"You hide behind your broken wings
your dreams are all for better things
and in the dark we climb this slope
cause the bravest thing is always hope."

*whew*

Broke the 11k word mark...I'm getting close again...very, very close...

"You're packing a suitcase for a place none of us has been
A place that has to be believed to be seen
You could have flown away
A singing bird in an open cage
Who will only fly, only fly for freedom"

I'm falling behind in the word wars because sitting at the desk hurts too freaking much... =/

Gah!

I will not loose!

I'm catching up!

Quote of the Day:

"Hope is the thing with feathers, that perches in the soul, and sings the tune without words, and never stops at all."
-Emily Dickinson

I wonder if I can convert to Catholicism on a part time basis so I can start charging people for treating me as a portable confession booth...

I feel confused.

I give up...I can't even hit 8500 oh well. =/

Stupid emotional investments screwing with my mind on top of my lousy stomach acting up.

You can keep your dirty cows.

The only kind of cows I eat are Brahman.

Nothing tastes as good as blasphemous beef...mmm...nom nom...

Apparently my group of heroes are walking at a very fast paced 'trout'. -_-

Ah such pretty noveling Christmas lights...

Observation of the Day:

Pretensions yes, but awesome all the same.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Metafiction

My brain feels like melted plastic and I'm hungry.
Very hungry for some reason or another.
And novel writing...so freaking hard...can't focus...loosing to others in a word war...mustn't...happen...

"I've grown tired of chasing
Convinced I was in need
And now the years I've spent
Only a slave to this
Tomorrow may fall
And today is already gone
I will no longer adore
These things that will never satisfy me

I have seen my world change
And then go back to where it came
In this vicious circle
We are all brought back to life
Only to die again
But without these barren obsessions
I am simply free"

Quote of the Day:

"Grace means you're in a different universe from where you had been stuck, when you had absolutely no way to get there on your own."
-Anne Lamott

On a less than serious note...Muses may order the hitting of their charges but they need to keep a close check on their word count or they may not realize they are falling behind again...

Yeah.

I went there.

I have a lot of profane and angry things to say about this afternoon...but I'm praying. The sad thing is the people who need love and prayer the most often times receive neither...but God why do the good have to hurt because of the stupid decisions of others?

I sometimes wonder what it would be like to deal with a 'normal' family.

Pray for my sister please, she got bit on the hands by the german shepard dog.

High word count, being metaphorically jack slapped by my Muse, prayers from friends...and feeling God for a fleeting second.

Jesus, my only complaint is this searing flames wave of pain coursing through my body from the bottom of my stomach to the top...please help me...please...God help me.

Epic metal shall lead the way to noveling victory.

Quote of the Day - Part Two:

Guard: Where'd you get the coconuts?
Arthur: We found them.
Guard: Found them? In Mercia?! The coconut's tropical!
Arthur: What do you mean?
Guard: Well, Mercia's a temperate zone!
Arthur: The swallow may fly south with the sun, and the house martin or the plover may seek warmer climes in winter, yet these are not strangers to our land.
Guard: ... Are you suggesting that coconuts migrate?

-"Monty Python and the Holy Grail"

I had a first year n00b to nanowrimo challenge me to a word off.

It is so on.

=P

Observation of the Day:

Waking someone with the same attitude as Paul Revere informing the Americans of the British coming will insure they are there promptly, however it does nothing to assure they are dressed or prepared for it.

Trying to get a vastly important task done by insisting on doing it in the cheapest and most 'cost effective' way will insure the task is never complete and if it is done it will be done in such a manner that renders it pointless and moot.

Making something both idiot and dog proof are quite similar in that they are the exact same procedure; it should also be noted that it requires the subtle touch of a woman for success at the proofing. For illustration points or lack thereof see: Crusades, the Dark Age, Both World Wars and parliamentary procedure.

Here you go Dr.Cole! Your answer!

It took cleaning the outside of a pool and zero sleep and caffeine!
But I defined Greek comedy!

Greek tragedy = ending, death, funeral, death of the old way
Greek comedy = new beginning, wedding, new birth, renewal