NaNoWriMo 2013; *me actually doing it* :D :D :D :D :D :( :D :D :D

Yeah. My post titles rock. People will go through my archives and cry from the coolness contained in one web page.

Onto the subject matter.

For the last going-on-three years, I've (*SCREECHY GASP* BATTERY POWER AT 3%?!?!?! AND BROTHER TOOK MY CHARGER TO COLLEGE?!?!?!? *ANGRY PIRATE GROWL*) participated in the phenomenon that is NaNoWriMo. But, miraculously, I've been booked for the past two Novembers. Amazing coincidence, isn't it? The first year I discovered NaNoWriMo, my little sister was born via C-section, thus resulting in me and my other sister housekeeping whilst my mother recovered. The second November, we were in the middle of packing up to move out of our old house. So, this November, I am totally dedicated to finishing a novel in one month.

Yes. Yes I am.

I am stunned at how much I have planned, being one of those non-planners. I usually like to go by the whim of things, to "fly by the seat of my pants," as my daddy would say. I usually make up the characters, get a grasp of the basic storyline, then start writing and see where it takes me. I've found that I usually get extremely bored and confused by the middle of my book, so this time I decided I would fully outline and plan this year's NaNoWriMo novel.

So, I sat down with my brain. Yes, I really did. I had it in my lap. Oh, I should probably clarify that. You see, I own a binder called "my brain". I actually put stickers on it called that and everything.

<<< That, my friends, is my brain. I suggest every writer in the world get one. It can be anything you want—whatever works for you. mine is a binder, which I write whatever I want in and regularly print random pictures of random people whom I believe in my small little head to look like my characters, and then I also have a whole wall of sticky notes over there too.

<<< Yes, that's my new house. Yes, that's my shoulder. Yes, that shirt is new. Yes, it's quite awesome. My little brother is hiding somewhere in this picture too. Mysterious, isn't it?

So anyways. I sat down with my brain to plan out my book and GASP!!! I actually did it!!! I wrote out detailed character bios, planned a very quick overview of the entire book, and now I'm currently going chapter by chapter and penning down detailed synopses of each one. I'm on chapter 11! YAY!!!

So that's my NaNoWriMo story of me actually doing NaNoWriMo this year. For real. And not cheating. ;)

All for now!! Check back for a sneak peek on what I'm writing.... >:}

(It just occurred to me that none of my typey smiley faces have noses...)

So, how's your NaNoWriMo adventure looking?

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Well, Life is Back to Normal. Mostly.

For the past 9+ months, I have been living in mayhem and catastrophe.

Which is mostly why I haven't posted recently.

First of all, let me make clear that I have a family of nine people. That's two parents, seven kids, ages 19–1 years. 19, 17, 15, 12, 8, 4, and 1, in fact. So, imagine us in a 2500 square foot house with four bedrooms. Not TOO hard, right? Well, we were paired up, though, two people a room, and we had one kid left over. So we decided poor littlest sister couldn't sleep in Mommy and Daddy's room forever, so we decided to build a 4300 (appx) square foot house. We had already sold our house, so we needed to get out pronto. Luckily, my grandma had just bought a two-bedroom 100 square foot condo, and she offered to let us live in it for the 4-5 months it would take for our house to be finished. It was a tight squeeze, but we figured the four months would be over really fast.

MONTH 1:
Happy and excited and ready to go, plus we live next to a Chik-Fil-A. Pretty happy.

MONTH 2:
Getting a little suspicious since they haven't started on the house, but figure it'll be like Extreme Home Makeover or something.

MONTH 3:
Getting really agitated at D.R. Horton for taking so long on building our house but still holding out hope for five months.

MONTH 4:
Really sick of living in condo. Parents are getting a little crazy about sleeping on the futon couch.

MONTH 5:
When someone says house, we cry a little.

MONTH 6:
Everyone's lost their mind. People are going crazy. I once sat in my room in the dark just to imagine that I was in a bigger house.

MONTH 7:
A dull pain settles over us. We're getting close to numb about the whole situation.

MONTH 8:
Rented a beach house! WE ARE TAN AND HAPPY!!!

MONTH 9:
BEACH HOUSES ARE THE BEST!!! D.R. Horton becomes a curse word.

MONTH 10: FINAAALLLYYYYYY!!! THE HOUSE IS DONE!!!!!

So. That's my year so far summed up. We were in a condo for 9+ months. As in, three girls in one bedroom, four boys in another, parents on the couch and sharing the utility closet for clothes, and one bathroom for us all.

Funny fun fun, isn't it?

Not to mention the condo only had like two windows in the main area, so the whole place was like a cave.

When we walked into our new house, my sister busted out with;

I think I cried a little.

Anyways, that's why I didn't post that much those last few weeks. We're busy moving into our new house.

See, the deepness of this is, the condo was awful. But we placed our hopes in material things (our house) and it kept getting taken away. We should have been looking to God, who is always constant. Though I cried out for mercy many times in the last year, I didn't put my focus on Him, because I assumed everything would be awesome as soon as we got our house. I should have known that true peace comes with God.

Thanks!!

I was going to write a deep long life-pivotal post...but I did this instead.

Just know I have one in the making. So fear not.

Okay. Basically, I just discovered Pintrest. (I know. I'm a caveman.) So here I am on Pintrest, looking at a art class friend's board, when I recognized one of her followers. So I pressed her. And then I recognized my cuz as a follower. And I nearly fell over in happiness. Because my cuz lives in China as a missionary and I haven't seen her (we're super close) in over two years. Maybe more. So I was so excited to get a peek into her life that I nearly died.

And then I found her L.A.U.G.H. board, and I nearly lost all bodily functions laughing over all of the pictures she had posted.

Here's a sample of the funniest ones. The ones that made me cry and pee all at once.

This is so true.

This is me. Me. Me.

Me. Me. Me.

Me. Me. Me. Anyone else? Girls?

I don't know about you, but I'd be doing the same thing. :)

That's literally exactly what I thought when I saw it.

I always thought that scene was awkward...now I know what was really going on.

My bestie would die. Just die.

This guy rocks.

So someone understands. Someone out there. Please answer my call...

My little brother does a mean pterodactyl screech. I've never actually run a red light (I've barely run a green light) but I think I'd probably do this as well. Except maybe cry a little too.

Am I the only one who so believes this? I mean this has happened before. And it fell on me. On my face. That was pterodactyl-screech worthy.

This is the image of my little brother.

Yes. Yes. Mm hm. Yes.

I always wondered why people do that.

Me and my siblings joke about this ALL THE TIME.

Okay. This one totally hit home. Not only because the two girls resemble both me and my sister and me and my bestie, but that we both are obsessed with Tangled to the point where we can sing all the songs by memory, and that when we sing rainbows appear. And when I'm twenty two I'll still have Tangled and Phineas and Ferb songs on my iPod, probably.

This cracked me up so bad...

Probably true. Maybe...

I hope you enjoyed my cousin's crazy sense of humor. I did. I MISS YOU CUZ, CAN'T WAIT TO SEE YOU IN MAY!!!!