Oops.

*peeks over the edge of her legal pad*
Urm, I just broke 300 pages. It was an accident, I promise.
*adds another check mark to the "Does Son of Sferesh need to go on a diet?" poster*

Overwrought

I have never worked so hard for so little. I spent seven hours, total, writing a grand scene that took up all of two pages. SEVEN! And it still isn't what I wanted it to be. I haven't been this frustrated since the second chapter (that thing was of the devil). I guess I shouldn't be too hard on myself; I've always cheated my way out of goodbye scenes before, so I don't have a lot of practice. Still, two pages, seven hours--what's wrong with this picture?

One Step Closer

All the required winter activities should be concluded in one chapter, approximately five pages. Then we move into spring. Guess what happens in spring? THE END!

Today in SoS

Today Ciria decided she likes being a lithe wolf more than being an old woman, she played with wooden blocks, she knocked over the Captain of the Sword, and while sacrificing four days of her life, she bailed me out of a problem Maric caused a while back. Score. I love Ciria. I want to be like her when I'm a grandma. I'm calling my grandkids "whelp". No joke.

Oo-oo, I Want to Linger

So I'm back from Girls' State. In the course of the week, I ran for the Nationalist Party positions of County Delegate from Walker City, Freedom County Vice Chairwoman, and State Secretary (the last, I didn't know I was running for until someone from my city nominated me). I made County Delegate, but that was it.

For actual elected positions, I ran for Walker City Judge, Freedom County Sherrif, and State Supreme Court Justice. We would give 30-second spiels about why we should be elected (in the case of Supreme Justice, it was 1 minute). My sherrif one was hilarious (it was written without my conscious supervision at about 2:30 a.m.). Somehow, my county decided to go with the utterly serious candidates. Oh well. My Justice spiel was pretty good, I thought, especially since I brought in my appointed positions (I'll get to that in a minute). I got on the primary ballot for that, but I didn't make it to the final bit. But I had a blast.

My appointed positions were Town Transient and County Executioner. Unofficially, I was the campaign queen. I couldn't campaign for myself to save my life, but I campaigned for everyone else like no other. It's actually how I got my hobo appointment...but that's a long story. There was one point in time where I had a head-to-knee campaign scheme for all Freedom County Nationalists (I had one Federalist in that scheme, but oh well). I had stuff tied onto my head, stuck to my arms, but shirt blouse, my waist, and of course, the hem of my skirt. I was campaigning for my entire city, plus girls from the other cities. I think I got labeled that day; I was crazy.

The best part was definitely the girls, though. I made so many friends! Everyone was so accepting. Even my brand of crazy was praised. It was pretty much awesome. I got to know girls from other cities too. I loved it (even if some of the meetings were THREE HOURS LONG! Our county council meeting was funny though; apparently 97% of Freedom County is disabled, blind, or blond. 1% is scent deficient).

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259, 259, so many pages so far from divine
When will it end, when did it ever begin?
Is there any way I'll reach el fin?
Revising is going to be a nightmare and a half
Maybe someday I'll look back and laugh
At this story like I do as so many more
And this one is so fraught with ugly gore

Am I really going to finish?

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Um, yeah. Whatever that was...