First day, actually second.

Well, in my defense I started this on November 1, finished it at 3 in the morning on the second. I've got to be awake in a couple hours for class but hey, the lifeguards are in the pool right next to ours so at least someone will be pretty quick in fishing my unconscious body from the pool right? /horrible joke to make right now after doing this part in Impure Rubies.

I started with the first chapter, but had a scene from way later in my head all day so decided to get that out before it went away.

In preparation I read the Tear Jerker's page on TvTropes for One Piece. (Goddamn You Oda you magnificent Bastard you*sob*) and listened/watched this throughout writing this scene:



I need to be heading to sleep now, all this emoting is exhausting. Ruby's already conked out as well. She'll need a hug, and some spiked tea after she wakes up. (come to think of it I will too.)
Laters~

Atlantis' Destruction-Aftermath

Getting pumped for Nanowrimo!

Unfortunately I didn't have scanner access, so I decided to keep on plotting my "Impure Rubies" plot. *mwuahaha* While I was at it, also began to clean my super cluttered desk. I was forced to retreat to my bed to draw but now I can see the wood! 
And I took down anything not relating to my first novel, which was pretty much everything, but now I have space to stick luminescent orange notes to. :D 

On the other side of this small desk is where I do my artistic things, I've taken to using a clipboard.

And what I'm now frantically rereading, *all the while laughing to death*, favorite how-to book:

Excerpt from the back of the book: 

"What do you think of my fiction book writing?" the aspiring novelist extorted. 

"Darn," the editor hectored in turn. "I can not publish your novel! It is full of what we in the business call 'really awful writing.'"

"But how shall I absolve this dilemma? I have already read every tome available on how to write well and get published!" The writer tossed his head about, wildly.

"It might help," opined the blonde editor, helpfully, "to ponder how NOT to write a novel, so you might avoid the very thing!"

It makes me laugh and cringe in shame as I see some traits of that in my own writing, so I must be partly masochistic to keep rereading this. I love it though :3

And throughout all of this, I know I'll have the support of Mama Thug Cat. Who is smaller than a sofa cushion, but picks fights with my 200 something pound black Lab. And wins.

Seriously, if your dog is about the size of a housecat, she'll basically eat it alive.