the lofty goals of manic me

So I looked it up, and I've written 47 poems this year* (49 now)**. The past two years, I wrote 196 poems each year, so this is a big step down for me. I could just accept the fact that this just wasn't a poetry year, but I like being defined as a poet, and the competitive part of me can't accept that. If anyone actually read this blog regularly (or at all), they may remember my poetry goal a few months ago, which was to write 2 poems a day for the rest of the year. I'm not good at long term goals. I'm a sprinter, not a marathoner, which is why I can do NaNo, but not WriYe.

theft of thought

I wonder, if I really was a crazy complete recluse (by which I mean without the internet; I'm already a crazy recluse) if I would have any good ideas at all? I mean, I know I would--I'm just being depressed (and depressing)--but I see things that my friends do or think of, and am utterly amazed at their creativity.

the problem with finishing

So I made it to 135k this NaNo, which is more than 500 pages written in a month. I still remember, when I was younger and working on Captive and Powers (two novelish things I spent a good deal of my teen years poking at), being amazed when I made it to 300 pages. This took several years, because I only wrote when I was 'in the mood for it'.

NaNo 2010!

Hmm. I can't believe I haven't written in my blog for all of November! Shame on me; this is supposed to be my writing blog, after all. I'll just say I've been crazy busy with school and NaNoWriMo, and have been trying to ignore most of the internet.

So anyway, I hit 50k on day 10 this year, chasing after my cousin bobtheenchantedone, who hit it a few days earlier even than that. My biggest day I wrote 14,755 words--which was my first Sunday--and last Sunday I wrote 11,405 words, so not shabby at all! I'm making 'Epic Sundays' a part of my NaNo experience from now on, where I either try to write at least 10,000 words, or the equivalent of 1000 words an hour from waking up (after sleeping in) to bed. This started out as I tried to catch up to bob, and had my crazy 15k day (though she updated right before midnight with about 200 words, thus beating me for the day. . . gah!). The second Sunday I did 8k words, which is close enough to epic to count, says I (esp since I did 5k the day before).

Merlin, and the Book of Making Danica Want to Kill Things

Below follows a long and badly worded rant about a movie I watched, which is filled with spoilers and fangirl-ing. You have been warned.