The End: Novel Update

November 29th, 2013 I began writing this novel. At the time I had been taking a break from writing, as I’d been going through serious writers block. Then I came up with an entirely new story, that was begging to be written. Today, November 29th, 2016 I completed this novel…and after working on it for the last three years I don’t know what to do with myself.

I mean, it is broken up into three books, so I can begin working on part two but…whoa. Three years of my life. I wonder how much my writing style has changed between the first and last paragraphs. I wrote two-hundred and forty pages. Well then. That’s neat.

I don’t know how to react right now. I randomly started tearing up, and now I feel like running around and shouting to the heavens, “I did it! I finished!”

To think I’d had serious writers block before starting this novel. It was at the beginning of the 9th grade, and I’d written six books in a series. I was trying to edit them all…and I’d realized that there were too many loose ends and a lot of things that needed work. While I was editing them, I kept trying to start other novels and I’d write a couple of chapters and then give up. It was horrible. Then I fell in love with the idea of this novel, simply because of an image from a dream I had. The novel haunted me. I tried to push it out of my head but it needed to be written. Now it is finally finished…whoa. This is so weird.

I have such mixed feelings right now. I managed to reach my goal. I just thought it would be cool to finish on the same day that I’d started, I guess determination is really…important. Now I feel like I can accomplish anything. I’m going to begin editing this as soon as all of my essays are done. This is so awesome.

 

Whoa…I feel like I’m all over the place right now. I just read a bit of the first page and I was like “Wow…my writing has gotten a lot better. Thank you creative writing courses.” This is just too much for me to take in right now.

Especially since I was having such a hard time earlier this year and over the summer. I’d felt as though I’d barely had any time to write this year but I still managed to reach my goal.

For those of you still working away at your novels, keep going. Even if it takes you three or four years to complete a work, the feeling when you’ve finished…I can’t explain it but it is wonderful. I haven’t felt like this since the day I finished writing my first book.

This is just awesome. Okay…goodbye for now.

–R.

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I DID IT! :D *insert fire works*

So I completed that story I had to write for class this week. I read it yesterday and my class seemed to find it really funny, which was good.

Originally I was trying to be very serious with my story…and then I got extremely frustrated and kept scrapping every version of it I wrote. I rewrote it 4 times…yah….

Then Thursday came and I had nothing done. I was freaking out on my way to my first class this morning. Then I was late to class because I went to one building on campus and realized then that my class was in a building off campus. So I had to take the bus to my class, but my professor didn’t comment on my being late and I didn’t interrupt the discussion or anything…thank God.

So after class I went home and had lunch right? And then I went to my next class….

And then I came home and was like “Yah I’m gonna write this thing. I’ve got two hours before my next class.” I got to my apartment and I realized that I had lost my key. HOORAY! So I texted my roommates and rang on the doorbell just in case they were around. Both of them happened to be out and wouldn’t be back for several hours…yay!

I decided the best thing to do was to wander around until my next class and then try to find my key after the class was over. So my dad suggested I spend the two hours trying to write something for my class.

Maybe it was because I was extremely stressed out? I’m not really sure…but I managed to actually write something that I could smile about. I didn’t get to finish it before class but after class my roommate let me into the apartment and I worked on my story until it was finished. I met all the requirements that I was given and I was a happy camper…but I was extremely hungry from walking around all day because before I wrote my story I searched the entire campus for my key.

Anyway, I finished the story that was stressing my out! My class laughed pretty hard because at the end of the story my character was extremely hungry and decided to make a sandwich. Which is what I did when I finished writing it. Instead of doing a very serious story, I wrote a comedy to relieve my stress.

So yah! I might post the story a little later. At the moment I’m going to go look out my window because I hear loud music…and I’ve done nothing all day. I also need to make dinner for myself. But yah!

I DID IT! Sometimes when life knocks you down…it’s so you can do something totally great and unexpected.

— R.

Work, Work, Work…

Lately it feels like all I do is go to work and sleep the moment I get home. I enjoy working (most days) and I don’t want to complain but it’s a lot. Some days are really good and other days I can’t wait to go home and relax. It depends on the mood of my managers that day.

If they’re not snapping at us we’re all feeling good by the end of our shifts. I don’t want to go home complaining to my family about a bad day at work. I’d rather talk about how much fun it was, the people I got to interact with and the stuff I got to do.

Obviously this isn’t my dream job but I have to do this kind of stuff until I get to that point. I work so that I don’t have to settle. Sometimes life forces you to do things that you may not like until you can do something that you love.

I figure, it’s a summer job I might as well make the best of it and take a deep breath on those odd days where my managers are snapping at me. Personally, I work much better when you use a kind and constructive tone. I’m not one to talk back to someone of authority (unless they’re out of line) because they snapped at me for something but seriously? I’d appreciate it if they could learn to relax. If you’re going around stressing out over everything and stomping your feet, not only do your employees notice but so do you customers. If you put your employees into that same bad mood, you’ll put your customers in a bad mood.

Also, it looks really bad on your company when you snap at your employees in front of a customer.

I was going to go into more detail about the managers at my work but…I realized that it probably isn’t the best idea. I mean yah I use a pen name and it’s not like any of you guys know where I work but still. It just doesn’t feel right. I don’t talk about work on facebook so I’m not going to rant about it on here. Besides I don’t want to disrespect anyone, even if they did get on my nerves a couple of times. I have no right to do that.

Anyway, works been busy…and occasionally it’s a bit stressful. Honestly, I’m still trying to get my editing done. I’m just tired all the time. I don’t know why. I’m going to bed after I post this. I just hate not updating you guys every few days.

Okay I need to get to bed…I keep yawning. I’ve been tired since 7 o’clock this morning.

I seriously need to work on my novel though.

Oh yah!

Happy Birthday to my cousin!

We’re exactly 9 months and 1 day apart…he’s older. Anyways happy birthday man! Hope you’ve been having a blast in Europe…you lucky duck.

Wish I was in Europe right now…. or at least Nova Scotia. I really want to travel around Canada. I’ve been as far as Quebec. One of my favourite books take place in Nova Scotia. It’s a sad story but…I don’t know, something about it was heart warming…touchy feely stuff. I don’t know how to describe it. I just enjoyed reading it. I’ve read it like three times. I even redrew the cover. There are a few novels that are based in Canada that I really enjoy. Yes, I’ve read Anne of Green Gables. Watch the shows too. I think I watch more Canadian shows versus the books.

Murdoch is my show, don’tcha know.

God, why am I such a nerd?

Okay bye! I start rambling when I’m tired or hyper…never eat pork chops before bed. Oh no…oh no…she didn’t. I think my mom gave away my stuffed piglet from when I was like a baby and like my nana and I fixed it up because it’s belly button came off and….and I love that piglet…I named it Pinky because I’m so original…and also because I had this bear, rattle that was actually my sisters but I kind of jacked it…I named that Pinky and then that disappeared…and oh no…oh God please no….

…I have an attachment to certain old toys. I want to share them with my kids that’s all…except I don’t know how to explain this to my future spouse. I guess I’ll figure it out when the time comes…or they could just open up my bedroom closet and find a bunch of novels that I’ve written, stuffed animals and a mess of clothes.

I need to clean my room…seriously. Like I was going to clean it in April. Then my parents kept giving me all these clothes that I washed…and most of them are winter clothes and…like…now I have no room for anything. I should’ve just moved into my brother room two years ago like my dad said but I got attached to my room because it has green walls and messed up heating and a broken window and…smells like weird. My room has this smell…it smells like someone squirted lemon juice in here actually.

I hate the smell of dry shampoo…

Okay operation find my piglet…never mind. I have a feeling that I’m not going to find him. He’s lost… there goes another piece of my childhood. Actually maybe he’s with my nieces toys in the play pen….brb….no sign.  Maybe my mom hasn’t given away that bag of toys yet. Or my piglet is seriously gone. My mom just throws stuff out without even asking people. She doesn’t consider peoples feelings or anything she’s just like “Oh junk. Better get rid of it.” however some of that junk has significance to the rest of us mom! She’s not a very sentimental person. She could improve on that… I wouldn’t throw out her purse because I thought it was junk. Bad example but she doesn’t hold onto anything but her wedding accessory thingys. Like the gloves and what not.

Oh yah it’s wedding season…. Wedding season.

Man, someone in my family needs to get married. I have all these older cousins and they’re all like “Oh…maybe not right now.” I want to go to a wedding. If they don’t get married before I do, they’ll lose it. I know this for a fact. I want to get married young though, so…it’s totally possible. Kind of need to find someone first. I’ve been looking but not making any real progress. I’m not really sure how this flirting thing works. I’ve never dated…. the closest thing I’ve had to a romantic relationship was 10th grade when my friend and I had a thing but they kind got taken by someone else…and we didn’t talk for 2 years for no reason at all. They just cut me off…and it hurt. Only heart break I’ve had. Woo! Favourite year of high school though. I grew a lot.

Ugh…I gotta pay rent soon.

This is so long…I’m not even really talking about anything except my life. Here guys, here’s my life story. Enjoy!

If you get to the end of this, leave a comment because like…wow. That is some serious dedication. When you read something, you finish it.

Well it’s late. My stomachs settled. My heads full of thoughts and yep…I have to work this weekend…like I do every weekend.

I’m going to go curl into a ball and drool on my pillow while I sleep….never used to drool. Before I smiled in my sleep, now I drool and dream about…a lot of things. During my nap I dreamt about work, and how I got a discount on everything. And my donut became an oreo ice cream sandwich…and my pizza was cold.

My work doesn’t sell donuts or pizza…so when I woke up I was like “Wait a second!”

I hate dreaming about work. It’s like…I wanna dream about happiness and sunshine not being late for work or ordering food! I don’t want to dream about being at school… honestly I sometimes enjoy those dreams where I’m on a date with someone. I know how to flirt in my dreams. I’m such a player when I’m in dreamland…in reality I just try not to say something stupid and try not to blush.

The other day this really good looking person came into my work and I had to take their order…and I got flustered.

I also noticed that I read numbers backwards a lot. I don’t know why…I’m not going to say anything to my parents about it though. It’s not really a big deal. I used to write my name backwards all the time. I’m left handed so…I guess maybe that’s why. It’s why I find it easy to go back and forth between reading a manga and a novel. It’s also why I smudge most of my drawings… I wonder if this could be the reason why I struggled with math in elementary school? Honestly, I just…did things differently and the way I did it was “wrong.” I used to point out patterns and I’d find really weird things in the question and point it out versus giving the actual answer…. either I honestly didn’t know what I was doing or I was like a super genius.

I also never showed my work. So in high school I started to draw and write my work. Then I got like 80’s in math….and then I got really bad teachers.

Dear Grade 9 math teacher, you were the most amazing math teacher I have ever had. You taught me that everyone learns things differently, and that when we walk people through our answers, it helps them to understand our thinking better. Also, you let me and my friends eat in your class because you were pregnant. Plus you were super funny and the only math teacher I ever understood.

Thank you for existing.

–R.

Lol…she really was a great teacher. High school was full of great teachers. Universities got them too.

Okay night….sorry for such a long post. I just think a lot.

I totally wrote an epic postery today. I’m sorry…I’m a nerd. I’ll stop now.