I AM A WINNER!

You would think I’m crazy, and it’s true, I am. Not only that I am sitting here, voluntarily writing at close to one in the a.m., but the mere fact that I volunteered to write 50,000 words in 30 days dubs me mental in its own right.
And yet, I DID IT!
YES, I’M NUTS! I’M EXHAUSTED! I DON’T EVEN LIKE WHAT I WROTE! BUT I DID IT ANYWAYS!
I, along with many others, joined the National Novel Writing Month, ( nanowrimo.org ) and tried my best for the first time ever, to write 50,000 words in 30 days. I actually did it in less than 29.
Dude! A little praise here, a bit of glory, some celebration? How about a triumphant dance, a happy smile, a huge present…?
Oh yeah! And I deserve it, because my social life and education, my family participation and my normalcy, my stress level and my moods, all of the above and more, have been affected by this crazy urge to do a crazy thing.
And now it’s over.
And I’m really proud.
I can’t believe I wrote 50,000 words.
Some of them are really weird. Random thoughts and exotic scenes, which I hope will never be viewed by the Human eye.
Some of the words are written so elegantly that I do a double take when I re-read them; I can’t believe that I am the author.
Some of the words are complete fillers, desperate attempts to get my word count up.
“So then he said to me, well I do not think that that is what a person should not do…” Only they made a little more sense.
Some of the words were so much a part of me, so deeply and painfully embedded in my body, that I actually cried while extracting them. I kid you not; I cried, right along with my characters, with tears spilling down my tired face.
But all of those words, good or bad, carefully or carelessly crafted, have one thing and one thing only in common;
They count.

Looking forward to pay more attention to this poor neglected blog in the near future!
You’re reading the post of a girl who’s written 50,300 words in just 29 days. Not counting the 6 page outline, lol.

I love you all, and thanks to all of you who said I should go for it, who denied my craziness (you guys are LIARS) and who kept telling me how proud you are of me.
I finally see it, too.
And I totally recomend that every single person reading this should try it next year, or join the script frenzy in April, because seriously, the feeling of acheivement is greater than any feeling I’ve ever experienced yet.
And that’s saying something!
πŸ™‚
Keep UNraveling!

The Way It Goes

Bored and heavy
Dull and dense
The drooping lid
Ceases to lift

Until the fire
It’s eye reflects
Ignites a spark
And lets it burn

Simple times
Can’t do without
Patience pulled
Until holes form

If only when
The spark goes out
Then lit once more
And stays for long

Or so one thinks
Until barbed words
Gaily spoke
And so it goes

Spark is squashed
Thirst no more
Deep in pain
And heavy hung

And so disturbed
Now lain to rest
Until faith comes
And does its job

HELP!

I just had my first job interview. I don’t even know if it went well, because, seeing as it’s my first interview, I don’t have what to compare it against.

Even if I give it alot of thought, I still can’t decide. On the one hand, my face was beet red half the time when I had to answer “The Question”, why do I want to work there. My oh my, but wasn’t I stumbling along. How do you avoid saying, “Because it’s nearby, it’s a respectable place, as opposed to McDonalds or something, and it pays well?” Not that McDonalds isn’t respectable, it’s just, like, “Oh, so you flip burgers for a living…nice.” Ya know what I mean?

Anyways, on the other hand, I was able to lean back a bit, and say some random stuff, ask questions, be honest about my lack of accounting skills, which apparently, is what they’re looking for, and generally look normal.

At least my mom was waiting outside, but hey.
I guess I did my best, and not the rest is up to G-d.

In other aspects of my crazy boring life, hah, I went to a lecture on Sunday. The lecturer happens to be one of my favorite, and I watch tons of his lectures online. It was the weirdest thing, seeing him live. I was thinking, “HEY, I KNOW YOU!” because, yeah, it felt like I did.
THere was supposed to be a Q&A part, but he kinda went overtime. So he graciously allowed us teens to come back at 10, which would be after he spoke to the adults, or our parents. πŸ™‚
A bunch of us teens came back at 10, but he didn’t end until 10:30. I really wanted to ask him two questions, in a private session, but someone asked me to give my place up in line, and allow older women to go first. I agreed, and before I knew it, it was midnight. I had fun with my friends while waiting, and when the lecturer came into the main room, we wrote down questions and had our own mini-Q&A.
I still had a Q to ask but he was so tired; it was 2:00 a.m. by then, and so I went home, dissappointed and exhausted.
I slept from 3:30-9:49, where I got up, threw on some clothes, and ran down the block to get my hair cut. Back home, looking gorgeous, I fell asleep until 2:45 p.m.
That’s what I call a happy ending.
I passed my written CPR/AED test at lifeguarding, and I am now officially certified; I just need the certificate!

I was way behind on Nano, and I still am, but I wrote 2,000+ words last night, so I am slowly catching up.
I have no idea how to end my story, but I guess I’ll cross that bridge when-if, no, when I get to it.

Anywazzles, I gotta hit the schoolbooks now. Wish me luck in lifeguarding, in getting the job, and in general!
I love you all!

Keep UNraveling!

The Ramble 16

Oh, my goodness.

I don’t believe it; I have never written a ramble number 16 yet! 16 is my new favorite number, becuase on October the 25th, it became my age!

I think I mentioned that a while ago, but nevertheless, I should have written this post ages ago!

I guess it wasn’t meant to be.

Well, now I am sitting in my room. I am blogging. If that wasn’t obvious.

Funny, but I realized that when one is busy living life, they aren’t writing abou it.

And so, my dear blog and my dearer diary (yeah, sorry, but diary is better; after all, computer screens don’t retain tears very well, do they? But they do have smileys, and lots of views…) both of them have been sadly neglected, gathering dust, on my shelf and online, respectivley.

I have been so busy with my lifegurading course three times a week, taking up most of the evening. And then NaNoWriMo comes in, with a current 13,800 words! Go me, I am ahead of the suggested wrod count.

I was up until 2 a.m. last night writing. As usual. 😦

But I enjoy it. I doubt I will use all of my words so far for the completed novel but I am making a lot of progress.

I am so upset.

Do you know what it’s like, to believe somthing, like the tooth fairy, or wahtever, all your life, or most of it, and then find out that it doens’t even exist?

Anger at those liars, frustration, and teh general feeling of stupidity are pretty common. But what if the one who told you the lie was yourself?

I just came back form the doctors office, where I had my finger pricked, ouch, andΒ I did my thing in a little cup-warm and gross.

Otherwise known as a physical, or a check-up. Thank G-d I am ok, healthy, blah blah blah. I weigh…well, I wasn’t surprised, and I won’t tell you (that’s for my diary, heh heh) but it’s ok, I’m average, and more than my older sister.

Shoot. BUT, I’ve always reassured myself that the reason for that is my dominating height, 5″8.

And she’s only 5″4 and one quarter, soo….

Yeah. I was deluding myself. People found it hard to believe, because they were 5″6, and not THAT much shorter than me.

Laugh, enemies. Revel in the triumphant glory, the sweet victory, of being right. I am five feet six and a half inches. I am angry.

Yeah, I’ll admit it. I really thought I was 5″8, or 5″7. But, I guess good things come in small packages. I’m still tall.

My height never shrunk, but my ego sure did. 😦

I’ll learn to live iwth it. SOme sweet syumpathy would be nice. If I have ever called you a shorty, for height reasons, I apologize and I want to join the club.

I hate doctors I guess we all make mistakes.

Don’t rub it in. I’m sore enough from all my workouts.

Anyways, I need to read some Jewish Law which is important as anything and just as boring. πŸ™‚

Peace, love, et cetera.

Stay tuned for some excerpts from my novel, being posted in UnraveledWords, maybe…

Keep UNraveling!

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