inner critic, go away; go jump off a cliff today. . . .

It's ridiculous that I just wrote a blog post justifying that yes, I am a writer, since now I feel so very iffy on that front. I know it has to do with the fact that I'm randomly depressed again, and that I just got a good critique (read, was not nice to my story in exactly the way it needed to be, and pointed out a lot of things I need to fix to make it work), so I feel like if I can't even write a story that makes sense, who am I to say I'm a writer?

NaNo day 30: and there was much rejoicing!

I finished the darn thing!

Ahem. That is to say, I got 94,380 words for NaNo this year. Not the 100k I was aiming for. Certainly not the 150k I was dreaming about. But I got something much cooler than wordcount, which was the spectacularly glowy feeling of typing END at the bottom of my manuscript. Danica, queen of procrastination, of starting new novels instead of finding middles and ends, and ooh look a squirrel, has now finished two novels!

NaNo day 20 - fighting against a lazy Sunday

7:46 pm, and about a hundred words to show for it.  Plus, it was once again hard to convince myself to leave my bed this mor-afternoon. I wonder if leaving the house and being social is what pushes my moods into the basement the next day.

If I take the time to look at it, Thursday I was at school until five, leaving just enough time to come home and get something to eat before going to writers' group and getting my story critiqued, which despite being exceedingly beneficial to the writing process, is always an added source of stress. And Friday I woke up more depressed than I remember being for quite some time. After puttering about the house for all of Friday, I woke up on Saturday in a much better mood, which remained for most of the day and sustained me through going downtown to a write-in then doing laundry at a way too noisy laundromat. And today, I once again woke up without the motivation to do anything but sleep.

Something useful? . . . not. And crocheting

Hmm, I know I was going to blog about something. But now that I've logged in and gotten here and everything, I've forgotten what it was. So I'll just talk about my blanket.

I'm currently crocheting a blanket for my sister, mainly because I thought the pattern looked cool. Then, after starting it and telling everyone I was making it, I checked the actual size. It's meant for a queen sized bed. Yeah. . . this could take a while. Thankfully it's all granny stitch, so it's pretty easy, except for the color changing in a few of the squares, which is merely tedious.

Let's see, has anything else happened in my life? I went shopping with my mom for a few hours today, which was fun, except for the whole Saturday before Christmas thing. We first went to Michael's so we could get yarn. A lot of yarn. Eight skeins of it. But it's very nice yarn (called Simply Soft), and is apparently made of 20 percent recycled plastic bottled. Cool. Then we went to about five other places. My legs hurt! And the snow and other drivers made it terrible for driving, but we got it all done with and came home and now we're watching Stargate. :)

Sigh. I really really was going to blog about something useful. Really. Well, when it comes to me. . . .

At least it's something

Yay, I have one other thingy in my poll. Cheese sauce. I basically just wanted the poll so I could have a poll. It looks spifty.

First Post (a.k.a. what a creative name *sarcasm*)

Okay, so I got on here just for the heck of it. And I've been wanting to better catalogue my thoughts for a while. Hmm, why doesn't the spell check accept catalogue? Is it a British spelling, or just a Danica-bad-spelling? Or maybe the spell checker is just stupid.