Psychotic Timelord

I haven’t posted in a while, I guess my life has been pretty hectic recently.

We’ve had the week off school (half-term) and yet, I’ve had even less spair time than when I’m at school! It’s a sign people. Either way, I haven’t updated any FF stories or my FP story and I feel kind of guilty about it. :(

Even worse still, NaNoWriMo begins...TOMORROW! My readers are going to hate me. I’m struggling to update regularly now, let alone when trying to write 50k words in the cold month of November. I’m still excited for it though. The plot idea I’ve got has been festering within my mind for a long, long time and I’m bouncing to finally get it down on paper...well, graphical paper anyway. *pats screen* I have my main character names, their basic background and personalities and the basic plot all written down within my new notebook. I still have a problem with what they look like, which I hope to sort out today. I’ll probably browse thousands of pictures all over the web until one screams, “Oh, oh! Pick me! I’m so totally Ayden!” Said-name is one of the main characters.

I also haven’t decided whether to write a prologue, if I do, it’ll be very short. It’ll be the only big hint towards the ending in the whole story and it’s kind of necessary, but I may just have short italic paragraphs at the end of each chapter that gives a clue. Hmm. Who knows?

I’m depressed to find out that David Tennant will only be filming one more series of Doctor Who. Tennant, way before he even started Doctor Who, had always been an actor that I hated outrageously, yet loved at the same time. We have a strange relationship. I’m kind of relieved to see him go, and stop bothering me every Saturday night, but at the same time I’m deeply saddened. He was, in my opinion, the best Doctor so far (including the old ones of my mum’s generation), but it’s rumoured James Nesbitt could be his replacement, which sounds awesome. I love Nesbitt, he always has this psycho look going on which sends thrills up my spine (terror thrills) which is why I loved him in the BBC production of Jekyll and Hyde. Of course, a psychotic-looking Timelord might not be a great idea, but we’ll all adjust.

Hmm. I wonder if Timelord is one word, or two...

Inspiration

Writer's block? Psh. I have braindead...ness. *wiggles eyebrows*
I always take things one step further, don't I?
Inspiration, for me, comes in many, many, many forms, everything from television, magazines, newspapers and songs. An old lady on the street could inspire me, but for once in my life, I am stumped.
I have a great idea (if I do say so myself) for my NaNoWriMo story, but my problem is how to get the protagonist to meet her "love interest". He's perverted, sarky, bossy, demented and so out of this world, literally. I don't want to say too much, as this will be posted on Fiction Press, but I can't think of a dramatic meeting for them. I'm tempted to do a bus scene, having the protagonist on a last-of-the-night ride, scared out of her wits and fearing every male being to be a rapist. Enter "love interest". It's different, I guess, and makes the protagonist fear him straight off, which I want, but it's not quite there yet. Who knows? I have a week before my fingers need to start typing.

Anyway, I've been listening to my writing songs for inspiration, and I wanted to know what type of songs get your clogs whirring? For me personally, it's the cheesy love songs from the 70s, 80s and 90s. But recently, Billy Joel seems to be my inspiration, especially his song "For The Longest Time". Have a listen, it's a great song!



Much love.

NaNoWriMo

The craze that is hitting the world: NaNoWriMo.

I take pride in being an individual, to the somewhat crazy point where I'll purposely do something that no one else does, just to be different, but NaNoWriMo is a craze I must simply follow.

I'm crying on the inside, honest.

I have a new plot idea that's developing in my head so fast that I just have to write it down before I decide the ending and the excitement is gone. NaNoWriMo seemed like a reasonable perscription to my absurd mind, and so I'm doing it. Final.

I know FF followers will kill me, or worse, EAT ME!!! but it's something I feel I have to do. Apologies. I'll still update as often as I can, I promise this won't be the last you'll see of Edward and Bella, stuck in college life or stuck in London, with drinking problems *looks at Bella*, but updates may be slower. I've set a target of updating at least once a week for both stories, especially as The Chase is so near to finishing, so don't be too mad. ^^

In other news, my nan was taken into hospital yesterday. I don't know the full details but it's in regards to her heart. She's having an ECG today, well she probably already has, so we'll know what's going on hopefully. I'm not too worried though, I doubt she'll be relieving us yet.

I'm joking.

We're a bunch of fighters, so I know she'll survive.

Anyway, I've started the long-awaited chapter twenty-three of The Chase, but I'm a little braindead on it. I've had Bella pour her heart out to the girls, but otherwise, I'm stumped. I'm tempted to have a boys' night in version, seeing as they're all deligated to one floor. Girlfriend comparisons anyone? XD

Much love.

Life's a Dream

Have you ever had one of those deep-in-thought moments, where you become rather philosophical about your life?

Every now and then, when I find myself entirely lost in my thoughts, I wonder if this is all there is to life. Surely there must be more out there? Sometimes, I wonder if I’m even human or if this reality which I see is simply a great figment of my imagination, and that when my life ends, when I’m on my death bed, instead of going to heaven or being reincarnated, I’ll actually just wake up in some alien-like body with my alien-like parents staring at me because I’d been screaming. Or the equivalent of what alien-like things do. My whole life, as I knew it, would be a dream. It’s a somewhat scary thought, to suddenly wake up one day and find out everything I knew as reality was just my imagination. No humans, no Earth, no friends. It’s enough to give a girl nightmares. And Dorothy thought she had it hard!

I don’t know if it’s just me, but if it is, then apologies guys. I think I need a shrink.

For those who actually give a codswallop (man, that’s an odd word) I’ll be trying to update The Effects of Alcohol over the weekend, as long as my teachers don’t give me too much homework. The Chase is going to take a bit longer because I’ve run out of ideas for that one. And When Crap Doesn’t Cover It? I don’t even know.

Wedding

So, the other day I went to my best friend's mum's wedding reception and was pissed beyond belief. I actually had no alcohol because I'm not 18 yet, but usually I get away as older than my real age of 16, but I forgot that the groom was a copper and that, funnily enough, all his friends were too. So obviously, I couldn't buy alcohol underage with a building full of policemen. That's like confessing to murder really. So, somehow I got absolutely hammered without drinking. Perhaps an explosive sugar high?

I re-met my friend's brothers (she has four of them) and my, oh my, two of them certainly have grown up. I've never fancied a friend's brother before, but these two older ones were, for lack of better words, HAWT! The younger one is eighteen whilst the older one is twenty (I think) and they are so good looking. They're both blonde, which puzzles me as I've never been fond of blonde males, but these two...Wow, my heart was pumping. I was so glad I'd bought the new dress, it was white and finished high on my thigh with a pair of black tights and some white dolly shoes. If I do say so myself, I looked pretty smexay. Lawl. It's the first time I felt really pretty && confident at the same time. So I was at my best. The younger one is pretty quiet, always has been, so I didn't speak to him much except when I asked for lighter to re-light our candle. The older brother though, I spoke with a lot and we flirted a bit. Not much because my friend would notice and I'm not sure but I think she'd be angry with me. Who knows? He came up to me and said goodbye though when they left, despite having said goodbye already when his sister was about. I thought it was cute, so I'm not sure if he likes me too. Meh. Nothing would ever happen really seeing as his sister is my best friend. She might kill me.

Speaking of which, she's moving away in two weeks to go to some prestigious riding school. So I'll miss her then. It's only her moving, so when she comes to visit her family during the holidays, it means I'll still see her then.

College Sucks

Yes, college really does suck!

Why you ask? Because I have been attending Sixth Form College for, what a month now? and since that first day it has been nothing but work, work and more work! Why?! I've been set an unbelievable amount of homework every single night and I'm tired of it, I'm sick and tired but mostly I'm just dead from it.

I've got my Dad saying "Get a damn job you lazy child" and I've got my Mum saying "Concentrate on your homework, Hanner, not money." How can I please everyone and myself? I have no social life, no relaxing time and no job, which means barely any money!

My best friend is moving away in October and I'm depressed over it, I have a wedding to attend this weekend but I can't afford to buy a dress for the occassion AND I've got to organise a leaving party for said-best friend in less than two weeks! And I've got to find the money to pay for everything!

My life is offically over. My teacher are cruel, my parents don't understand and I'm at my wits end.

I really want to be updating my stories on both Fan Fiction and Fiction Press but I never have the time. My boyfriend hardly ever sees me because when I have no homework, he does and when he doesn't, I do! It's ridiculous! How can the teachers expect us to be able to cope? HOW?!

Gr. Man, I'm ranting and raving today. Oh well.

So, sorry for my readers, but I can't update. Got a problem with that? Then speak to my college, not me.

- Hanner