Done!

Don't you love the feeling of finishing a book?
I printed out my finished manuscript last night. And then, because I have decided to rebel against all advice, I started to edit immediately. Not big things, but I cut out all of my breakings of the fourth wall, and all of the spelling mistakes.
And then to reward myself, I plopped down on the couch to watch my all-time favorite movie, Ferris Bueller's Day Off.
So now I think I'll get off Facebook, do some more editing, and then watch it again.

48 245 Words!

Progress report for my self-initiated JanNoWriMo (I know that there's an official one, but I was to lazy to sign up):
I have approximately thirty-four hours and forty minutes to write one thousand, seven hundred and fifty-five words, and, yeah, I'm pumped. I can do this! So I'll see you in thirty four hours with a brand new manuscript, all ready for editing!
Sorry it's such a short post, but I think I might have taken a small bit more cough syrup then the correct dose, so I'm currently dizzy and I have the spins. And I'm really, really out of it. So I think I'll just go take a nap.

Reality is truly scaring me - Billy Talent, "Line and Sinker"

Just a quick post to inform anyone who has been living under a very large rock about the tragedy that happened in Haiti the past week. The earthquake was some 7.0 on the Richter scale. You can donate through the Red Cross (text redcross to 30333 to donate five dollars) or World Vision. Of course, those are just two examples.

Oh, Crap.

Yes, I am in a state of panic.
I gave my novel to my math teacher. Why my math teacher, you ask? She's my favorite teacher. Then why are you so upset, you continue. Well, the answer to that is simple--I was obviously having a brain aneurysm when I gave it to her.
Or not.
You see, I forgot the content. It's not terrible, but it's ever since I handed it over on Friday, I keep running over little bits in my mind. The language. The characters. The drunken bar fight.
She's going to be back tomorrow (she wasn't at school today). What do I do?

Anyone who says they have only one life to live must not know how to read a book. - Author Unknown

Book review: No Plot, No Problem, by Chris Baty.
Yeah, it's a book about NaNoWriMo. But you know what they say - There's no such thing as life after NaNoWriMo, only life before it.
Okay, so they don't say that. But I say that.
So, ending my mini-rant, I have to say that this book deserves high praise. It's a good guide, sure, but it's more then that. It's witty, and it's descriptive. My favorite part:
"The love of books, I think, was the saving grace of the entire enterprise. However unseriously we had agreed to take the whole novel writing process, we had absolute reverence for books themselves, the papery bricks of goodness which, when pried apart, unleashed the most amazing visions in their owners. In books, we had found magical portals and steadfast companions, witnessed acts of true love and gaped at absolute evil. Books, as much as our friends and parents, had been our early educators, allowing us our first exciting glimpses into life beyond the gates of childhood."
Papery bricks of goodness? This man is amazing!
Final rating: Four and a half stars out of five (because no book is perfect!).