NaNo Oh dear Jesus, I forgot to update.

Oh my God, you guys have got to hate me by now. It’s been, what? A few weeks since I’ve actually updated this thing? A month?

Holy crap.

Time has seriously flown by. And I let my poor little blog fall to the wayside.

Sorry, guys.

I promise to be better. Once a week I’m going to update this thing and let you guys know that, yes indeed, I am still alive and kicking. Well, alive anyway. I don’t know about the kicking part. Right now I kinda want to take a shot of Jameson’s and go to bed.

I be sleepy. I also be writing. And have a word count to maintain. Hopefully I can break 20k tonight. I’m pretty sure I can, I need food first, though.

Food.

That'll work.
That’ll work.

So, I have been busy. The first thing I have been busy with has been a brand new school.

BAM
BAM

I finally did it. I finally took the plunge and went to art school. Mum started the push, dad added some extra oomph, Accounting and Statistics were the classes that broke the camel’s back. I couldn’t take another 8 1/2 weeks of YouTube videos, teaching myself math. Instead, I’m spending 5 1/2 weeks learning not just how to be an artist, but how art actually works. Because that is a thing. I was a dumbASS in school. I thought I was better than art classes. I thought that I could learn everything I needed to know about art from a book. Because that’s what books are for.

Swear to God if the Doctor came to me in the TARDIS today and asked whenever I want to go, I would have him take me back to when I was a kid so I could beat the crap out of myself and force myself into art classes.

This is the most fun I’ve had in school. Ever. And in 2015, I’ll be graduating with a Bachelors of Science in Media Arts and Animation. And I’m so excited for it.

The next thing is that time of year again. That one month out of the year that turns writers into maniacs.

Double BAM.
Double BAM.

I’m 18k in. The story is shaping up a little at a time and my inner editor is bound and gagged, thanks to my writing partner/editor.
CAROUSEL is going to be one helluva ride. I hope. At the very least, I’ve got the ‘gotta’. I gotta see how the story is going to play out. Provided I can stay awake long enough tonight to get at least 4k written. I have to go above my normal word count because I don’t think tomorrow is going to be a writing day. Tomorrow is going to be a homework day. Because even in art school, one still has to write a report. On an artist.

Which is still awesome.

And now, my lovelies, I have to get something to eat or I think I might pass out on the keyboard.

I shall do more of the blogging thing this weekend. Because I just saw Thor 2 and it was awesome! And must needs reviewing, because, for whatever reasons, no matter how smart the leading lady is, she is still just a plot device for the bad guy.

The damsel in distress trope is not dead.

And it should be.

Toodles!

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8 thoughts on “NaNo Oh dear Jesus, I forgot to update.

  1. Yvonne Hertzberger says:

    I am so happy to hear that you are finally studying what you love. Yay!. Keep us posted as to how it all goes. BTW I have one more proof to approve and The Dreamt Child will be on-line. While math is your nemesis computers are mine. This part of the process, editing and re-loading, is what I find most challenging. Aaaaargh!

  2. Bubbe says:

    Kudos sweetie — for doing what’s right for you! When you work at something you love it’s said that it isn’t really work at all. And after my week I’ll join you in the Jameson’s! Do you think anyone at the birthday party today will notice if I slide under the dining table? Mega positive vibes for your NaNo efforts! Don’t forget to rest. šŸ™‚

    1. rjkeith says:

      Naaaaaaaaah. Hide it in a flask! Or, or, better yet, take a mini bottle with you and hide the alcohol in the cranberry juice! That party will never be so much more bearable as it is with Jameson’s and cranberry juice šŸ˜€

  3. ellamedler says:

    You’re doing well! I’m still just shy of 10k. So little time, so much to do! Congrats on your Art Course. Wish I had the brains to do what I liked rather than what circumstances pushed me into when I was eighteen. Still, we didn’t turn out bad. šŸ˜‰

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