Words and such

Another successful test today. I managed to sit down and let a character just talk. I got the beginning of a story started. It’s sort of a behind the scenes type of scene. Something that happened from a random character’s point of view that ends up affecting a lot of other people.

Cool.

There were a few little distractions, but I did manage to get 1436 words out in about the same amount of time as that ramble yesterday.

This is highly encouraging. If I can manage at least 1000 words a day, I’ll be able to make progress easily. Today was a nice surprise. I started writing, got about 500ish words down, and figured I would go for 1000 before I finished.

At some point, I checked and was at 1100. I had barely begun the scene. The character was just starting to get going. I wrote a little more obviously, but the overall story she was telling hasn’t even really started yet.

That’s cool.

It makes me feel like I can do this November challenge. 50k words. I got dis.

If I can write a scene and the beginning takes up a few thousand words before I even really get into it… Hell yeah. I should be doing great with the word count by the end. It’s not like what I wrote today was that great. It was bare bones. I noted a few spots where I could easily describe things better and flesh the setting out. I know I’ll need to do that when I start writing the actual novel.

But hey, this scene wasn’t the beginning of a book. It was a random chapter of a random book. This isn’t even something that would really be in the main books. I know the group that I will be following, and she isn’t someone that they would even encounter until way later on.

So, there you have it. I can encourage myself and freak myself out at the same time. I’ll do well with the word count challenge, but it makes me realize how much work I have ahead of me to actually finish a novel.

1000 words a day. This is the bare minimum. I know I can do more when I really dive into a scene and get the dialogue flowing. As things progress, I will probably increase that amount until I have something to actually produce and share with the world.

Annoyed Cupcake

So, gamers have been pissing me off lately.

First off, there’s that whole bullshit “movement” going on. Not even gonna touch that shit. It may have started as something, but it got overridden with stupidity and violence. If you want to talk about a real issue, then don’t associate yourself with that fucktardery.

Second, WildStar. Ok, I just want to say that I love this game. The combat is fun, and the characters are adorable. The scenery is amazing, the music is beautiful, and the devs are super interactive with their community.

So, what is pissing me off about it?

The people.

Not all of them, mind you. Just the annoying bunch that logs on just to bitch about the game. This happens in every MMO. People don’t like how things are going, so they have to voice their opinion in game. This isn’t a free to play game either. They are paying to bitch. They are also ruining other people’s fun.

No Sir, I do not want to listen to your theories about how “the game is dead”. If it was dead, then no one would be playing. If it was dead, then no one would be here to watch you spew forth your inane ideas. I’m enjoying the game. If you are not, then go play something you like.

Here’s the thing… It’s a new game. It hasn’t even been out for an entire year yet. Now, my guess is that the team working on WildStar is, in fact, not giant. This is not a company with infinite resources. People nowadays seem to think that every game comes with an immense army of people behind it. That there will be someone available at all hours of the day and night to cater to your every whim.

Bullshit.

They are people. They are working. They are making THEIR game. Not yours.

I can’t stand people who jump into a game, and instantly say “Well, this is neat, but you could have done this, and this, or this, and this, and why didn’t you do this and this? God, you’re killing your own game!”

Yeah, fuck you and fuck off.

The whining irritates me to no end. If you want a game with all sorts of features catered to your own specific lists of wants and needs, then go fucking make it. You are not in charge of these game companies.

Honestly, I really hope that they don’t fuck up WildStar to cater to the whiny bitches like WoW did. Yes, I said WoW. I’ve played that one on and off since it launched, and it’s really boring now.

I happened to head back to check it out after months of not playing. It was right after that last big patch. I played for about a week, and got tired of it. Over the years, I’ve seen this game get easier and easier. After playing WildStar, I found myself really zoning out while playing WoW. I mean, I could take a nap while doing most things in that game.

They dumbed down a lot of things in the game. They made it faster to level, and easy to bypass TONS of content. That sucks. There is no challenge. Actually, the only challenge in the game is keeping up with the amount of /ignore I have to do due to spam, and stupid fucktards.

/sigh

I want WildStar to do well. I want people to stop comparing it to other games. They are not making other games. They are making their own, and it’s awesome. If you can’t handle it, then you aren’t worthy of being a Cupcake.

NaNoWriMo

Next month I am going to attempt NaNoWriMo. What the fuck is that, you ask? It’s National Novel Writing Month. The goal is to write 50,000 words in one month.

/gulp

Now, as you know, I have a TON of stuff to work with. My vamp story has a lot of plots and characters. I could (and should) write a ton of it. So like I said, I’m going to attempt it.

My goal will be to sit and write at least one hour a day.

Writing 50,000 words of fiction really doesn’t take that much time. Slow writers find they can write about 800 words of novel per hour; a speedy writer (and good typist) can easily do twice that. Which means that the whole novel, from start to finish, will take and average writer about 55 hours to write. – Chris Baty

Now, that quote makes it seem like it won’t take long. I know it will due to the way my brain works. I skip all over the place. It’s hard for me to focus on one scene at a time and just write straight through.

The great thing is, I don’t need to be linear. It’s all about the word count. As long as I’m writing various sections, it still counts. If this even remotely gets me started on my first book, it will be a miracle…

Target can go fuck itself

I knew this would happen. I had a week and a half off from work. I managed to relax. I got a lot of sleep. I was rested.

Today was the first day back. It was a short shift. Only four hours, and it’s not like much really happened.

So what did happen?

Any happy mood and sanity I may have acquired during my time off has buggered off. The stress came back fast. This is from within five minutes of hearing that nothing has changed. People are still getting screwed over. The place is still a mess. People still don’t care.

And we keep getting closer and closer to the holiday season… The time of year when people turn extra stupid, and just want want want. Customers get demanding, bitchy, and impatient.

Of course, sometimes it’s better to deal with them than the fucktarded coworkers…

I knew this would happen. I regret not quitting last month when I had a great chance to. I could have stormed out. I could have gathered the troupes and led a mass exodus to go get muffins.

But no. I stayed. Like a fucking idiot.

No, I stayed because I have no idea what else to do. I need out of there, but this town has shit for job options. I refuse to do retail if I ever get out. I have zero skills for whatever else is out there. I’m not going to be a nurse or a trucker.

I’m stuck.

I need out.

I probably will get out soon. I don’t think I’m going to last this time around. The holiday rush is going to cause too many panic attacks. The bitchy people at work are going to piss me off too much. I’m going to rage or cry, or both, while I’m at work. That sucks. It causes morons to talk to me about my attitude.

I don’t want to talk to them. Any of them. They don’t give a shit anyway. The entire company sees the employees as just more product they can push around. It’s beyond bullshit.

But hey, guess what? More people keep leaving. You know, the ones who actually work. It’ll be fun to see the place after everyone finally smartens up and just tells them to fuck off.

Hopefully I’ll get to do that soon. It may hurt my finances, but in the end… It will be totally worth it to avoid the stress, major depression, and soul crushing heartache that this job has caused.

Which way? /writerrambles

Trying to figure out which point of view to write stuff in. First person is easy. The characters just flow when they are sharing stories. However, I have sooooo many characters. How can I choose just one to follow when there are so many good people?

A lot of back stories can come up in conversation as the “main character” explores everything. However, it hurts to make other important characters background noise.

Another option is to change which character is speaking for each chapter, or several chapters. Downside? This could be too confusing to people. It wouldn’t really be a full novel, but a collection of short stories that all blend together. People don’t have a big enough attention span for all of them. (Just look how confused people get with Game of Thrones…)

Argh!!!

I need help narrowing down the format. Also, I know how I’m opening the overall story. I know where it’s starting. What scene it is. Who is the focus. But… It’s not my “main” character. She’s the focus of a lot of things, and an important part to the story. I feel like I need to write her story first, because if I don’t, it will seem like the other guy is the main. People will get annoyed if they are “tricked” into thinking he is the focus of the story when he’s not… I’m not sure if I want an established history (i.e novel) for her, or to let her history come out as the other guy learns it.

Ugh.

I feel like I’m in Labyrinth. I’m hunting for the right path, and keep stumbling upon more and more wonderful characters. I don’t want to leave any of them behind, but I still need to know.

Which way?

Random rage

So this has been a horrible month. There have been a lot of frustrations, worries, and anger. I almost quit my job, and I’m still not sure if I’ll be sticking around for their bullshit for much longer. Each day, even when I’m not there, I hear a very loud voice in my head telling me to give up and quit. That place is causing health issues. So much stress has built up over time, and it keeps getting worse.

I’m sick of it.

I’m sick of being stressed out all the time. I’m sick of worrying about everything. I hate not feeling capable of doing anything. If I quit, where do I go? Another shitty job?

/sigh

I had a few days off this week. I was hoping that I could recover a bit. The world said no.

I am unable to relax. I can’t be happy for more than an hour at a time. Even when I try to do things that should make me happy, it doesn’t work. I get pissed off instead.

What are you supposed to do when you are angry all the time?

Most would lash out. Most would act. Me? I retreat. It all internalizes, and I’m left with no outlet. No one hears the thoughts in my head. They echo in there with sad cries, constantly searching for a way out. There is no escape.

Tiny things become vastly irritating. Today I saw someone use “don’t be a little girl” as an insult. That has now killed my day. My brain processes things at an alarming rate sometimes, and by the time I respond, I’m already a hundred steps further in the conversation. I’ve thought about it. I’ve analyzed it. I’ve reacted.

The fact that I’ve gone over everything so fast, and have formed my opinion already, just makes my reaction seem odd to people. I’m annoyed. I’m angry for no reason. No. There are, in fact, plenty of fucking reasons. You just didn’t hear them. You heard the end result, and I’m now further irritated that you don’t know why I’m acting this way. I could explain, but why bother? You’ve stopped listening to me anyway.

The comment that brought me down today is directly related to me being more aware of social attitudes toward gender. I can’t stand people who use “being a girl” as an insult. You further communicate that being female is weak. That being a girl is a bad thing. That bugs me. A lot. I’ve posted about it before. This kind of relates to work in a way. The store recently remodeled the infant/toddler section. Boy and girl clothes are now separated. So, boys get blues, browns, and greens. Lots of monster images, and trucks.

What do girls get? Pink. Fluffy things. Oh, and more pink.

Separating this stuff is telling all those little kids who come shopping with their parents that they are supposed to be one thing. Say there was a little girl who liked Transformers… She’ll be told no, you can’t get that. That’s a boy shirt.

Same goes for boys. Like Dora? Nope. You don’t get to have that. It’s for girls.

Oh, and I asked about why this stupid remodel had to happen in the first place. I was told that it was not actually to promote baby sales. It’s to “Keep mothers in the store longer because they spend more money.”

W.T.F.

How extra sexist of you. What does this promote? It promotes the idea that fathers don’t get or need to shop. That shopping is for women only. Bull. Fucking. Shit. How dare you scare away new fathers. They should feel just as comfortable shopping for their kids too.

This is why comments like “don’t be a little girl” piss me off so damn much. You aren’t just insulting women. You are insulting men too, by stating that they aren’t allowed to feel emotion or pain.

This blog has gotten a bit long now. It’s obviously very ranty. I don’t really care at this point. If you’ve actually read the whole thing… Kudos to you. I think I need some booze now.

Go Fuck Yourself @&#

I hate the fact that anger motivates most of my posts. Today is yet another case of that…

I almost quit today. I’ve dealt with so much shit at work, and today was the closest I’ve ever been to quitting.

A boss at work… Yes, a boss. It’s kind of like Office Space. Too many bosses… The boss above my boss is a complete and total fucking waste of everything. He feels the need to be in charge of everything around him, including teams that other people are in charge of. He demands attention, respect, and obedience, but yet does not offer any in return. He treats people like children, and presents the most sickeningly fake cheery attitude at all times.

Today I was harassed by this asshole.

He did not like my two word response to him after asking a question. No, it was not “Fuck you.” It should have been…

He simply asked how things were going. I said “It’s going.” and proceeded to continue working. Work is in shambles. The place is a mess, we are understaffed, things are changing (and it was NOT prepared properly), and we are so behind in our workload that it is absolutely astounding.

What? I didn’t spend twenty minutes pretending I’m having fun, and asking how you were doing? Sorry… Not my job.

After this minor annoyance, he felt the need to constantly get in my way and demand that we go “have a chat”. No. I’m busy. I have a lot of shit to do. Don’t waste my time.

The fact that he would not leave me alone just infuriated me. Now, I refuse to go sit in a room alone with him. I do not trust him. He creates a toxic work environment for everyone. I’ve heard plenty of stories lately where he says horrible things to people in those little “chats”. I got so pissed at him that I walked away.

So what did he do? Continues to demand a little waste of a talk, and got someone, who has no part in our team, and who absolutely won’t stand up for anyone else, to participate. Scratch that. Participate means that there would have been interaction. He just stood there like a fucktard and tuned everything out.

2 versus 1. I had no help. No backup. This is bullshit.

You want my attitude to be better? Show some fucking respect to people. Hire more people so we have enough to actually do the fucking work. Prepare big projects properly. Stop fucking everything up and blaming it on everyone else. How are we supposed to have a positive attitude when everything is complete and total shit?

HR heard about it. HR probably still won’t do anything about it. I’ll still get shit for my “bad attitude”.

I’ll probably be quitting or be fired by the end of this month. I can’t deal with that asshole anymore.

Warpaint

I don’t really have a lot to talk about today. It’s been a rather zombie braaaaaaiiiiins sort of day. I could easily rant about work, but meh. Same shit, same stupid people.

Here’s something new…

<insert dramatic music>

I’m going to look for lipstick this week.

<wait for audience gasp and surprise/horror reactions>

For those who know me, you undoubtedly know how fucked up that statement is. I don’t wear makeup. I do actually have a few things, which are hidden.

Why? Because I grew up thinking it was a bad thing to wear that shit. Anytime I tried out something, I was laughed at. People looked at me weird. It was like one of the worst things I could have done apparently.

I blame this on being a tomboy. I wasn’t “allowed” to do girly things according to other people. So, for years and years, I avoided the shit.

Honestly, I’m ok with that. I really have no desire to slather on layers of crap in the morning. It’s a waste of time. Plus, I’m very much into wysiwyg style. What you see is what you get. I don’t do the fake smile, or fake being friendly, or interested… It makes me nauseous.

So… Why am I getting lipstick?

It’s for a costume. Outfit really… This is for a party that I am “bartending” at. My friend and I will be sharing our Drunken Alchemy drinks there. We have “characters” to portray. The Alchemists. So, naturally, they need outfits.

Now, that’s where the lipstick comes into play. My brain rationalizes the purchase because it is for a costume. It’s for a party. Parties mean you get to dress up. It’s still kind of sad that I still feel guilty for wanting to get it. Like it’s something I still shouldn’t have because it’s too weird for me. Bleh.

In other non self depressing news… I’m getting a new tattoo!!!!!! WOOOOOO!!!!

Still gotta wait a while, but it’s now less than two weeks away. I will definitely get pictures and post them.

If I’m feeling up to it, I’ll post pictures from the party too. (Most of those will probably end up on Drunken Alchemy though.)

Unlife

Growing up
We start off so small
We’re told to dream
We’re told to live

Encourage me
To create, and never stop
Live my life
Experience all it has to give

Possibilities are easy to grasp
Everything can be within reach
All you have to do is try
But only my way

Who you are
Is not who you should be
Why don’t you
Want the same thing as me

You told me to dream
But you ripped them away
You told me to live
But you stripped my soul away

Now I’ve become…
Numb to it all
I’ve lost myself
Long ago

We’ve become numb
To who we are
We’ve become numb
To who we could be

Who you are
Is not what I should be
Who am I
I’ve lost sight of me

Dream big
Don’t dream at all
Live life fully
But so empty

I’ve become so numb
My dreams are gone
I’ve become so lost
Don’t know who I am

I was once
Something
Anything

I want to dream again…

Because things and stuff

There hasn’t been a lot going on lately. Well, in real life. In my head? Well, all hell has broken loose.

For once, that’s in a good way.

I’m talking about vamps. My vamps. The ones I have yet to write about. There are always at least a few awake at any given point of the day or night.

This is a writer’s curse. Even when you aren’t working on something, you are still working on it.

The other day, I almost broke down in tears. I was listening to random songs and something made a character really depressed. It is then my job to figure out why. What caused this sudden mood swing? Why did he react the way he did? What happened to him in his past?

Tiny things like that can cause great and horrible things. It’s great because I can dive into characters and storylines to figure out deeper details. Downside? It causes me to delay actually writing anything because I just sit around thinking about all these little details that may or may not ever come out in the actual story.

I need focus.

I need my starting point, which I technically have. I know where I’m starting the story, but I still have trouble actually writing the words. The introduction is key. If it doesn’t grab a reader, then what’s the point of continuing to read?

I have several books like that. Ones that took forever to get going. Most of those are still on my shelf, unread and collecting dust.

I honestly spend too much time thinking about potential problems with my series versus actually sitting down and writing anything. I mean, what if my writing sucks? What if it’s boring? What if people think it’s too cliche? What if I can’t even get anyone to buy it? If it does become a hit, would people write horrible fanfic?

/shudder

Fanfic. Ick. I hate that shit. I really can’t even read anything like that. I mean, it’s one thing to like a story and create a character within that universe. Use the setting. It’s like playing D&D. However, the second you start using other people’s characters and changing important details about them for your own fucked up fantasies? Yeah, fuck you. That is the kind of thing that pisses me off.

I would be beyond pissed if anyone ever did that with my characters. They are mine. Hell, sometimes they even get pissed off if the actor I have them cast as is getting shit on in a movie. They don’t like it. Neither do I.

My characters are precious. They are all a part of me. Each and every one.

Don’t fuck with me.

And now I will end this sudden rant. Especially since a few of my characters want to go howl at the full moon.