July 2016

3:17 AM
7,711 words total in separate document (so far)
July 1st

 The story is at a fast pace right now, making my keyboard sound like a hailstorm. It's making it hard for me to stop for the night, but I think I've found a semi-suitable place to stop.
 Last night I had 4 hours of sleep, and that was a bit too much for comfort. I woke up feeling okay, though. The day went well. I only started feeling sleepy towards the very end of my workday, which was a good thing. But it's not a habit I want to adopt. I like keeping track of how much sleep I'm going to get each night. Let's see... if I go to bed at 3:30 (It's in a few minutes, but it's approximate), I'll get 5 hours of sleep. I like to get 6 or 7 at least. I do best on 8 or 9 hours of sleep, but that almost never happens during the workweek. My mind is somehow more busy during the workweek, which means my imagination is more awake and my inspiration factory is running fluidly.
 I am yi[ong this with my eues c;sed/ = I am typing this with my eyes closed.
 Sorry if I accidentally cursed in your home language (if applicable). I couldn't keep my eyes open. They felt heavy all of a sudden and it was too hard to open them for a moment, so I decided to experiment to see how how I could type with my eyes closed when I am this tired. As you can see, not very good.
 Let's try it again:
 I am yo[ing this whith my eyes cloed. = I am typing this with my eyes closed.
 Mind you, I'm normally fairly good at doing this when I'm not falling half-asleep. Get more sleep, kids! I'm not your sleeping role model! I have problems. I am not a normal living human being. I am a zombie (sleep-deprived person) with the knowledge on how to cure my zombie disease and turn back into a normally-functioning human, but I am not curing myself because I have a craving for brains (writing).
 It's 3:42 AM now. I must... *dozes off for nearly two full minutes, having a dream I can't remember* squish my pillow with my face. Good night (and day!) to you.

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1:24 AM
8,068 words total in separate document (so far) <--Haha, I originally pasted a jpeg link to a video game character here! Oops. Sorry about that! (That was funny, though.)
July 2nd

 I felt very sleepy, so I decided to close my eyes and relax. Unable to open my eyes again, I started to fall asleep. A long moment later, my head jerked up from dipping low to the side.
 I am wiped out. Pooped. Done. Exhausted and tired. All this week, I've had little sleep and still done alright at work, even on the busiest days. Today was brutal, but I had loads of energy. I always get a strong thrill from being busy like that. Rush, rush, rush! Do all sorts of things! We need you! Without it, I doubt myself and go over my failures, awkwardness around certain kinds of people, and my embarrassing moments.
 Anyway, I finished work today feeling like shelving several cartloads of books (equivalent to feeling like running a marathon!). ...Which is exactly what was there. Why? It's the 4th of July weekend. This Monday is the 4th of July, and people are returning their books, DVDs, and other library materials all at once because they are making room to have several family members coming over to celebrate with them, etc. Last year, it was crazy. The morning of July 5th had in store for Circ (Circulation area of the library. That's where we check in and check out books, as well as get them ready on book carts to be shelved.) a surprise: A huge mountain of books spilled in from the outside book drop! This is why it's best not to turn in your CDs and DVDs through the outside book drop on the day of a holiday, when the library is closed, if you can help it. It's understandable when you absolutely can't, but keep in mind that CD cases might crack.
 This is the sixth or seventh time that I dozed off and jerked my head up, so I think I'll this right now. (It's 2:02 AM, and I get to sleep in tomorrow. Hooray!"

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2:20 AM
8,613 words total in separate document (so far)
July 3rd

 I don't know what to type here. as I am very sleepy right now. I'll try to post a picture of a sunset or something interesting here tomorrow.
For most of the day today, instead of a lot of writing, I had to do a lot of research for a couple of things in the book I'm currently writing. I'm satisfied with the results. In addition to the research, I also daydreamed several of the scenes I'm currently writing until I was satisfied.

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3:25 AM
8,719 words total in separate document (so far)
July 4th

 [Either my computer was being slow for no apparent reason, or Blogger just wasn't working right. I can't remember. It was late at night, so I wrote down July 4th's log.]

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 I'm about to write, now. :-) Check back in a little bit for July 5th's log. I won't write very much tonight because I want to go to bed early. Every holiday is the same: People turn in a ton of books and other materials in the outside drop box, so I'm going to have to really work fast shelving tomorrow. The weekend was already busy because people were returning their books, etc. before they left for the Independence weekend to visit family, etc.
 How was my 4th of July? Relaxed, cold, and sleepy. Living in the Pacific Northwest comes with the perks of cool, wet weather. It was mostly cloudy for most of the day, and it rained several times. Since I've seen the same, boring parade every year without seeing much of anything new in it, I chose not to go see it with my mom and sister. It was early in the morning, too, so I definitely did not want to go. (After all, I was awake until almost 4 AM last night. Lol.) It was cold and breezy outside, so I never took foot outside. I later hooked up my laptop to our new flatscreen TV so that we could watch the Orlando, Florida DisneyWorld fireworks and the New York Macy's fireworks live stream online. It was a treat compared to our city's budget cut funded firework display. Again, my mom and sister went to go see it tonight and were disappointed. It was even shorter than last year's display. Oh well. At least we got to watch the good stuff.
 Besides from that, my head has lately been sparking with ideas. I've been writing side notes. I can't tell you much, only that it has to do with... I'll give you a one-word clue... instincts. You may not think that is a big hint now, but you'll understand later. ;-)
 Alright! I'm off to write!
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And I'm back to deliver tonight's word count, etc.:

2:01 AM
9,134 words total in separate document (so far)
July 5th

I hope you had a happy and safe 4th of July (for those who apply)!

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 Teaser: I can't say I didn't write today, but it wasn't where you think I did! ;-D
 ...Okay, it was the very beginning of G4:O. Yeah, so I'm writing all over the place, now. But I'm not keeping track of how much I'm writing for the very beginning, because I'm writing it longhand while I'm on my break at work. So I guess you can say that I am writing all over the place literally and figuratively. Heheh.
 So, I put a halt on writing the main body of G4:O (where I stopped) so that I will know what has occurred in the very beginning and where things left off before certain characters left the place they were at in the beginning.
 ...That might have been a tiny spoiler. Oh well. You won't have any idea of what's going on when you start reading G4:O, even if you do know it.
 "But you just revealed that these characters will be leaving this place for a while!"
 But you don't know anything else, do you? How long they are actually gone, for instance? Because even though I've technically been working on this book for a while now, I'm still far from being done. Actually, I don't know where G5:? (I'm not telling you the abbreviated title yet) even begins. I think it might just turn into the same issue that Christopher Paolini had when he was writing Brisingr and Inheritance: Brisingr got too long, so he had to make another book.
 Only difference: I already know G5:? will exist. I just don't know how long it will be and where to cut off G4:O. Yes, I don't know when G4:O will ends and G5:? will begin. There are some things I no longer remember when I was planning G5:?. After all, I daydreamed the book series (from G3:DF onward) several times without being able to type anything down (when I was age 15 - 17).
 All I had was pencil/pen and paper. It's much slower-going when you're writing longhand, especially when you've got a pinky finger knuckle that suddenly starts to cramp and hurt as though someone were twisting it hard. And no, I still haven't got it x-rayed, yet. I know it healed wrong. My aunt was such a heartless creature, she simply took a lightning quick glance at it and waved it off, saying "You're fine! You don't need to go to the hospital!"
 Anyway, there are many things I don't remember, and some things I remember and choose not to keep. I'm sometimes thinking about it, though. It has to do with one important character. He drives me nuts, really. Think of it like this: You don't want your readers to know much about a character, so you make yourself not know much about him, either. It doesn't make sense, does it? But that way, he/she remains a mystery. Which is just who this person is. And why he drives me nuts. And if I feel this way, you definitely will feel this way. It's like a torment, but it's also like a self-challenge of patience. ...Okay, I need not say anymore. I'm probably driving you nuts just talking all cryptic here. Sorry about that.
 It does make you eager to read it so you can understand what I'm talking about, though, right? But that's not why I said these things just now. I just wanted to torment you. Muahahahaha! ...Just kidding. No, I said all this because I felt the need to give you another clue as to what I'm writing and what kinds of problems I'm having currently. Because every once in a while, it's good to keep people interested in whatever projects you're working on. It also gives a future reader insight into what they're waiting for so that it's worth reading my writing log blog posts. I don't like making it too boring for people. Patience is worth rewarding. :-)
-July 7th

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2:24 AM
9,138 words total in separate document (so far)
July 8th

 Yes, I just wrote only 4 words tonight. It might not have been worth it to log here, but I did it anyway. I can't stay awake and am bound to doing anything stupid like this. Avoid getting only 5 hours of sleep, folks! I can sleep in tomorrow, though.

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2:17 AM
10,609 words total in separate document (so far)
July 9th

Yay! I reached the 10,000+ word mark!
 How I'll reward myself: Sleep tonight, cookies tomorrow. Yeah, I'm a sort of Cookie Monster. Lemon cookies, sugar wafers, snickerdoodle, oatmeal raisin (A lot of people I know don't like it, but it's good for you.), anything I can get my hands on.
 Just no coconut. I don't like coconut anything besides green coconut water.
Why: The favor and texture just don't fit well together for me. That strong, perfume-like, soap-like flavor when you bite into something that crunches similar to shredded carrots, but combined with the noisy, watery pops of a million tiny bubbles (like eating styrofoam).... No thanks.
 But I've heard about how oftentimes a person will have a strong dislike of a particular food and end up allergic to it anyway. That was me in case of becoming allergic to lemongrass. I first tried it in Thai food. It has a similar taste and texture to coconut, only stronger and more lemony and minty. Remembering that, I recently looked it up and re-learned that coconut was in the palm family (Duh!). Then it clicked on in my head: "Oh, yeah. I'm allergic to [some other food I can't remember right now]."
  ...Oh! I remember why I looked it up! It's because I recently tried dried dates (for the second time in my life, after many years) and had the same loathing for them. Dates and coconuts are both in the palm family.
...I've been dozing off several times, and my cat is right next to my computer purring like a nut (pun intended). I must obey her commands.
 P.S. Sweetie just said "go to bed" the clearest I've ever heard her say it! "Oh-oo-beh?" I'm so happy! Now I must really go to bed! ^_^

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2:07 AM
10,811 words total in separate document (so far)
July 10th

Happy Birthday, Cousin Sara! :-D (P.S. To those who don't know: I have 9 cousins! She's one of my closest ones, despite living 70 miles away.)
 I would have written more (I always feel like writing more), but my mom went to bed late and I got distracted by a TV show she had fallen asleep to (Stupid science! Why do you have to be so interesting??).
 Sweetie is on my leg, and although she looks very comfortable, her 7 pound body is making it start to cramp and hurt. I often sit criss-cross-applesauce (Hey, that's what I call it, okay? It's much better than calling it "Indian style", which is how my mom learned it in school.) ...Okay, she's off. She drank some water and is now grooming her face in a chair nearby.

 ...Nope! I had a newfound burst of wakefulness (likely because the part where I'm writing right now is getting a little more exciting.). That rarely happens, I have to tell you.
Here's the real writing log info:

3:18 AM
11,241 words total in separate document (so far)
July 10th

Good night/morning!

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3:04 AM
11,770 words total in separate document (so far)
July 11th

I was waiting for a private video to upload from my camera, so I wrote while I waited (But I wanted to write anyway). Unfortunately, I got carried away and ended up writing a whole hour after it was finished uploading. Oops. Off to bed!

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2:43 AM
12,104 words total in separate document (so far)
July 12th

 I sneezed 7 or 8 times today (2 because something floated into my nose. Yuck!), and right now I'm blowing my nose a lot. I hope it's not the beginning of a cold. I most always feel too miserable to write. (Sometimes it helps to make a "tissue walrus", but it eventually gets to my head, where I can't think and focus. I'm the kind of writer that needs very little distractions. Night time is perfect for this, but colds? A writer's worst enemy.)  But it might be irritation. Last night, I was stupid enough to clean the bathtub with non-watered-down vinegar and without the bathroom fan on, so my nose and eyes stung for several minutes until my mom came in and was like, "Whew, Jen. You need to have the fan on. It's very strong." ...Where. Was. My. Head? So, of course, I ended up being nasally and respiratorily miserable for several hours afterwards. This might be a result from it, too. We shall see what tomorrow brings....
 P.S. If I do end up sick, I will try my best to write as much as I can.
 P.S.S. If you happen to be sick right now, my Auntie Martha recommends putting a few splashes of Tabasco in chicken broth soup (I'm often too hungry for just broth, so I add a little broth to chunky chicken noodle soup and splash Tabasco in it). It works like a charm. Lots of fruit, too. And pineapple, horehound, natural licorice, and natural ginger (I like ginger chews/candy) help with a sore throat. I don't have a sore throat right now, but I know how miserable it feels, so I'm adding that in here for those of you who have it. :-)
 P.S.S.S. And yes, I do suffer from allergies. Food, chemical, and environmental! My current allergy medicine is slowly not working as well as it should, so that might have something to do with it. Ugh!

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Update (next day, July 12th): Yep. I have a cold. It's a good thing I stayed home today. My nose is a leaking faucet! :-~(

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July 13th
552 words (handwritten, very beginning of G4:O)
1:51 AM

 Yes, I decided to finally log my longhand writing, as well. It just takes up time to count each word. Sometimes, when I start daydreaming or get distracted, I forget which word was which number, so I end up getting frustrated and have to count all over again. I make note every 100 words, but it's still irritating when that happens. I should be counting by 50's instead of 100's, but either way, I end up feeling just as frustrated. It didn't happen this time, so that's good.
 Since I didn't put in how many handwritten words I did before (It's 3 pages long, which is just slightly fewer words than I did here, so it's probably about 500 words I haven't recorded here, yet.), and when I wrote them (They were 10 - 15 minute intervals during my break, so I didn't think the amount I'd write each day was significant), I'll have to put the word count in here as one total number instead of bits. I have no idea how many days I wrote. Something like two weeks. No more than four. Heck, I'll just call it three, since it lands in between the two.
 I don't feel like going back and counting the words right now, but I'll do it soon. And don't worry, I'll separate it from the honest word count of whichever day I share it here. Example:

"Month #st/nd/th

# words 

?:?? AM/PM

And here is the word count of the unknown days I hand-wrote the beginning of G4:O: 

# words"

 Now, for an update on my cold: Yesterday, I was miserable. Today, I've probably improved by 20% - 30%. It's a slow cold. Normally, I have the majority of a cold for three days, and it significantly improves on the fourth day and is nearly gone or gone by the fifth day. I can tell right now that it's probably slower by at least a day. Ugh-ly.
 I hate being sick. I hate not working. It's make me feel unproductive, like I'm not accomplishing anything important in life. I actually love my job. To those of you who hate your jobs, I apologize for saying that. I have friends who have had absolutely terrible jobs, too. I can imagine the horror stories you have about yours.
 One of my friends finally just found a job to replace her old one (though, being a babysitter having to watch a bunch of kids all at once, during the busiest time of the year, might not be the best choice....). Her old one was at a Michaels craft store, and her manager and the customers alike treated her like filth.
 Customers were mean, rude, demanding, judgmental, and they blamed her for the store's problems. People, just because a worker represents a store by working for it doesn't mean that they actually make the company decisions. Talk to a manager or write a letter or an email to the company and professionally work out your problems with them. Squabbling and yelling at a cashier won't get you anywhere. They just go home crying and talking to their family about their bad day. There are human beings everywhere around the world, and the less human beings are the ones who don't do a lot of thinking.
 Her manager, on the other hand, was mean enough to make several people quit. Her manager made her work on Thanksgiving and Black Friday for long hours just because he/she couldn't hire more workers fast enough. She couldn't sit down and enjoy Thanksgiving with her family, she had to sleep. And it was very little sleep. I can't remember, something like 3 - 5 hours of sleep. Brutal. Basically like slavery. And this happened in the United States.
 Anyway, bottom line, I boycott Michaels crafts stores. Something that's allowed to slip by like this is a good indicator that something seriously needs to be fixed within the company.
 So, I understand if you hate your job. I'd hate it, too.
 If there's a problem, go to HR (Human Resources). If there is none, do some research and find out who can put the bully in his/her place. Talk to your local government and ask them who to call about it, if nothing else. Remember: No matter how important they are to the company, you are important as a respectable human being who deserves being treated like everyone else. Your caring about and concern over others ("If it's possible to bully me, others could be next. And I don't want that to happen to anyone else.") is your best defense.
 P.S. At every single job my mom has worked at in her life, including her current one, she has been a victim of workplace bullying, discrimination (just because she's a woman), and unfairness by bosses/managers/owners/supervisors and coworkers alike. She hardly ever listens to my advice because she keeps being too afraid and wanting to wait until problems are actually bad (which "bad" seems to have no limit....), so maybe you can. You're strong. I believe in you. Be your own hero. Don't stop until it's done.

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July 14th
11:55 PM
49 words (editing very beginning of G4:O)

 I only wrote as much as I edited tonight. I like to go back and read a little before where I leave off before I continue writing. I saw some sentences that needed to be rephrased and more specific, so I fixed them. Then midnight happened, which means the next day (July 15th).
 I don't know how much I wrote afterwards for these early morning hours of July 15th. I'll count them tomorrow (one of the most annoying things about handwriting your written works is counting how many words you wrote.). I'm too tired, because I write until I can barely stay awake anymore.
 My cold is almost gone. I sneezed five times today. The nose-blowing happened mainly during the first half of the day. I've been able to breathe out of one nostril through most of today (besides the sneezing and nose-blowing sessions, of course). For most of today, I have felt a bit dizzy, especially when I look around, get up, and walk around. It's probably just from fluid in my ears or sinuses. I was quite dehydrated the other day. My lips were so chapped, they shrunk and split in two places. Painful. I was drinking plenty of water throughout the day, though. Only slightly chapped today, and the splits are healing surprising fast.
 ...I don't know why I'm sharing all this to you. It just makes me feel like somebody out there cares about my health, I guess. I don't have that much of a social life.
 *starts to fall asleep in chair*
*gets startled awake by Sweetie getting up from her chair (small scratching sound) and looking at me intently*
I know she did that on purpose. She wakes me up nearly every single time it happens. Sweet little girl.

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July 15th
Approximately 12:30 PM
220 words (editing and writing very beginning of G4:O)

And here is the word count of the unknown days (about 3 weeks at 5 - 15 minute intervals midday) I hand-wrote the very beginning of G4:O (three handwritten pages): 

711 words 

P.S. I'm not writing about basic things (from here till the end of July on this blog post), such as how my day went, because it's actually August 9th right now. I was sick with a cold, and just when I felt all better, I was hit with a burning throat and cough, then nasal congestion and some sneezing, then an ear infection that temporarily wiped out most of my ability to hear out of my left ear. I was so exhausted, I could not possibly bring myself to write. Whenever I get sick, my head is usually not clear enough to write. Plus, it's not convenient to have to cough or blow your nose a gazillion times in a matter of minutes. But don't worry. I'm about 90% all better, now.

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July 16th

Approx. 12:30 PM

4 words (editing very beginning of G4:O)

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July 17th

Approx. 12:30 PM

59 words (editing very beginning of G4:O)

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July 20th

To be continued... (I was in the middle of counting words and lost track at 63 and 52 because I kept falling asleep.) *next day passes by (It's the earlimorn of August 10th, now.)* (I spent the day counting the rest of the words I wrote up until now.)

82 words (writing very beginning of G4:O)

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July 21st
412 words (writing very beginning of G4:O)

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July 22nd
1 word (editing very beginning of G4:O)


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July 25th
2 words (editing very beginning of G4:O)

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^Referring to the last two days above
It's weird how even before you experience symptoms of illness, your brain begins to struggle concentrating or thinking clearly. I was having trouble with inspiration at that time. Then I think Tuesday (July 26th) was when I started having a burning throat and trouble talking, followed by a dry cough.

May 2016

3:40 AM
May 1st
161,333 words total

I've been busy with running family errands (Family birthdays are coming up!) and reading a book called New Hope Chronicles: Dragon Flame by Pat Harris. It's a great book so far. It's long, but exciting. If you like Eragon and Star Trek, this might just be your new favorite read: http://amazon.com/New-Hope-Chronicles-Book-One/dp/1481827421/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1462099508&sr=8-1&keywords=new+hope+chronicles
I might have already mentioned it in a previous blog post, but oh well. Things happen, especially when your brain is tired and trying to tell you it's 3:50 AM. Time to sleep!
P.S. I'm trying to read more books because sometimes you get to that moment where you feel your writing is getting a bit dull and boring. Reading seems to help a lot with this. (Of course.)

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12:57 AM
May 3rd
161,561 words total

It was a hot day today. 86 F. The weather can't make up its mind, though. It's going back and forth between 80-something, 70-something, and 60-something.
I'm terribly sleepy right now, and my cat is sleeping on my lap with my left wrist pinned underneath her, so I think it's time to kiss the waking world goodnight.

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2:27 AM
May 7th
161,745 words total

I have places to go and things to do tomorrow (I'm taking my sister out to go find something for Mother's Day), but I've been wanting to write all day, so I sacrificed some sleep in order to write a little. I've a cat on my lap that grew impatient and fell asleep. Now I must go sleep. Stay safe this weekend, everyone!

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1:12 AM
May 11th
161,890 words total

Yep, things don't always go to plan. A lot of things. But when my cat, Sweetie, wakes up my sister tonight letting her know that there's a big house spider behind her on the wall? That makes up for everything wrong that happens. I feel like I'm typing gibberish right now. That's how sleepy I am. But the cat story is true. Sweetie loves finding bugs and letting us know. Or if I find it first, I'll tell her, "Bug! Bug! Sweetie! Bug! Look!" and she'll get excited and sound off her bug alarm: "Eh! Eh! Eh!". Cute little girl.

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2:31 AM
May 13th
163,383 words total

hard to write this. my cat wants me to go to bed. right now. she's hanging herself on my right arm and purring loudly. every ten seconds she yells at me. she is mad. she bit my nose. she means business. i must stop writing before she turns into a dragon and kills me. good night.

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2:18 AM
May 14th
163,424

 I can't stay awake. I keep falling asleep. I had to take my sister to the doctor today in 81+ F heat. She's okay. It was just for allergies and an ear cleaning (She has narrow ear canals, which makes it hard for her ears to properly dispose of ear wax.). She ended up taking a nap afterwards, but I didn't because I can hardly ever take a nap during the day.
 Let's just say I'm forever traumatized by a horrible, vivid nightmare I had one time when I took a nap during the day. And yes, it really was traumatizing. Imagine if you're trying to save an old lady from falling down an endless sink hole in a parking lot, and she's hard to reach and hanging by the tips of her fingers. Then you're too afraid of falling in, yourself, so you don't try hard enough and your reaching for her and she falls in. Imagine her screaming. Imagine the overwhelming sense of failure and sheer terror, the feeling that you're at fault for someone's death because you were too afraid to be a real hero. I really felt like it was my fault. I woke up crying for ten minutes that day. It was realistic. I saw her face. Her own terror. It didn't feel like a dream. I felt like it really happened.
 Other things happened in the nightmare, but they were also disturbing. For instance, a leaking propane tank, department store workers that were too calm and ignored me when I told them about the leaking propane tank, and a woman and child buried up to their necks in hardened concrete in a parking space repeatedly crying to me for help.
 I had this nightmare about three years ago, and I still can't nap in the daytime, afraid my dreaming brain will use my overactive imagination and not be able to control its power.
 Anyway, it's 2:43 AM, so I'd better head off to bed, now. Sweetie is sleeping nearby, waiting-- *I sneeze* Nope, not anymore. She was sleeping with her head upside-down, so now she's looking at me upside-down, which is cute.
 Pollen count was very high today and is expected to be the same tomorrow. My allergy medicine works pretty well for me, which is good. It's a pity that most of my family suffers from asthma and allergies. I don't think I have asthma. Maybe I'll try getting tested each year, though. The last time I had bronchitis, I had to use an inhaler (The same kind that my asthmatic mom uses!) because my coughing made it very hard to breathe. I felt like I was breathing through two straws, which, according to my mom, is what it feels like when you're having an asthma attack (Difference: She said a straw.). Since I never want to have asthma that bad or ever have an asthma attack, I'll aim to catch it early.
 Whoops! Look at me! I'm not listening to myself. I'm rambling on instead of going to bed. Now it's 2:59 AM. Oh well. At least it's the weekend and I can sleep in tomorrow.
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5:03 AM
May 15th
[834 words written - Not total, mind you]

 Yes, for some reason, I'm up past 5 AM. I was watching Youtube video until about 12 or 1 AM, so I was late to writing. But then I was looking at dragon art for a long time until I finally started writing at about 4 AM. I really wanted to write, so I didn't care what time it was. Whoops. Sweetie was so mad that I wasn't going to bed when I had to take a bathroom break and walked right past the bedroom. She jumped into my lap and snapped at me ("Eh!") while she petted my arm to get me to pet her.
 Oh yeah, so what was I writing? Let's just say that whenever I start writing a story, it's more like a summary in as few words as possible (Because I always end up writing the story instead of taking notes on basic, important events.).
 Okay, I'll just tell you: I got tired of seeing a mere sentence in the beginning [of my book's document] that described what happened in two chapters or more, so I figured out how I would write it and started writing it.
 Anyway, I need to head to bed. It's 5:17 AM! (P.S. Remember G3:DF? 4 AM, 5 AM, and 6 AM were common hours that I would stop writing for the night. Those were the good old days. But sort of bad because I'd wake up in the "morning" when there was only a few or so hours left in the day. That was the weirdest feeling: Waking to the sunset or near sunset, when my bedroom would glow orange. It's definitely not something I'd ever do again. It was too weird and bewildering.)

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1:48 AM
May 16th
[957 words total in side document]
163,643 words total (main document)

Wait, what is this side document, you ask? Well, remember how in the very beginning, when I was first writing this book? How I was summarizing it at first, then slowly began to morph it into the book itself (Thus, the reason why I can never summarize anything?) So, seeing it whenever I open up my book's document, I decided to do something about it once and for all. I'll merge it when I'm done writing it. (It takes a while for the main document to the .)
...Okay, I can't type here anymore! I'm falling asleep and just sleep-typed twice, making me delete a weird sentence ("I decided to write it now because it was a beautiful time." and "I was reading a certain book by t"). Good night, all!

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1:50 AM
May 17th
1,723 words (side document)

Hello, I'm tired.

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1:42 AM
May 18th
1,770 words (side document)

Hello again. Tired again.

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3:39 AM
May 21st
2,474 (side document)

I got a fair amount of writing done, but it could be better.
Sweetie is going to have to stop grooming herself because I want to go t bed now

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2:16 AM
May 22
2,481 (side document)

[I was so tired, I didn't write anything here, just wrote it down and headed straight to bed.]

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1:51 AM
May 27th
2,487 (side document)

I've been busy getting ready for three family birthdays that are coming up fast, so it's been hard to find the time, energy, and mental clarity to write lately. Lol. I just wrote six words. Six puny words! Better than nothing? I've been dozing off at the chair several times, so enough is enough. Time to crash.

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4:08 AM
May 29th
3,444 (side document)

[This area left blank because I was obviously falling asleep and couldn't write another word past 4:08 AM.]

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 ...Wow. What an uneventful month. I'm sorry this month sucked for you, reading-wise. It didn't occur to me until now that I need to try a different system. As much as I like to say something for only each time I log in my time, date, and word count, it isn't much fun for you. Reading stuff like "I was too tired to write something here" isn't something you had in mind when you came here.
 So, what I'm going to do is write something here as much as I can, regardless of the time. Just telling you how my day went, things new happening, my plans, things I have to do, what I do when I'm not writing, etc.
 I don't have much to say for my current life, so I won't be doing it every single day.
 What's happening right now? I'm sitting in my usual place at the dining table with my feet on the chair (My legs get restless and uncomfortable when I'm sitting normally for a long time), my right leg bent sideways. My coffee-black Siamese-mix cat, Sweetie, is sleeping on it. My black Labrador retriever, Sandy, just got up to drink water behind me. She just finished and is now lying down nearby. I'm contemplating going to bed, but I really want to write. It's 1:37 AM and I really don't want to be tired tomorrow. I have to go to the store to get hand soap, shaver blades, and food.
 On food: Mind you, I eat all the time. No, I'm not fat. I've stayed at the same general weight for many years: 130 - 135 lbs. Muscle weighs more than fat, so that's why using a scale to judge your health isn't the right tool to use. And right now I have a lot of muscle, so I'm okay. I have a few friends that eat like pigs when they eat and yet are super skinny. High metabolism. One of my friends gets it all the time: "Are you anorexic?" "You need to eat more food!" "You need to go to McDonalds!" No matter how much she eats, where she eats, and what she eats, she will always be skinny. The body is weird.
 Most of my family are either overweight or obese. It's sad, but I have a suspicion that it has to do with their thyroids not working correctly. Sure, some eat fast food and junk food too much, but as for those who don't and try so hard to lose weight, I'm pretty sure it's their thyroids. My mom and grandma recently found out that they have underactive thyroids (hypothyroidism). They have to take medicine for it daily. Hypothyroidism tends to make you overweight.
 ...Okay, I've decided. I won't write tonight. It's getting late, my brain is getting sluggish, and I need sleep. I'm looking at 6 1/2 hours of sleep if I go to bed in a few minutes.
 One last thing: Wear sunscreen! I was in a hurry to leave the other day, so I brought a tube of sunscreen with me. I was looking for my mom and sister in a big crowd (We were at a local event with music, food trucks, etc.), and when I finally found them, I was in too much of a fluster to bother putting on sunscreen. I thought they had already put some on prior because their skin looked oily as though from sunscreen.
 Dummy! It was a combination of sweat and their skin shrinking from dryness! Like grapes turning into sun-dried raisins. Like fresh, spongy, healthy skin turning into shiny leather. ...Okay, sorry. I'll stop. Yes, I'm horrible.
 Later, when we got back, the two had ugly sunburns on their faces, scalps, chests, and arms. I have a little bit on my nose, forehead, scalp, and arms, but it's not near as bad as theirs. Probably my lips were sunburnt, too (I don't feel it anymore, so it's probably healed). They felt a fair bit raw. There's a sunscreen lip balm out there, so I'll look around for that. *looks it up for you* ...It looks like there are a lot of options for them on Amazon.com, so if you're interested, go ahead and buy some. Especially if you're going somewhere where there's water. Light bounces off water like a mirror and gives you sunburns like you wouldn't believe. It just doesn't seem like it because the waves are constantly in motion. The reflections off waves are like little rapid-pulse laser guns: Pew! Pew! Pew! Pew!
"Aaagh! Stop it!"
 "No! You must die slowly!"
"Nooo! I'd rather be tortured by my mom's singing than suffer this agony!"
"What's worse: A little sunburn for a few days, or your mom's singing for--"
"On second thought, just go ahead."

...Okay, I really need to sleep, now. I think I got my "writer's restlessness" wriggled out of me, now. I have no idea where I was going with that joke, but at least you know how corny my jokes are. I tend to like corny ones, puns, short ones, and short-lined dialogue jokes. I guess it comes from my grandpa (Well, the stories told to me of him, that it, since he died 4 years before I was born.), because he enjoyed telling jokes like: "'I see,' said the blind man to his deaf and dumb daughter." and saying funny things when people said certain things: G-pa: "What do you want to drink?" My mom: "Just water." G-pa: "Water's for washing your feet in!" And another: Guest: "Can I use your phone?" G-pa: "Yes, just put your dime down right there next to it." (As though it were an old payphone.)
Agh! I need to stop talking! (er, typing?) ...Now, where is that Sweetie? Probably sleeping with my mom or my sister.
Good night, all! Have a happy and safe June!

April 2016

 Yes, yes! I know! It's been several days since I last wrote! But things happen in life, especially mine, which tends to be a common occurrence for some dumb reason.
 This time, I had to spend some time organizing the bedroom (an ongoing project), procrastinating writing by exploring the entire internet due to writing anxiety (too many interruptions and distractions at home), and family talking constantly (mostly [mild] autism). I've been getting sleepy anytime around 12 - 2 AM, and one of them tends to go to bed around that time, so it's been impossible to find the opportunity to write.
 I also got the stomach flu recently, which is no fun at all. I'm close to feeling 100%, but the other day I kind of pushed myself too hard (impatient + wanting to do my usual, physical things), so I was back to feeling a bit unwell yesterday morning. Thankfully, I have a whole weekend to rest up and strengthen myself, so I hope to be 100% by Monday.
 I hate not being able to do my usual, physically challenging things. Like carrying a bunch of heavy groceries up a hill for several blocks (I've never been behind the wheel because the drivers around here are dumb and I've already been in 5 car accidents as a passenger, thank you), or running up stairs two steps at a time. Oh well, it's better than many situations.
 Wow, look at the time. It's 1:48 AM and I'm so tired, I want to fall asleep while sitting (Wouldn't that be nice?). I'd better put my log in here and smash my head into a pillow.
 Oh yeah, so I was thinking I might start scheduling my posts so that they are published in the blog during more... "waking" hours. I mean, me being in the U.S. and publishing blog posts during the wee hours of the morning.... Not many who may be interested in this blog would be awake. I may be wasting my time, but I'm going to try it and see if I get more views this way.
 I mean, I don't care who and how many see this blog. I don't even care if nobody is reading this blog. I just use this as a way to keep record of my writing so that I can go back later and be like, "Oh yeah! So that happened and that's why I wasn't writing for so long!" Also, I can later put together my word counts, determine how many words I did each day, then create a cool graph or whatever.
 Just something fun. It makes a good motivator for writing. Because if I feel guilty for not posting regularly to an imagined "audience", I will end up writing to alleviate the guilt for "letting people down". It's a nice trick to keep my fingers tap dancing on the keys, no matter what kind of day or week or month I've had. I used to be bad at writing regularly, but keeping track of statistics on my progress? Now, that's fun.
 See now, if you aren't having enough fun with what you know you love doing, you've just got to make it more fun for yourself or you'll end up not wanting to do it again. Add some spice or more sugar to your cookies. Add garnish to your dish to make it look fancy (Did you know that you can eat the parsley on the side of your plate? It makes a great breath freshener after your meal, and it contains some great nutrients, too. ...Yeah, I'm an herb-lover, as you may tell. Lol.). You get the point.

April 8th 
156,037 words so far
1:29 AM stopped
Random gibberish: jdbcskdjnvsdjcbsiv

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April [8th also]
159,688 words so far
8:45-ish PM stopped

 I had to stop unexpectedly because something required and occupied my attention for the rest of the night (Technology + my mom = gkjgjgdyrdh + "What does this do? What does this mean?" = me saving the day, with some difficulty at first. Because, although I'm better at technology than she is, I'm still a little behind the times by a bit.).
 That's okay, though. I got a ton of writing done prior because my mom and sister were out shopping at a couple of stores and enjoying the sunshine. I wasn't feeling up to it, yet, since I was just feeling better after a stomach flu that killed my appetite and weakened me for almost a week. I'm glad that's over! Whew!
 I forgot to post here yesterday because I was preoccupied with a different technology situation: We finally upgraded to a flat screen and a blu-ray player. I didn't buy the totally expensive kind, so they aren't that impressive, nor can you do a whole lot with them. I was surprised by how much you can do with the other ones, but since we won't be doing anything but watching movies with it, I bought the most basic one with decent ratings. We don't watch TV because it just keeps people indoors, brainwashes people with hours of annoying, time-wasting commercials, and it can destroy relationships if introduced to the wrong people (The latter being especially the reason why we don't have it: My autistic sister would throw a fit and go mental if she had to stop watching TV when she had to go to an appointment she didn't feel like going to or even going outside for fresh air. She'd also use it as an excuse to not go anywhere. Even without her living here, we'd still not want to watch TV all that much, which means paying the hefty bill wouldn't be worth it. And no, it's not bad parenting. It's autism. It's like having a toddler in an adult's body for the rest of your life. And trust me, having Asperger's myself makes life hard for socializing. Every day is about fighting myself to be as close to "normal" as possible. Everyday is about fighting anxiety and the lack of self-confidence. Everyday is about being stuck feeling like a stupid child while being expected to think and act like the adult that you look like, and fighting to keep your "I think and do things easily like an adult" mask on with your shoulder while juggling "normal, everyday things".).
...Whoops. Here I am talking about life with autism again. I suppose it's a good thing to keep you educated on it. It's interesting looking at it from the outside, really. I like wondering what "normal" people see and how they would best understand it in words. And it's most often best if it's explained not from a doctor, but with a person who has the condition. "What is it like for you? What is life like living with it? How would you describe it to a person whose brain developed the right way?"
 Honestly, I feel like nobody hardly reads my blog more than glance at it, so I don't care much about what I say and I ramble on anyway as though I were talking to someone who's actually interested in what I have to say and happen to be a good listener. ...Okay, that's kinda sad.
 Anyway, if you do read my blog: Thank you. You're awesome. High-five yourself. Wait, that's clapping. Just high-five your back, then. Yeah, pat yourself on the back. We're in this journey together. And it's an awesome one.

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January 2016

1:51 AM
January 9th
126,770 words total
Day 90
I was too tired to say anything here.

1:57 AM
January 11th
127,730
Day 91
Yep, looks like I'm officially back to writing again. I admit I got stuck on the last scenes, which weren't quite feeling right. Although I originally stopped writing because I got busy with other projects and family stuff, whenever I did feel like writing, my mind would go back to how I hated the last part for being annoying. Then I'd procrastinate because I didn't know what to do about it. Well, as always, daydreaming helped me over it. 

All I needed was a cat that woke me up this morning (Rather, the morning of January 10th) just before my alarm went off, wanted to go under the covers with me because she was cold, and lying in bed daydreaming for two hours while I waited for her to get warm enough. (P.S. She didn't, so I eventually had to get out of bed before she did because my bladder was otherwise going to explode. AND she didn't get out of bed until I was having breakfast. Funny little girl.) Done! Problem solved! You'd think that all cats are horrible to their writer owners for lying down on their computer, choosing their typing hands as a bed, or otherwise being a nuisance, but Sweetie isn't that at all. She just sleeps in my lap while I'm writing and evidently can keep me in bed until I have an idea that breaks writers' block at the right time. I say "right time" because the holidays are over, and because my sister no longer needs quite so much help after her bunion surgery (Her stitches were removed on Friday! Yay!). 

Something I'm currently doing now: Reading a book and writing a book at the same time. ^_^ Yes! Success, finally! In case you're wondering, the book I'm reading is called New Hope Chronicles: Book One: Dragon Flame by Pat Harris. It's a huge book, but it's amazing so far. I'm on page 141 right now. 

Something I'm thinking about doing: Writing two books at a time. Yeah, so I've lately been mentally pulling out my hair for not having written G1:TLB. Yes, that's the abbreviation of book one. :-) Excited? I hope you are, because I sure am. The last time I tried writing, I forgot my password for the Microsoft Word file! Fortunately, I did print off about five pages worth of writing I did in 2013 (or was it 2012?) before I had to stop writing and do a ton of important things. Was it stupid for not having written down the password? Very. But, at least I have the hard copy. Very soon I'll type that up again and continue where I left off. Besides that, why am I doing this? Well, I used to be able to write two different books at the same time back in 2007, so I want to see if I can try it again. 

Oh my gosh, this is hilarious. I'm literally having to type this with one hand right now because my other hand is holding Sweetie on the chair. She sort of slipped between my legs onto the chair, but she's at the brink of slipping off the chair, too, so I now have to hold my hand against her back so she doesn't spill all over the floor. Her fur is so soft, and she's so little, I swear she could become a great ninja cat and hide in the butt cracks of her enemies and still go unnoticed. ...Oh! Now she's snoring! Hahaha! ...If only I could reach the camera, but it's just two or three inches beyond my reach. ..Ha! I got it! ...by the sacrifice of her slumber, though. I caught a picture of her yawning in the position: 

Sorry for the jumbo legs view, there. Holidays makes people gain weight. But actually I'm pretty muscular (I'm not kidding you. I walk everywhere and am on my feet ALL day!). It's just when the muscles and fat relax together while being squished down flat on the seat of a chair that makes people look way fatter than they really are. Haha, I recall skinny girls in my 6th grade class giggling as they pounded on their thighs and made them jiggle: "Bwoom! Bwoom!" ...Heheh, uh, anyways. You get the picture. Oh, look! A cat yawning while her owner is keeping her from sliding off the chair! Cute! 

Time for bed, kitty. It's 2:51 AM. My head needs recharging, and you need some anti-slip material for that super-soft fur of yours. (Seriously, she's 4 1/2 years old now, and she still feels as soft as when she was a two-month-old kitten!)

1:09 AM
January 13th
127,807
Day 92
Seventy-seven words written. I think it's the weather. So many people all around the Seattle area have been getting sick lately, and today - er, January 12th - people have not been of good mood. My emotions can occasionally get rocky due to the weather, but today (Okay, I'm just going to call it "today" because my days usually end in the wee hours of the morning), it was pretty bad. Besides from only getting 5 hours of sleep, I was not feeling 100%. I was disorganized and not thinking clearly all day, kept stumbling over my words, and had a high level of anxiety. I'm fine now, but that's just because I don't have to talk to anyone. My mom and sister are asleep. The dog is asleep. 

Sweetie, my cat? Well, she's waiting for me to go to bed at the moment. She can always tell when I really need to go to bed. At first, she sleeps in my lap. Then, she gets up and sits on her belly (Not lying down, not sitting, not crouching: What else is it called? I can't think at the moment.), facing the direction of the bedroom. She swivels her ears around and occasionally looks back at me to see if I'm getting ready to get off the computer, yet. Now she's on the back of my chair, looking over my shoulder. Now she's on my lap again. *she burps* My, what a loud burp that was! It sounded like: "Kurrp!" That was the most satisfying cat burp I've ever heard. Anywayyy, besides me being obviously immature when I'm running on little sleep, I've now forgotten what I was going to say, next. Oh, well. Time to go to bed, kitty.

2:36 AM
January 15 - 16
129,837
Day 93 & 94
Woohoo! Almost 130,000 words! (Nothing significant about that number, really.) But I'm starting to fall asleep, so I think I need to wrap it up for tonight. Tomorrow I have to go bring some stuff to my brother. He's sick with a cold of sorts, so I have to leave around noon. Poor guy. Anyways, good night!

2:26 AM
January 17 - 18
132,629
Day 95 & 96
Nothing eventful happening in life lately. Nothing really does, except for personal, family-related problems that occur every now and then. My life is basically working, and later computer time at home. Today, I realized why I feel restless and tend to waste my time on social media: It's writing anxiety. I enjoy peace and quiet with nobody talking while I'm writing. Only problem is, I have a very talkative family with memory problems. Yeah, it sucks, I know. So, if I write during the day, I'm often interrupted with unnecessary questions, constant talking, people getting irritated and disappointed that you were listening to music on headphones while they were talking (How was I supposed to know you were talking to me? Wearing headphones means I'm trying to block out your face noise so I can hear my own thoughts!), and people thinking that yelling silly stuff back-and-forth at each other is funny. Okay, I do it, too. But it's not appropriate when somebody's trying to focus on a writing project, and they ask you several times to keep it down. And yes, I'm buying some sound-blocking earbuds, now. Ahh, but anyway. Story of my life. ...No, you probably don't want to read that story. Then again, if you were entertained by my tiny bit of venting just now, you might end up reading it. ...No, then again, that's not really what the story of my life is all about. It's not like a reality TV show, it's more like a thriller, action movie, and a documentary about a childhood full of all sorts of abuse. Yeah, unpleasant. But that little girl has grown up and survived even a rollover car accident. Okay, so that wasn't checked off my bucket list when I was still a child, but it's certainly the coolest-sounding, right? ...Okay, it was scary. But it was just like an action movie when I had my eyes open the whole time. The top of the car skidding across the road.... Okay, I need to shut up, now. Time for bed.

3:47 AM
January 18 - 19
134,794
Day [96] & 97
Oh, shoot! Time raced with me, hid, and is now laughing and mocking at my having lost it! I have to get up early "tomorrow"!


1:01 AM
January 20
135,059
Day 98
I've been falling asleep several times. I started writing exactly at midnight. (Interesting coincidence. I wrote the first words I did tonight and looked at the time. 12:00 AM exactly.) Unfortunately, I can't stay awake. I blame myself for getting only 4 hours of sleep last night. But I was just so animated, I couldn't easily stop writing where I was! Well, time to sleep, now. Much to my cat's delight, since I'm her bed. 
Psst! She's sleeping in my lap right now. She was complaining to me earlier to go to "beh" and was going in and out of the bedroom giving me exasperated looks as she did. *I doze off for several seconds* ...Okay, I really need to go to bed, now. This is a sign that I finally need to listen to her. Enough talk.


3:50 AM
January 20 - 21
138,407
Day [98] & 99
Agh! Time flies when exciting things happen in your stories! I have to stop now, or I'll just plop over tomorrow. I'm leaving off in the middle of the action, which is unbearable, but I absolutely have to go to bed, now! (P.S. The worst place to leave off writing is when you don't know what's going to happen next. So, leaving off here could be worse.) Oh, my poor kitty-cat. I told her "Let's go to bed", and she wakes up and rests her head on my nearby hand. I know, I'm sorry.

3:18 AM
January 23
138,501
Day 100
Woohoo! It's officially been 100 writing days since Day 1! Unfortunately, I'm having difficulty staying awake. I'll write some within that hour mark. ...Wait, 'that hour mark'? Haha, I just dozed off and kept typing, having some dream with dialogue in it. I meant to say: "I'll write some within the time frame of this 100th day." Ugh. I need more sleep. It's been catching up to me lately. And yeah, I only wrote a small handful of words this time because I started writing not long ago after playing a Pokemon game (Red version) on my GBA SP for several hours. 

11:58 PM
January 23
138,691
[Day 100]
 Why did I stop writing two minutes before midnight? Well... because, for some reason, a random thought popped into my head that was completely unrelated to what I was writing! Yeah, it's probably from the mere fact that I was multitasking, feeling unusually restless for some reason.
 I was writing, uploading a private YouTube video of my brother doing an impression of Wreck-It Ralph in a too-dark place (thus my making it private and not public, because it is pointless to watch. The only reason why I uploaded it to YouTube was simply because I wanted to hear what he sounded like in different pitches.), and playing Pokemon Red Version on my GBA SP.
 I stopped writing because I was annoyed that it was taking too long for YouTube to edit my video (I changed the lighting, but it still was too dark for the joke to be understood: My brother looks, sounds, and acts just like Wreck-It Ralph.). I just can't write and get distracted by the real world. I write best when I totally zone into the story, like I'm right there watching it unfold. So, if I'm anxiously waiting for a video to get done being edited so I can close YouTube and no longer have to think about it, there's no point in writing. I played the Pokemon game, checking every few minutes to see if it was done. Being that it took so long, that by the time YouTube finished editing it, I had some off-topic thoughts running into my head. I can't remember what the first video was that I watched, but, ultimately, one video led to another. And another.
 Watching videos of natural disasters wasn't really a great idea, either, so I tried watching other videos to get it off my mind. Well, I found something that looked interesting, but it ended up to be unexpectedly creepy. I found myself in the weird corner of YouTube. So, in the end, I ended up watching 3 hours worth of videos with no writing done early in the morning of January 24th! Yay! Hooray for no progress! Oh well, it's just one odd night of restlessness. ...I hope. *gulp*
 And yes, I do need to go to bed sooner than 3 AM. Or 2 AM. ...It's 3:29 AM right now. Good freaks. Monday morning is going to be a killer for waking up at 8:30 AM. Well, good night! ... *whimpers* O__O

2:08 AM 
January 24 & 25
140,986
Day 101 & 102
I'm falling asleep again and again and again. I could write all night, defeated only by the need for sleep.

1:32 AM
January 25 & 26
141,256
Day [102] & 103
Blah. There. I wrote something here. ...Sorry, but I'm trying to fix my sleeping schedule, and it's not getting much better by the looks of it. More writing here tomorrow! Here, have something funny to look at while you're waiting (an old picture of a lady with Grave's disease combined with a recent picture of me):

1:06 AM

January 26th & 27th

141,978

Day [103] & 104

 Interesting. So, it looks like I'm improving by stopping early by the half hour. Approximately 2 AM, 1:30 AM, and 1 AM. Good. So, I'll be able to reach my goal of 12:30 or earlier by tomorrow night (or is that morning? Haha). I have a very busy Thursday coming up, so I'll need extra sleep.
 Other than that, I don't really know what to talk about. Oh, yeah. Weather is always interesting to talk about. While the east coast of the US has been struck by a blizzard, over here in western Washington is getting a bit warm. I only needed a thin jacket today. And the wind was blowing. I love the wind. I have super long hair, so it always feels nice, cold or warm. 

  ...Yes, it started when I was little. I loved Pocahontas and could just feel how she felt with the wind in her hair. But I don't have black hair. Mine's dirty blond. ...Dishwater blond. ...Okay, is there a nice way to describe it? I hate saying both. *looks it up* Okay. This is much better: Dark blond or sandy blond. 

 Anyway, it turns into a golden blond in the summer, especially if I get a huge dose of sunshine. I remember back in 2004, when I was 12, I went to Disney World and Niceville, FL for the whole month of August. I had my picture taken near the end, and it was a fiery orange gold color. I loved it. 

 But you know what's weird? I have always felt like I'm a brunette, even now. Whenever I hear people talking about blonds, I forget I am one. Maybe it's because I look like a brunette in the dark? Or maybe I am that dumb of a blond, because I have Asperger's Syndrome? ...Whatever. Everybody's got problems, even the ones who deny it. (Psst! Therein lies their problem! They deny things about themselves too much! *imagines someone wanting to argue that statement*)

 Whoops. Look at the time. 1:41 AM. Oh well, I did promise you guys with "More writing here tomorrow!" Thanks for reading! :-D (P.S. I probably will not write until Friday night. Wednesday night: Early bed time! Thursday night: Exhausted and sleepy person time!)

1:55 AM

January 29th & 30th

141,988

Day 105 & 106

Don't worry, I wrote more than 10 words. I just had to delete a whole paragraph because I wrote it when I was falling asleep a few nights ago. 

Speaking of sleep, Sweetie is sleeping on my hand. She knew it was warm, she was cold, so she hopped into my lap and laid down on top of it so that it would warm her belly. Now she's using it as her pillow..

...*dozes off while writing this* *leg jerks* *wakes up in alarm* ...Okay, I can't be awake any longer. Good night/day!

April 2015

*April 9: At this moment, I don't feel like typing up a bunch of stuff here, yet. I just want to delete this from my writing file (I put my April 6th logging into the file where I am writing the book) where I left off:

April 6th
Stopped writing at: 3:18 AM
Words written: 1,128
Total words so far: 78,872 
Day: 50

Ahh. Now I can go write. And eat marshmallow circus peanuts. At 1:41 in the morning. And listen to my mom snore softly nearby. And now I'm going to shut up.

... *writes* ...

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...WHOAH. Long day. Got super sleepy sooner than usual. This is super weird, but as I was writing a scene just now, I started to fall asleep. I was even dreaming random gibberish. But I wanted to finish that part at least, so I kept on typing.
Well, it ends up that you can actually "sleep-type", much like sleep-walking.
I seriously have no clue what this means, but it's totally not what I meant to type. Far from it:

It took [character's name] several minutes to recompose your lunch.

They're on a battle field, and the guy is injured on the ground being dragged to safety by an ally, his burn injuries making him scream. The ally reassures him in a sort of way. What. The. Heck. "Your lunch" is the part that I didn't intend on typing. I recall sluggishly typing, head drooping, eyes barely open. I also recall the gibberish talking in my half-awake dream. I think a boy was talking in it, but I can't remember.

Okay, this is kinda' freaking me out. Time to go to bed.

April 9

Stopped writing at: 2:38 AM

Words written: 142

Total words so far: 79,014

Day: 51

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April 12
Stopped writing at: 2:55 AM
Words written: 870
Total words so far: 79,884
Day: 52

The only reason why I can't go much further right now is because my cat came out of nowhere just now and is letting me know that it's time for bed. Literally, I'm lying here in bed with my computer propped on my knees, and my little seven-pound cat is on my chest. It's really hard to write this right now with my neck craned over her back and my other hand as her pillow. I bid thee good night and good morning.

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Early 3:?? PM, April 12th into 4:04 AM, April 13th (13 hrs of writing)
Words written: 6,698

Total words so far: 86,582
Day: [52] and 53

Yowza! Huge writing storm! I just wrote for 13 hours straight! (Except for brief breaks of taking bites of food, gulps of water, being distracted by my noisy mom and sister, and using the toilet.) I couldn't stop writing. It was just too exciting. Having finished the complicated battle that takes place in this book, I zipped through like crazy. The battle wasn't very thought through 8 years ago when I came up with the book, but a good portion of the rest, I remember extremely well, so that's why it was so fast. 
Hmm.... *calculates numbers* ...WHAT?????? 6,698 words in 13 hours. Wowee.
Okay, I'm tired. And - whoops - I have to get up in 3 hours and 45 minutes for work. Oh, dear. Remind me not to write on a Sunday night again. XP
(Update: I survived work surprisingly well. After getting home, however.... ZZZZ....)
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April 14
Stopped writing at: 12:43 AM 
Words written: 263
Total words so far: 86,845
Day: 54

I'm falling asleep while writing. Can't go on. I regret not taking a nap after work today. *dozes off right now, jerks head up* My cat sleeping on my lap is not helping, either. I bid thee a good sleep. ZZZZ
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April 25
Stopped writing at: 2:03 AM
Words written: 2,256
Total words so far: 89,101
Day: 55

Coincidentally, I'm falling asleep while writing again. My hands are weak and deciding to take their own naps (inspiring something in my book, as a result of this being a common symptom of writing late into the night), my eyes are taking brief naps, my head feels heavy on my neck (like a bowling ball on a bendy-necked straw), and Sweetie is sleeping on my lap again. ...I just dozed off again while typing this. Don't wake up the moon with your snoring! (P.S. I don't snore, but Sweetie often does.) Nooo.... I don't want to wake her! She's having a dream. Akk! She's poking me with her claws! ...Okay, I need to go to bed. I can't stay awake any longer. Thankfully, she understands (and is delighted by) when I whisper, "Let's go to bed!" ...Okay, so she just woke from her dream just before I tried to wake her. Now she got up, turned over, and laid down again. Told her, but she just looked at me as if saying, "I don't feel like getting up." *pause* I just told her again, and she immediately got up, purred, looked up at my face, and squeakily yawned. Nighty-night!
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April 26
Stopped writing at: 4:32 AM
Words written: 1,676
Total words so far: 90,777
Day: 56

Ah, whoops! Look at the time! I noticed how late it was about an hour ago (It really doesn't feel like it!), but I had to finish a series of really moving, great scenes. I haven't finished them, but Sweetie, losing her patience, got off my lap and crouched on the arm of the recliner I'm in and watched me write.
All of a sudden, she had enough just now and, the clearest I've ever heard her say it, asked, "Go to bed?" (Well, of course she couldn't enunciate the g, t, and the d, but she otherwise said it more like this: "Oh oo beh?"). 
I've been teaching her various words ("Hello" and "En" = "Jen" are her favorites), and although I didn't expect her to say it, I always whisper, "Okay, let's go to bed!" or ask her, "Go to bed?" when it's time to go to bed. She'll ask, "Beh?" And I'll say, "Yeah! Let's go to bed!" It's our common routine. It's adorable. There's not a night we don't do this.
Anyway, during the time that it took me to type this for you, Sweetie acted crazy by climbing around the back of the recliner like a monkey, and now she's crouched on the arm of the chair, waiting for me again.
One more thing, Sweetie! Here's a pic of us as of a few minutes ago. As you can see, she's not very happy about being told that we can go to bed, only to have to wait for yet another thing. I'm so sorry!

This picture is so horrible. The color is off. It looks like my lips are bleeding! XO And yes, I'm battling adult acne. It's horrible. One of my aunts had this same problem, too.

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April 29
Stopped writing at: 1:11 AM
Words written: 884
Total words so far: 91,661
Day: 57

Sweetie is snoring on my lap right now. And I can't count how many times I've been falling asleep sitting here. Bedtime! 
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April 30
Stopped writing at: 1:42 AM
Words written: 480
Total words so far: 92,141
Day: 58

Ooh. I can't wait for it to reach its 100,000 mark. Getting closer.... 
Ooh. On another note, I can't wait to go to bed. Getting sleepy....
So much that I'm repeatedly falling asleep at the computer. I had to force myself up to 40% wakefulness in order to type this and be able to drag my feet to bed. I'm such a zombie. Urrrrgh.... ZZZZ *cartoon snorts awake sound effect inserted* That'd be really weird: Giving my book series a sudden twist with zombies in it. Zombie dragons in space? Nope! Let somebody else do it. Hey, that'd be some wild fan fiction or art! Ha ha ha! That'd be crazy. Somebody should seriously try it and post it on DeviantArt. Let me know if you do!

Update on Jan 22, 2016: I made a goof in February 2015's post, so I've corrected it there as well as in this post, which it also affected. ...Ha! I just noticed another goof in this post by itself, too. Go figure. I wrote all this AFTER I was done writing for the night, when I was at my least-functional and sleepiest.

September 2014

  Oops. Sorry for the delay in making this September post. I've been wild about making chain mail (see http://pumpkinsrandomprojects.blogspot.com/ ). Also, I've been busy with other little things, mainly social.
  My mom's birthday is coming up on Sept. 26th, so I'm planning on getting her some special things.
  Other than that, nothing much happening.

...Hey! Where's the logging I did here?? Ugh. No wonder people have been asking me if I've been writing lately. Somehow I either didn't type it up (which is likely) or it didn't go through right.
YES, I have been writing. See?

Words Written     (Difference           Words        Date        Time             Day
Each Time              from Last)          Total                          Stopped
_______________________________________________________________
1,106                   (+866)                46,697          2            1:34 AM         25
3,303                   (-2,197)              50,000          8            12:22 AM       26
2,641                   (-662)                 52,641          9            2:02 AM         27
1,828                   (-813)                 54,469         12           6:38? PM        28
1,024                   (-804)                 55,493         13           12:28 AM       29
1,933                   (+909)                57,426         14            2:08 AM         30
2,029                   (+96)                  59,455         19            11:31 PM        31
3,435                   (+1,406)             62,890         22            12:06 AM       32
3,225                   (-210)                 66,115         23*          2:15 AM         33


*A huge, epic battle has begun! :D Grjhcsidycbwekjcbd AHHHHH It's so exciting!!!! Heeheeheeheehee
Okay, okay, okay! I'll give you two clues (not three, just to drive you nuts):

1. Dragons fighting
2. Creatures/people of all kinds fighting
3.