inner-editor, prepare to meet duct tape (or better yet, the twins,)
-Alice :)

11/11/11 11:11:11 Make a Wish!

It'll only come once in a hundred years! (Maybe more!)
So, three things to say, well...maybe more or less, I didn't count...^^
1. Here's to thanking all Veterans: Past, present and future for serving your country and all those living in it by risking your life to protect it and us and give us the freedom and rights we experience every day. I salute you. (For more Veteran stuff: Look on my Fictionpress *hinthintwinkwink*)
2. HAPPY 11TH DAY OF NANOWRIMO! My weekend goal (approx.): 11,111 WORDS. Am I crazy? Yes. Yes I am.
3: Weird stuff that's happened in my novel so far:
1. Cinni (my main girl character) has a grandma who's mentioned
2. Her grandma has a New Jersey accent which I put in and then completely forgot about.
3. They're going to make money by showing her off as the amazing Flying Tap-dancer! (Or something...)
4. I may have accidentally sliced my boy characters (Salem) arm open...
5. Cinni has blacked out, like, three times by now...
6. My guy character writes poetry...
7. They MIGHT have to steal a car unless one magically appears...
Yeaaaah....I'm procrastinating. *sighness* Back to Word. ^^
LIVE LONG AND, WRITE LIKE THE WIND ALICE YOU LAZY BUM!
-Alice :)

O. M. Gumdrops.

You can't NOT follow along to this video. (Don't ask me why it says babies vs. puppies though. I seriously have no clue.)
http://xfinity.comcast.net/video/headbanging-kittens/2164021483/Comcast/2164242092/
^^ Happy NaNoWriMo (Almost at 15,000 words baby! Woo!)
-Alice :)