I was going to write something moving, beautiful and sad, but it didn't happen. Nowadays, nothing ever really happens. I'm not worried about it, but I do need someone to talk to. I have the perfect person in mind, but I just need to figure out how to approach her about it.
Well, crap. Nanowrimo sounded like such a great idea, but school just doesn't understand good ideas. I'm throwing in the towel, after getting four consecutive days behind; however, I've learned a few things about writing that I didn't really know before this.
I got a lot of writing done, but not much more than that happened. I still was able to keep myself from playing video games, and I finished all of my homework. Even though it is 2:00 a.m., I still think I will be able to make it through another day without too much trouble!
So, today I began writing, really writing, for the first time in months. I sat down with a plan and a dream, and started to type. I was able to get the entire first chapter drafted and down before I turned in for the night. I did a couple of things to help me write better, too.