You Do Your Own Time
Nov. 12th, 2009 | 12:02 pm
posted by: rhondaparrish in nanoljers
Feeling discouraged by the crazy-high word counts some people have? If you're one of those insane word count people, shoo for now. Really, over there, we're not going to spread rumors about you, but this post is not for you. It's for the rest of us. Those of us who are writing our 1,667 words, give or take, everyday. We're not pumping out 10,000 words a day, we've not passed the 50k finish line and we're certainly not aiming for 200,000 words. We think your goals are fantastic and worthy, but they aren't ours.
Our goals are different. We are trying to set a routine where we write every day regardless of the word count, or we want to reach 50,000 words in 30 days, or maybe we just want to make it to the end of the month with our sanity intact. These are all fantastic and worthy goals. No more or less awesome then the other goals people have. The problem with our goals is that we can become discouraged when we see other people's progress if it seems greater than ours.
In prison they say you do your own time. In NaNoLJers I'm saying, you write your own NaNo.
Competition is only helpful until it's not.
Sound lame or confusing? Bare(bear?) with me.
Partly, it's about proportion. If Fred has a word count goal of 200,000 words for the month of November he needs to write 6667 words a day. If your goal is 50,000 words you need to write 1,667. That means every one of your words is worth four of his. So if Fred writes 5,000 words and you write 2,000 you've made more progress toward your goal than he has.
How do you know what his goal is? You don't, that's why you need to write your own NaNo.
If you can use people's very high word counts as inspiration, please do, but if they are making you discouraged that's the opposite of helpful, so ignore them.
Seriously.
Sacrificing your own NaNo to tell someone with 150,000 words on day ten how great they're doing is stupid. They know they are doing great, if they don't, nothing you say can change that. It's okay to be selfish sometimes, and NaNoWriMo is one of those times.
Write your 1,667 words a day, or your 500 words a day, or whatever. Write your own NaNo and I'll see you at the end of the month. Whether you cross the finish line or not, I'll still buy you a virtual beer and we can talk about what we'll do differently/better next year. Because, there's always a next year.
Our goals are different. We are trying to set a routine where we write every day regardless of the word count, or we want to reach 50,000 words in 30 days, or maybe we just want to make it to the end of the month with our sanity intact. These are all fantastic and worthy goals. No more or less awesome then the other goals people have. The problem with our goals is that we can become discouraged when we see other people's progress if it seems greater than ours.
In prison they say you do your own time. In NaNoLJers I'm saying, you write your own NaNo.
Competition is only helpful until it's not.
Sound lame or confusing? Bare(bear?) with me.
Partly, it's about proportion. If Fred has a word count goal of 200,000 words for the month of November he needs to write 6667 words a day. If your goal is 50,000 words you need to write 1,667. That means every one of your words is worth four of his. So if Fred writes 5,000 words and you write 2,000 you've made more progress toward your goal than he has.
How do you know what his goal is? You don't, that's why you need to write your own NaNo.
If you can use people's very high word counts as inspiration, please do, but if they are making you discouraged that's the opposite of helpful, so ignore them.
Seriously.
Sacrificing your own NaNo to tell someone with 150,000 words on day ten how great they're doing is stupid. They know they are doing great, if they don't, nothing you say can change that. It's okay to be selfish sometimes, and NaNoWriMo is one of those times.
Write your 1,667 words a day, or your 500 words a day, or whatever. Write your own NaNo and I'll see you at the end of the month. Whether you cross the finish line or not, I'll still buy you a virtual beer and we can talk about what we'll do differently/better next year. Because, there's always a next year.
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Nov. 13th, 2009 | 12:07 am
posted by: achromaticsoul in poems
with your most
silent touch
whispering
on my skin
tiny wings flutter
inside me
wafting a scent
so secret
even us two
can never share
silent touch
whispering
on my skin
tiny wings flutter
inside me
wafting a scent
so secret
even us two
can never share
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Nov. 13th, 2009 | 03:58 am
posted by: the_lastresort in emolyrics
Like I said
Leave your baggage at the back door
I'm leaving you the way I think it should be
We're always pulling into spaces that we can't back out of
Starting fights we can't talk our way out of them
How does it feel to be on the receiving end of this one?
I'm halfway there and it's all on me
This is what I get for wanting more, for wanting more
This is the way it's got to be
Dancing on all these changes
So I walk around with this rope in my hand
So I'll tie it around and around, and around
I'll tie me down
Leave your baggage at the back door
I'm leaving you the way I think it should be
We're always pulling into spaces that we can't back out of
Starting fights we can't talk our way out of them
How does it feel to be on the receiving end of this one?
I'm halfway there and it's all on me
This is what I get for wanting more, for wanting more
This is the way it's got to be
Dancing on all these changes
So I walk around with this rope in my hand
So I'll tie it around and around, and around
I'll tie me down
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Nov. 12th, 2009 | 01:57 pm
posted by: godseye_journal in nanoljers
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nanowrimo.
Is there anything ONLINE that functions like yWriter? Meaning, that allows you to skip between scenes and edit them together later?
I'm not able to use my personal computer now so it'd be nice to have something similar online.
Thanks for the help.
(p.s. normally I'm![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif)
natane. I'm on the journal I'm writing in. Haha.)
nanowrimo.Is there anything ONLINE that functions like yWriter? Meaning, that allows you to skip between scenes and edit them together later?
I'm not able to use my personal computer now so it'd be nice to have something similar online.
Thanks for the help.
(p.s. normally I'm
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Announcements and Schtuff
Nov. 12th, 2009 | 11:30 am
posted by: rhondaparrish in nanoljers
In order to save your friend's list I'm going to try to combine a few posts into one here LOL Please at least skim read it :)
First of all, congratulations toalienatedduck who won the Remembrance Day sprint with an inhuman total of 21,026 words. Remember kids, don't try this at home. 'grats dude, that's awesome. You won user icons for a year or 6 months of paid LJ time (donated by bdwilson ) I'm sure she'll be in touch, she tends to be 'at the ready' :)
Next, I'm still waiting for word counts from Clio from last weekend's word war with Calliope. If I don't have them by tomorrow morning, I'm sorry but I'm going to have to declare Calliope the winner by default. There are prizes that need to be awarded.
But wait, there's more!
This weekend sees two more word wars. One for individuals on Saturday and Sunday and one over Friday, Saturday and Sunday between teams Erato and Calliope.
November 13, 14 & 15
Word War Two: Team Erato vs Team Calliope
The team with the most words written between 12:01am November 12th and 11:59pm November 15th wins. Last year Calliope won by a hair, will they be able to have a repeat performance this year?
Team reporters I will need your numbers (individual and team totals) for up to and including Thursday night. Clio you too please :) I know you're not in this word war, I need the numbers just so we can see how everyone is doing in relation to one another.
~ Prize Donation Page ~ NaNo Advice Thread ~ Events and Prizes ~ Write or Die ~ Dropbox ~ Word Wars ~
First of all, congratulations to
alienatedduck who won the Remembrance Day sprint with an inhuman total of 21,026 words. Remember kids, don't try this at home. 'grats dude, that's awesome. You won user icons for a year or 6 months of paid LJ time (donated by bdwilson ) I'm sure she'll be in touch, she tends to be 'at the ready' :)Next, I'm still waiting for word counts from Clio from last weekend's word war with Calliope. If I don't have them by tomorrow morning, I'm sorry but I'm going to have to declare Calliope the winner by default. There are prizes that need to be awarded.
But wait, there's more!
This weekend sees two more word wars. One for individuals on Saturday and Sunday and one over Friday, Saturday and Sunday between teams Erato and Calliope.
November 13, 14 & 15
Word War Two: Team Erato vs Team Calliope
The team with the most words written between 12:01am November 12th and 11:59pm November 15th wins. Last year Calliope won by a hair, will they be able to have a repeat performance this year?
Team reporters I will need your numbers (individual and team totals) for up to and including Thursday night. Clio you too please :) I know you're not in this word war, I need the numbers just so we can see how everyone is doing in relation to one another.
~ Prize Donation Page ~ NaNo Advice Thread ~ Events and Prizes ~ Write or Die ~ Dropbox ~ Word Wars ~
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Nov. 12th, 2009 | 11:38 am
posted by: dzednconfused in emolyrics
Lately I've been wishing I had one desire
Something that would make me never want another
Something that would make it so that nothing matters
All would be clear then.....
Something that would make me never want another
Something that would make it so that nothing matters
All would be clear then.....
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Day 12 Word Counts and Excerpts
Nov. 12th, 2009 | 11:25 am
posted by: rhondaparrish in nanoljers
Please share your word counts and excerpts for day twelve here once you've finished writing for the day.
~ Prize Donation Page ~ NaNo Advice Thread ~ Events and Prizes ~ Write or Die ~ Dropbox ~ Word Wars ~
~ Prize Donation Page ~ NaNo Advice Thread ~ Events and Prizes ~ Write or Die ~ Dropbox ~ Word Wars ~
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Nov. 12th, 2009 | 11:49 am
posted by: theunmovedmover in emolyrics
I like my latitude.
cross town train to you.
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Nov. 12th, 2009 | 10:39 am
posted by: lorilynelessar in emolyrics
To the love I left my conscience pressed
Through the keyholes I watched you dress
Kiss and tell
(Loose lips sink ships)
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Nov. 12th, 2009 | 09:05 am
posted by: icecreamhdaches
Happy Birthday, icecreamhdaches ♥
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Nov. 12th, 2009 | 12:46 am
posted by: depressedskull in falloutboylove
I am moving soon and I have a few things left over that I do not want and so I am selling them.
cds: $10
posters ; $6 besides the sign one maybe $15
shirt: $20 size jr l. would fit a girl small/med.
These prices aren't set, if you really want something we can def talk and work something out!! Just let me know. Shipping will be $5 or less. Thanks for looking. xoxo
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cds: $10
posters ; $6 besides the sign one maybe $15
shirt: $20 size jr l. would fit a girl small/med.
These prices aren't set, if you really want something we can def talk and work something out!! Just let me know. Shipping will be $5 or less. Thanks for looking. xoxo
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Nov. 12th, 2009 | 09:58 pm
posted by: the_lastresort in emolyrics
Wait, I watched you throw out your bouquet
Now I think about you everyday
I'm alone now in my bed
And there's a lake
And at the bottom you'll find all my friends
They don't swim cause they're all dead
We never are what we intend or invent
Cause I make little lies and then I pull them apart
Think something dark's living down in my heart
And if I wanted to die before I got old
I should've started some years ago digging that hole
Now I think about you everyday
I'm alone now in my bed
And there's a lake
And at the bottom you'll find all my friends
They don't swim cause they're all dead
We never are what we intend or invent
Cause I make little lies and then I pull them apart
Think something dark's living down in my heart
And if I wanted to die before I got old
I should've started some years ago digging that hole
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Nov. 12th, 2009 | 09:57 pm
posted by: the_lastresort in emolyrics
Turn around there's those eyes again.
Turn around fake indifference and I
Watch their cold, dark silhouettes disappear.
A hundred bodies fill this room.
And all their faces overdone.
Pain is foreign, foreign to us.
I don't even know you.
You won't even know I'm gone.
Was it something I did wrong?
Roses, roses cold.
Roses, roses sold out.
Turn around fake indifference and I
Watch their cold, dark silhouettes disappear.
A hundred bodies fill this room.
And all their faces overdone.
Pain is foreign, foreign to us.
I don't even know you.
You won't even know I'm gone.
Was it something I did wrong?
Roses, roses cold.
Roses, roses sold out.
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Clandestine Blog Update
Nov. 12th, 2009 | 06:25 am
posted by: icecreamhdaches
Trust me, it’s really, really dope in person, but still wanted to post early approval pics.
November 23rd, Death of Neon.
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Pete Twitters
Nov. 12th, 2009 | 06:20 am
posted by: icecreamhdaches
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Joe Twitters
Nov. 12th, 2009 | 06:18 am
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Andy Twitters
Nov. 12th, 2009 | 06:17 am
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Nov. 12th, 2009 | 03:12 am
posted by: invadent in freewriters
there is an acid in my intestine that feels like an ulcer and causes a stinging sensation in my ear
tomorrow i wil rest for many hours and try not think about what i'm doing
when rest is painful is it rest?
tell me doctor, who is my body? why does she betray me? why am i not her? why have i had such a time trying to identify with her? why is she more of a she than me just because of her sexual organs? why do those organs betray her (and me) by rebelling against their own futility caused by my choice not to utilitze them to their fullest or part potential? why do i watch those reality shows about rabbits disguised as humans? doctor, why are you calling my mom? we don't talk anymore without awkwardness. sometimes menopause and periods come up as conversational pieces because they're fifty percent universal. mom has great advice about lower back pain but doesn't know what i should do about the vomiting. try not eating, she thinks but does not say because it sounds too ridiculous and possibly dangerous. even though it's awkward when mom and i talk, it would still break her heart if i were to die before her. i hope that does not happen - for her sake. i still care about the sake of her. she is my mother. i've heard child birth is wretchedly painful. i enjoy life. it's kind of cool and miraculous. thanks, mom. oh yes, doctor, what does talking to myself indicate? am i healthy? i would like to go to an authentic country bar and sqaure dance with a bunch of people who don't care that i don't know how to square dance save the grape vine and think i'm cute. it can be sexy-cute or kid-cute; i just want to feel affection when i'm square dancing in an authentic square dancing bar for the first time. can this be arranged before i die, doctor? doctor, you went to school with my friend, bushra. that scares me. it makes me think that you're fallible and not celestial. i would like celestial intervention durring my departure also durring my stay. do i go through you to arrange this or are there other channels? doctor? why are you undressing me? why are you draping my skin accross the nightshade? what will your wife say? will your children understand why you spend more time with your hands inside other worlds than you do teaching them to play baseball noncompetitively?
tomorrow i wil rest for many hours and try not think about what i'm doing
when rest is painful is it rest?
tell me doctor, who is my body? why does she betray me? why am i not her? why have i had such a time trying to identify with her? why is she more of a she than me just because of her sexual organs? why do those organs betray her (and me) by rebelling against their own futility caused by my choice not to utilitze them to their fullest or part potential? why do i watch those reality shows about rabbits disguised as humans? doctor, why are you calling my mom? we don't talk anymore without awkwardness. sometimes menopause and periods come up as conversational pieces because they're fifty percent universal. mom has great advice about lower back pain but doesn't know what i should do about the vomiting. try not eating, she thinks but does not say because it sounds too ridiculous and possibly dangerous. even though it's awkward when mom and i talk, it would still break her heart if i were to die before her. i hope that does not happen - for her sake. i still care about the sake of her. she is my mother. i've heard child birth is wretchedly painful. i enjoy life. it's kind of cool and miraculous. thanks, mom. oh yes, doctor, what does talking to myself indicate? am i healthy? i would like to go to an authentic country bar and sqaure dance with a bunch of people who don't care that i don't know how to square dance save the grape vine and think i'm cute. it can be sexy-cute or kid-cute; i just want to feel affection when i'm square dancing in an authentic square dancing bar for the first time. can this be arranged before i die, doctor? doctor, you went to school with my friend, bushra. that scares me. it makes me think that you're fallible and not celestial. i would like celestial intervention durring my departure also durring my stay. do i go through you to arrange this or are there other channels? doctor? why are you undressing me? why are you draping my skin accross the nightshade? what will your wife say? will your children understand why you spend more time with your hands inside other worlds than you do teaching them to play baseball noncompetitively?
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Sooo...
Nov. 12th, 2009 | 02:14 am
location: sleeping...almost
mood: 
blah
music: hum of the computer
posted by: sharpisignature in fobficfinder
Sorry but does anyone have the link for a Patrick/Travis story. They were recording, everyone left besides Patrick, who often stays late. Travis comes back then they have sex in the recording booth i think. Any ideas?
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Distant One (first love)
Nov. 12th, 2009 | 01:19 am
posted by: marshismyname in poems
Good evening gracious scribe
Mourning bells sent you here
Are you so lonesome
As to embrace the song in heart?
A true story unfolds
A true woman astray
The one you never knew
Before some failing partnership
Was it eight years ago?
Sad baby wade through more
Embrace the un-manifest dream
If faith be true she's yours
Her images feed my eyes
Because her eyes are as I
I am acquainted with misguidance
But the truth lied solely in her
If she knew the hours of sleep you lost
The aching lines of desire within
She would grasp your contact's urgency
Nevertheless, she doesn't know
I will pray for you
For true love to every soul
I will pray for awakening
In the arms of my dearest distant one
Mourning bells sent you here
Are you so lonesome
As to embrace the song in heart?
A true story unfolds
A true woman astray
The one you never knew
Before some failing partnership
Was it eight years ago?
Sad baby wade through more
Embrace the un-manifest dream
If faith be true she's yours
Her images feed my eyes
Because her eyes are as I
I am acquainted with misguidance
But the truth lied solely in her
If she knew the hours of sleep you lost
The aching lines of desire within
She would grasp your contact's urgency
Nevertheless, she doesn't know
I will pray for you
For true love to every soul
I will pray for awakening
In the arms of my dearest distant one