I'm not dead--promise.

Alright, so basically, I haven't written since last Sunday night (and even then, it was only 500 words), so I'm kind of in a bad mood. I think my creative block was because of LOST ending. I won't spoil anything, but I will say that though I wasn't fond of the metaphysical stuff at the end, I did think that over all it was a good ending that made me cry. Pretty hard, actually. But that's not important.
What is important, though, is that I now have two things that shall serve to motivate me. Well, if you want to be technical, four. And if you want to be even more technical, three. If you want to be even more technical, well, sucks to be you, because that's as technical as I get.
Anyways.
The first (or first three, whichever you prefer) is/are three very small medieval soldiers which I bought at the dollar store and named Ignatius, Sylvain, and Stephan (please, don't laugh at Stephan's ordinary name in comparison to the others' fantasy names. He was named after Stephan King). These are my three main man characters--well, Stephan and Ignatius are my protagonists, while Sylvain is my incredibly cool and badass antagonist. Sadly, they didn't have females, or I would have gotten a Kinsley as well.
The second, I don't exactly have yert. It's a drawing of a dragon that my friend promised me--she's an amazing artist and I've seen some of the other dragon's she's drawn--they're freaking fantastic.
So, yeah. Basically, that's my update.

I need a job.

Honestly. I have two problems right now, both pertaining to the Starbucks Mocha Light Frappichino (I can't spell it) sitting in front of me.
The first is the nearly $5.00 price tag attached to it's deliciousness, which I, being thirteen and not having a job, cannot afford, especially due to the fact that I go here every other Saturday and order way to much coffee.
The second in the calorie count. Okay, now I officially feel like a stupid pre-teen obsessed with weight, but I need to drop about five pounds before June 24, because it's my grad and my dress is tight. I've gained about ten pounds between the time I got it (February?) and now (May). I'm not being unhealthy about it--for example, I've been doing about a hundred crunches a day and generally trying to eat more fruit--but still--my weakness is coffee drinks!
Stupid Starbucks. It's so wrong, and yet... it feels so right!

*Angry Mutters*

Stupid editing.
I've started on my edits of Misfits (My Script Frenzy novel). It's pretty bad, but not as bad as I would have though. Right now, I'm working on adding another subplot (they'll be the death of me yet!) and planning another novel, not to mention trying to think of am idea for NaNo. Basically, a lot of edits and planning and no writing... I kind of miss it :(
Ah, well... I can't wait to get my own Createspace.com copy, once I'm done the stupid edits in a few months :P
So, yeah. This was kind of a rambling progress report in which I got a chance to complain.
Happy writing!

Frustration

You know what I hate about writing the most? Naming the characters. Seriously. I have like ten random characters running around in my head. Nameless.
Hmph.

I'm That Bored

Yup. Still sick. Plus I finished all my homework, and my extra-credit math, and some review stuff... Yeah. I'm bored.
So, without further ado, I'm posting a list of people I would fan-girl over if I could ever meet them, in no particular order (note: some of them are dead):

- John Hughes
-Micheal Emerson
-J.K. Rowling
-Hugh Laurie
-The Rolling Stones
-Billy Talent
-Chris Baty
-Chris Colfer
-Lisi Harrison
-Kevin O'Leary

And this is just an abridged list.

In Sickness and in Health...

No, I'm not getting married.
I am, however, sick.
There is an upside and a downside to this.
The upside is that I'm staying home from school today, giving me ample time to work on my novel.
The downside is that my head feels like it's exploding, I have a fever, I was up all night last night, my throat is on fire, and I can't stop thinking of the schoolwork that I'm missing.
Interesting story, though:
Last night, at about eight, I was exhausted, so I took some NyQuil and went to bed. It wore off at about eleven and I woke up. I didn't get back to sleep until about three.
However, while I was awake, I was kind of... well, I guess the word would be either "hallucinating" or "daydreaming," though I think the first one works better, as I was completely awake and I knew I was in my bedroom. Anyways, I hallucinated that there was a war going on and soldiers were hiding in my room, though I couldn't fight because my stomach hurt so badly (seriously, I thought I was going to be sick) and all these people were laughing at me over it.
That really has nothing to do with anything. I just wanted to point out the craziness of hallucinations.

Winner!

Hooray! As you can see by the nifty web badge on the side, I have just validated my Frenzy, coming in at one hundred and fourteen pages.

... Well, I'm bored.

I'm not going to start editing for a month, so I suppose I'll have to keep myself busy with the novel I started to get to one hundred pages(my first one cut out at ninety four, so now I have the beginning of another one). Still, though--I'm feeling the letdown that comes after a big event.