Working

I thought I'd just check in, because I like to dilute myself into thinking there are a lot of people who would be disappointed if I failed to write something, when in reality, very few people read my blog, and an even fewer number read it regularly. But that's okay. I don't mind. Besides, I just started. It's bound to get better....right?

Um, hello....? Anyone? RIGHT?

Jeez, that was a mini freak-out. Anyway. I'm writing this to update you on a couple of things I've been busy working on.

I've been writing my novella thingy like crazy. With every passing day it's becoming harder to deny that I'm inadvertently turning it into a book. (I'm not trying to, OKAY? It just happened.) My main argument against it is that novella's need plotting too. But this plot is becoming more and more complicated. Very interesting indeed.

So, if I continue it as a novella, then it will probably take me the rest of my blogging career to finish it. Oh boy.

It's a project, I guess. And I can always--oh, I don't know--.....not quit, because that would drive me crazy for the rest of my life, and if I wasn't actually writing the novella, I would be writing about how horrible I feel for quitting writing it. And I'm sure you'd want to read that. (P.S. that was sarcasm.) But I could always take it off of this blog later if I wanted, or make it a very, very far-to-the-side project.

Right now, it's my only project though, because the book I'm writing requires that I renew my Microsoft Words, which I haven't done yet. I'm just scared that this novella-(that-might-turn-novel) will take the place of my book in my heart. And that can absolutely not happen, or I will very possibly throw a completely immature and excruciatingly embarrassing tantrum just like a snot-nosed two year old. (Not that I don't like kids...)

So, yeah. Basically, that's it. I've written the whole back story of Charli and Ivan, Ivan's being the longer story by far. It's really interesting, and it has taken some turns I honestly didn't expect. Several times during this process I found myself saying to the pen clutched in my cramping left hand, "Naw-aw, gurrrrrrrrlll. NO you di'int!" (which was actually pretty funny not just because I was talking to a hand, but also because I'm like the whitest person I know, and I couldn't do ghetto-voice to save my life.)

This entry is long enough now. Good Bye!

--Kacie Renn