NaNoWriMo!
I actually started this year, yes. Everything already utterly sucks (and I'm only at 3,000 words, heh) but I'm hoping that tackling the concept of this story will help me put it into perspective so I can eliminate boring descriptions and just let the reader imagine what is essential.
In short, I want to do it kind of like a Fahrenheit 451, where the message is more important than the story, but the imagery within the words is also kind of dreamy as well. (Yeah, I'm even wishing myself good luck.) But I have to write it the literal way first because it's really hard to be all flowery and delicate when I don't even know what's going to happen next.
It makes me think of Sylvia Plath, who wrote beautifully descriptive things in her journal without a single correction, but then again, she had been writing and reading heavily (especially in high school/college, when most of her writings were dated), and it was also a different time period (where LOL and OMG didn't exist, and nor did "like" or "uh" in every sentence either). So I am a product of my time period, which is normal, and at least I will be the voice of the Literate Generation (as opposed to the Iliterut Jenurashun of our children's children).
But it's hard to continue, knowing that everything is really awful. I'm the kind of person who rejects a foul idea even if it just... feels foul. Kind of like on multiple choice questions. I'll thoughtfully consider every option at first, but if one of them just feels outlandish, then I'll never consider it again and stop reading it altogether when I'm considering the correct choice. I've probably missed questions this way, but...
My typing speed has improved, I'd say. Not necessarily the speed, but the amount of backspaces I go through (and to think I backspaced twice during the word "backspace...")
I got my driver's permit. I took a terrible picture, but so does everyone, and at least it won't be permanent. I think I'm afraid to drive though. I don't like to think of myself as a wimpy person (well, MENTALLY wimpy, and when doing things of my own accord and not because someone told me to), but I really do think that it's the fact that my parents and other people have put the pressure on me to drive that causes me to reject learning how to. If I really wanted to be independent enough to drive, I'd make it happen, but I've become so scared of society that I find it unnecessary. Any push in a positive direction and I shrink back... truly. I won't call people unless I personally feel a need to call them. If anyone says that I should, I immediately become fearful and scared.
And if I think about driving objectively, it's just another stage. I'll grow up and drive away somewhere and live and be happy. But I think it's the inability to see beyond THIS stage that makes me shy away from the wheel... eh.
I sound like an old woman. Good day to you, sir.