Originally posted on Inkslayer’s Journey: “Write when you have something to say. Write when you don’t. Write everyday. Keep writing.” -Brian Clark
How…how could I do something so…so…awful. Forgetting one of the most important days of the year. I was wearing my Darth Vader shirt yesterday. I was doodling pictures of the brooding Kylo Ren. I was humming the theme song while brushing my teeth. How?
Thank goodness I remembered before the day was over. I have popcorn to make, gear to throw on, lines to quote!
I know, I’m a nerd. Blame my Dad.
I’ve been training to be a Jedi since I was 8 years old. Still haven’t mastered opening doors with my hands though, but I make really good light saber sound effects.
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Yesterday was…nuts. I don’t know how else to describe it. The whole moving process was really disorganized on the landlords part, so I wasn’t able to pick up the keys to my new apartment until 3 o’clock, and that’s when the rain started coming down pretty hard.
My Dad, Uncle, sister and I spent till around 5 o’clock trying to move everything in the rain. I’m glad my Uncle brought his truck over, because I don’t know how we would’ve lugged all that furniture around with all that rain beating down on us. Half the time I couldn’t see. I ended up taking my glasses off because it was blurrier with them on than off.
I feel bad for my Dad and Uncle because we had to go from my apartment which is two hours away from where I life, to my Nana’s to move the stuff outta the truck to my Dad’s car and then everyone had to drive home from there. It of course stopped raining when we got to my Nana’s…and the sun suddenly appeared.
“Curse you Canadian weather!”
It’s been a long time since I’ve walked around with my teeth chattering. Crawling into my childhood bed was probably the best feeling ever when I got home last night. We didn’t get here till 10…and spent time taking stuff out of the car and then lugging it up the stairs. It was a long, long day.
My sister and I didn’t eat anything till about 7 o’clock before we got to my Nana’s. I kept falling asleep in the truck. I’m still pretty tired actually. All I want to do right now is have a nice warm breakfast, and watch cartoons but all my muscles hurt. I think I’ll just waddle downstairs. I keep forgetting my parents have work…for some reason today feels like Saturday. Man…I really don’t want to go back to work just yet. I know I should start as soon as possible but I need a day or two. I went to bed with wet hair…just realized how smart that was…it’s still wet. Shoot. Oh well…I’m gonna go find some of my sweaters. I’m freezing.
My sister suggested I eat away my problems. I’m actually considering it right now. I haven’t had anything to eat all day…eating a bag of chocolate covered gummibears sounds pretty good right now.
Sooooo…I’m speechless right now. Went into my new apartment and the previous tenants trashed the place. It smells like weed and vomit. There are broken doorknobs and the fridge wasn’t cleaned out.
I don’t really know what to do. The painters are in there right now, they warned me about the mess. I just can’t understand why anyone would trash the place.
My landlord is MIA. No one can find him. He said we could pick up the keys at 10am. Now we can’t pick them up until 3pm.
I feel like he just threw me into a crappy apartment, and the reason why he only let us see the “show” apartment is because he knew that this one was disgusting.
At least the smell of fresh paint will cover up the smell. I actually want to throw up right now. Maybe I’ll buy a bucket load of those smelly…spray things…AIR FRESHNERS…and just spray the entire place. Open all the windows. Scrub the walls.
I washed my hands and put hand sanitizer on the moment I got out of there. I don’t know what to do…I’m just…why would you want to live in that mess? Seriously?
I can’t. Nope. I’m about ready to drop kick someone. God…why do people live like that? I mean, my older brother used to leave stuff everywhere in his room and in the basement. He was messy…I thought he was bad. Oh my God. I need to ask my mom for some of her masks and gloves. It smells so bad. I don’t wanna touch anything. I’m actually afraid of using the bathrooms. I don’t know what’s going to crawl out of the toilet.
Well…I guess…I’ll just…sit here and wait for my folks to show up…and I guess…I’ll just…yah…I don’t really know. I just…don’t know….
Well I finished packing sometime around 3am…and woke up at 6. I couldn’t seem to sleep. I’m full of all this energy right now. I’m just waiting for 10 o’clock to hit so that I can start moving into my new apartment.
My roommates parents just had the luxury of seeing me in my pajamas. Messy hair, baggy sweat pants and all. I didn’t know they were here. When I heard someone come in this morning I assumed it was my roommate by themselves. Ha…oh well. Isn’t the first time I’ve stumbled upon guests while still in my pajamas. Although wearing one of my Dad’s company shirts is a little awkward. I mean I did some temp work there before…but I don’t have any intention of working in the medical field.
My bedroom walls are bare. No colour in sight. I had drawings and posters all over the place, and now it’s just blank grey space. Oh well, it can be someone else’s canvas now. I’ve always wanted to paint and draw all over a wall in my house. Perhaps when I have my own place and won’t have to pay damages because I drew a random dinosaur on the wall.
I’m sooo hungry right now. I mean, lately I’ve been only having one meal a day. Yesterday I managed to get two meals in. Lucky me. I decided to go for one last poutine before heading home for the summer. Definitely a wise decision. Unfortunately all I have left to eat is apple sauce…but I packed away all my spoons. All I have is this cup of water…and an entire bag of candy. Sadly, my stomach can’t handle eating candy first thing in the morning.
I’m praying it doesn’t rain while we’re moving all this stuff, and loading up the car. I wanted to try to organize what was going home and what was staying here but I decided not to crowd the hallway with all of my stuff.
I honestly cannot wait to go home. All I want to do is sit down and write. I don’t know what day I’m gonna head back to work…I mean, technically I don’t want to go back but I need the money. Somehow I ended up blowing $100 the other day. Yah…apparently splitting the bill when I’m with my younger sister means that she pays $30 and I pay $100. Bye, bye birthday money. Least I still have $275 for my trip. Depending on how many shifts I get at work, I can probably earn that money back pretty quickly.
Seriously though…if they pull any of the stunts they have in the past I’m going to resign. I’m not putting up with the nonsense anymore. I can only bite my tongue for so long. I don’t want any unnecessary stress. I need this time off from school to finally come to terms with a lot of the stuff that’s happened over the past year. There’s a lot of stuff that I didn’t have time to properly deal with, that I need to take care of.
Well, it’s finally 9 am, so I think I’ll start getting dressed. I want to get my keys as soon as possible so that I can start moving the smaller stuff before my folks come to help. I don’t think they need to help me carry pillows and dishes around. Man…it’d be nice to have a car though. That’d make life easier. Who knows maybe I’ll end up with one by the end of the summer. I highly doubt it…with my bank account….maybe once I make some serious money.
Kind of sad that at my age most people don’t have cars, but by the time my Dad was my age, he had gone through 3.
I really wish I was editing right now but I don’t have time. I knew if I rummaged through my backpack and pulled out my rough draft that I’d be going at it, and the morning would zip by. I didn’t want to end up sitting on my mattress trying to type up three or four chapters and then have my Dad banging on the front door wondering where the heck I am.
Well…I guess I’ll start getting ready.
Till next time,
Only one more day until I move out of this apartment.
Then I’m off to work for the summer. Minimum wage…fun times. Won’t be for long though. Whahahahahaha! Oh yes…I have a master plan. A BRILLIANT PLAN!
This is why I shouldn’t blog after midnight.
I think I’ll go watch some TV…maybe that’ll help me fall asleep.
Earlier today I made it to the half-way point of my novel while editing. Actually…this is based upon page numbers and not the plot, but I’ve managed to get a good chunk done. My Dad couldn’t understand why I chose to write my novel by hand versus type it up. I just preferred to write this one out on paper. I find that it makes it easier for when I edit.
Not editing my novel while I was writing it was hard at first. I was tempted to go back and change certain scenes for the first while but eventually I got used to the idea of not editing while writing.
I made a change to a scene I’d wanted to scrap since I’d written it out. It had been bothering me since day one. I’m a little happier with the changes I made. There were aspects to the scene that I liked, so I attempted to work around them in order to create a different scene, which still helped move the plot along. It was really hard actually…at one point I thought about giving up on it and moving on to the next chapter. However, I managed to make it work.
Other than that scene, there have been scenes that I wish to add in, which I had either forgotten to include, or thought would be beneficial to add. As for changes being made, it’s mostly been within the dialogue in the more recent chapters I’ve edited. This is because when I had started the novel, the dialogue was extremely formal sounding. I really dislike it…it makes it unnatural. The newer chapters that were written between 2015-2016 have stronger dialogue. At least changing the wording isn’t too difficult. It’s definitely interesting to look at the differences between what I’ve edited and what the original says. Some are very minor differences, but they make a huge impact on the overall atmosphere within a scene. It’s really cool.
Anyways, I’ll be doing some more editing later. Hopefully I’ll finish by my deadline.
Till next time,
So last night I wrote my final exam of the school year. Thank God. I was ready to be done with my courses back in March. It felt like the year just kept dragging on.
Now that that’s over with I now have time to edit my novel and work on my own projects. My goal is to complete this first edit by next week. I’ve already finished a good chunk, and I figure if I create a schedule I’ll be able to finish by then.
Setting deadlines for myself is extremely helpful, because when I first began writing I couldn’t stop. It was as if no matter what I had to write. Ever since I put my first novel on hold, I’ve been writing in a more…staggered pattern. Usually bouncing between projects, or suddenly choosing to do work out of the blue. It may also have to do with the fact that I’m an English major and I’m being forced to read and write versus doing it because I find it enjoyable.
I’ve recently been asked if I’ve been compiling a list of beta readers and editors. At this time I have a very rough idea of people, however it isn’t set in stone. I decided early on that I wouldn’t ask until I was satisfied with my own edits. Once that’s done I’ll let other people review it.
My Mom attempted to peak at my writing during Easter. I don’t believe I have ever shown her my writing. I’m not sure if it is her taste, and also she tends to prefer reading non-fiction. I think I’ll let her read this novel…since honestly it is a hundred times better than the six book series I’d been working on back in the day…yikes.
Anyway, at this point in time I feel like I’m in the very early stages of editing. I’m trying to tweak the first half of the novel which was written in 2013 to fit my current writing. It can be a little tricky at times, because there are sentences I really like and then there are sentences that I completely tear apart and rearrange. I think when I had started the novel I was trying to work on being more descriptive. This was before I realized that I really enjoy writing dialogue, and began using that to push the story along versus dragging out scenes where I described the colour of the wall. Don’t get my wrong, I don’t dislike lengthy descriptions but unless describing the scene is significant to that particular passage I don’t see a point in making my readers go through “Charles Dickens–like” descriptions.
I’m not bashing Charles Dickens, I just scored one of his novels the other day for only a buck. I have a little collection of his work. Oliver Twist is still my favourite so far, but it might just be because I used to rent Oliver and Company from the library every Friday with my Mom when I was in kindergarten. Those were the good old days. How did my parents not see this coming? I mean, I preferred reading Curious George and Cat in The Hat over going to my swimming lessons. I’ve had a journal since the first grade. I started writing stories when I was like five years old…very interesting ones. Mostly about animals…and occasionally “zoom-bies” but hey, we all start somewhere.
Not to mention my Nana is a book lover, and so are my aunt and uncle on my Dad’s side. I’ve been exposed to people who love to read, and my Dad shares the same name as a well known author (yes he’s been asked to sigh books before).
Yah…how did they not see this? Then again it was my neighbour who told them to put me into music. I Guess the only thing they really noticed was my love for drawing. My Nana actually made a scrap book of drawings I made as a little kid. They’re not terrible.
Well…I have a few things I’d like to do this morning. They’re not exactly work related but I just wrote an exam last night I want to relax for a bit, before I decide to suddenly jump into editing. I’ll probably do a few chapters this afternoon. I also want to do a bit of sketching this weekend.
Well bye for now,