Yes, my 2009 project is that close. I'm nervous but mostly excited about...everything. I came up with ideas for my last two stories. One of them is the fantasy story that I agonized over for several weeks. I decided to do a rewirte of one of my older stories. I wrote out a lot of the detail and plot line this time so it's more...prepared. When I first came up with this idea for a story, I ws at school, and this was about 4 years ago. I'm keeping the title the same, but I'm renaming most of the characters. I'm actually going to try and make my character's names mean something.
Anyway, the other idea that I came up with was for my future NaNo (I know, I've planned that far ahead). This idea came from a video game this time. I know, kind of weird. But the plot and ideas are all forming in my head. I'm going to write this all down before I forgot and I don't want to do that. :P
Well, I hope that you're all having a fantastic holiday! I'm counting down the days until I must resign and stop working on Last One Standing. Though I might cheat and finish. Well, enjoy the rest of your time off!
Yuki
Thursday, December 25, 2008
Friday, December 19, 2008
Woot!
I am currently at 105,079 words and guess what? I finally reached my halfway point in the novel! Woot! I'm so excited. Yesterday, I broke 100,000 and pushed my way here today. So I'm happy and going to take the rest of the night off so I can formulate more ideas in my head. :ninja: Actually, I need to do some planning and editing. :6:
HALF OF MY STORY LEFT!! :D
HALF OF MY STORY LEFT!! :D
Monday, December 15, 2008
Special Announcment!
Good tidings I bring!
Tonight (even though this post is techincally morning), my little sister finished her first novel. I'm so proud of her and her work! :D Congrats to you, sis! I hope to be there soon as well
Also, I broke my record of how much I wrote in one day. My previous record was eight thousand words in a day. Now it's ten thousand. My little fingers are a little tired but my brain even more so. :P
Time for bed.
Yuki
Tonight (even though this post is techincally morning), my little sister finished her first novel. I'm so proud of her and her work! :D Congrats to you, sis! I hope to be there soon as well
Also, I broke my record of how much I wrote in one day. My previous record was eight thousand words in a day. Now it's ten thousand. My little fingers are a little tired but my brain even more so. :P
Time for bed.
Yuki
Thursday, December 11, 2008
My Past, How I Started Writing (2)
Part Two:
In my previous post, I talked about how I ran paper routes for most of my childhood and left off at getting a new house in 2001 and quitting the routes. By then I was a little into my eigth grade year. I just started Algebra one, and struggled through that course. I also took my third year of band, where I became the second best clairnet player in the group (my teacher said so). I even had two close friends that I spent a lot of time with. Maybe I should tell about that one too. In my first year of band, I met a flute player, "M", she and I start just talking and we ended up becoming friends.
However, in my seventh grade year, talked to this other flute player, "L", and we also became friends. I couldn't have been happier. I used to consider my outcast back in those days so having two friends was a blessing to me. In my 7th grade days, I also wanted to get closer to the Lord. Though our youth minister at the time did nothing to make me feel welcome or special in the youth group, I still wanted a relationship with Christ. I talked this over with L and she told me about her salvation. I didn't become a Christian right then. I knew that I needed to pray about this more. Around that time, jealousy ensued. M didn't want me to hang out with L because she felt like I was giving more time to her. I didn't care either way and continued to divide my time. Then it all stopped.
Ah, I forgot to mention a very important happenening in our first year at our school. My mom became a part of the Parent Advisory Team, a group of parents who helped decide where money should be spent, classes, and other things. Though she wasn't qualified (because you had to have been at the school for a year), she got on anyway. That began another chapter in our crazy lives. Don't get me wrong, we liked being busy but sometimes you need a break. Also in my seventh grade, I started talking to another girl. She was new and I wanted her to feel welcome. I took a creative writing class with a really nice teacher. However, trouble ensued on the final project of the class, a video project. The boys had enough members to have one team while the girls split into two. I had a lot of people I knew on mine. However, things went wrong from the very start. We couldn't get our video equipment to work and couldn't borrow the school's because they only had one camera, used by the boys.
When the unveiling of our project came about, we had about two minutes of our work. That was it. We were humiliated and the boys make jabs at us. We left that class in tears. I told my mom, who told the principle. I dropped the class. However, the new girl that I was talking to was joining the next part of that class. I was talking to her about our schedules and was telling her how good the class was, even though I had a bad experience. The teacher thought I was bad mouthing him and got angry at me. He claimed that he never heard the comments from the boys and that I was a horrible person. That added more to my hurt. (Later he got fired for throwing objects at students.)
Now in the seventh grade, I was thirteen. I had already started to write my first story (which no one will ever read) called Saraki's Big Adventure. I was so proud of that work as well. Of course no one ever read a the few pages I had written because I didn't want them to know about it. So I continued writing and started another peace called Planet Ice-Cream (every bit as horrorfying as it sounds). I also had two songs written. One called "She Didn't Go There" and another "Where R U Going?". As I mentioned before, my songs were very much influenced by the first CDs my parents bought us (us being my older sister and I). The first three that we owned were "WOW Hits 2003", Steven Curtis Chapan's "Declaration", and Zoegirl's "Life". Those were our lifelines at the time and our first exposure to "Christian" music. All of what we played before was in band.
Seventh grade turned into eighth and I talked to more people. My mom quit her job as a warehouse manager and could actually be involved in our lives more. We were all excited at this. However, our cars broke down. We got a purple van to preplace our old one. We repaired our Ford and it got better gas mileage than before. At that time, my older sister skipped her Algebra assignments and ended up with a severe punishment for doing so. I was horrified and the lessons I skipped, I went right ahead and made them up. At that point, I didn't write as much as I would've liked. But that didn't matter. When I was in that grade, some demons started to attack me. This happened around the same time as my youth minister left our church for being involved in an affair with another member (both of them married). Even though I didn't know the minister that well, I was still impacted.
That began the tipping point in my life. I still knew about God and His existence, yes. However, I hated church. I never wanted to go but would. Sometimes I would feign illness to get out of going. Headaches for me became very common along with migraines. So I used those to get out of church. I admit that I shouldn't have, but I did. I'm ashamed of that part of my past. I also was teased about my weight. I wasn't heavy, in fact I looked anorexic. Even though I was super skinny, I ate like a pig. I could eat and eat and never gain an ounce. However, M, who was a little on the heavy side, delievered the most teasing. I hated myself. I hated causing pain to my friend because she wasn't as light as me. I cut my hip. I knew about cutting and that if you cut your wrists, people would notice. I had no way to disguise that so I cut a less obvious spot. Never once did the blade cut real deep. However, I still cut myself. I began to fall into a deep depression that no one knew. My life became a facade. No one could tell that I was unhappy.
End Part Two
In my previous post, I talked about how I ran paper routes for most of my childhood and left off at getting a new house in 2001 and quitting the routes. By then I was a little into my eigth grade year. I just started Algebra one, and struggled through that course. I also took my third year of band, where I became the second best clairnet player in the group (my teacher said so). I even had two close friends that I spent a lot of time with. Maybe I should tell about that one too. In my first year of band, I met a flute player, "M", she and I start just talking and we ended up becoming friends.
However, in my seventh grade year, talked to this other flute player, "L", and we also became friends. I couldn't have been happier. I used to consider my outcast back in those days so having two friends was a blessing to me. In my 7th grade days, I also wanted to get closer to the Lord. Though our youth minister at the time did nothing to make me feel welcome or special in the youth group, I still wanted a relationship with Christ. I talked this over with L and she told me about her salvation. I didn't become a Christian right then. I knew that I needed to pray about this more. Around that time, jealousy ensued. M didn't want me to hang out with L because she felt like I was giving more time to her. I didn't care either way and continued to divide my time. Then it all stopped.
Ah, I forgot to mention a very important happenening in our first year at our school. My mom became a part of the Parent Advisory Team, a group of parents who helped decide where money should be spent, classes, and other things. Though she wasn't qualified (because you had to have been at the school for a year), she got on anyway. That began another chapter in our crazy lives. Don't get me wrong, we liked being busy but sometimes you need a break. Also in my seventh grade, I started talking to another girl. She was new and I wanted her to feel welcome. I took a creative writing class with a really nice teacher. However, trouble ensued on the final project of the class, a video project. The boys had enough members to have one team while the girls split into two. I had a lot of people I knew on mine. However, things went wrong from the very start. We couldn't get our video equipment to work and couldn't borrow the school's because they only had one camera, used by the boys.
When the unveiling of our project came about, we had about two minutes of our work. That was it. We were humiliated and the boys make jabs at us. We left that class in tears. I told my mom, who told the principle. I dropped the class. However, the new girl that I was talking to was joining the next part of that class. I was talking to her about our schedules and was telling her how good the class was, even though I had a bad experience. The teacher thought I was bad mouthing him and got angry at me. He claimed that he never heard the comments from the boys and that I was a horrible person. That added more to my hurt. (Later he got fired for throwing objects at students.)
Now in the seventh grade, I was thirteen. I had already started to write my first story (which no one will ever read) called Saraki's Big Adventure. I was so proud of that work as well. Of course no one ever read a the few pages I had written because I didn't want them to know about it. So I continued writing and started another peace called Planet Ice-Cream (every bit as horrorfying as it sounds). I also had two songs written. One called "She Didn't Go There" and another "Where R U Going?". As I mentioned before, my songs were very much influenced by the first CDs my parents bought us (us being my older sister and I). The first three that we owned were "WOW Hits 2003", Steven Curtis Chapan's "Declaration", and Zoegirl's "Life". Those were our lifelines at the time and our first exposure to "Christian" music. All of what we played before was in band.
Seventh grade turned into eighth and I talked to more people. My mom quit her job as a warehouse manager and could actually be involved in our lives more. We were all excited at this. However, our cars broke down. We got a purple van to preplace our old one. We repaired our Ford and it got better gas mileage than before. At that time, my older sister skipped her Algebra assignments and ended up with a severe punishment for doing so. I was horrified and the lessons I skipped, I went right ahead and made them up. At that point, I didn't write as much as I would've liked. But that didn't matter. When I was in that grade, some demons started to attack me. This happened around the same time as my youth minister left our church for being involved in an affair with another member (both of them married). Even though I didn't know the minister that well, I was still impacted.
That began the tipping point in my life. I still knew about God and His existence, yes. However, I hated church. I never wanted to go but would. Sometimes I would feign illness to get out of going. Headaches for me became very common along with migraines. So I used those to get out of church. I admit that I shouldn't have, but I did. I'm ashamed of that part of my past. I also was teased about my weight. I wasn't heavy, in fact I looked anorexic. Even though I was super skinny, I ate like a pig. I could eat and eat and never gain an ounce. However, M, who was a little on the heavy side, delievered the most teasing. I hated myself. I hated causing pain to my friend because she wasn't as light as me. I cut my hip. I knew about cutting and that if you cut your wrists, people would notice. I had no way to disguise that so I cut a less obvious spot. Never once did the blade cut real deep. However, I still cut myself. I began to fall into a deep depression that no one knew. My life became a facade. No one could tell that I was unhappy.
End Part Two
Tuesday, December 02, 2008
My Past, How I Started Writing
Hey all, I hope you read this post because I wanted to share my history and how I started writing. I know I usually use this blog for writing purposes only but I thought that this would be interesting. This will probably become a two or three part post, depending on how much I want to get into.
Part One: Introductions
Hello, my name is Yukioh Monozuki, or at least that's my online name. I started writing at the tender age of tweleve. I don't remember all of the circumstances that got me to the point where I started to put my thoughts on paper, but I did. At first though, I didn't want to share or open up my work and when my older sister read a piece of it out loud and called what I wrote "stupid" I almost gave up. But I didn't I kept on writing because I wanted to prove her wrong. My stories were childish at the time, yes, but you have to start somewhere. At that age, I was just adjusting to an unfamiliar setting. In my younger years, my mother completely homeschooled us. Also, we just moved to our first house. Needless to say, a lot of changes happened in that short amount of time.
I think in that transition of a new found freedom helped me a little. My first works were songs, inspired by new CDs that our parents gave us for Christmas. But before I get to that, I need to explain the life that we lived beforehand. At a very young age, we moved from the east coast to the northwest. I don't remember everything that happened but I do remember staying at my aunt's house for a while while we looked for a house. My dad just got out of the navy and was looking for employment. While doing that, my mom took a job at Toys 'R Us to help support me and my three sibliings. My older sister and I went to school with my cousins while my younger siblings stayed home.
At that time, I remember some good times and bad. We were pressed for space with a total of ten people sharing a trailer. However we made the best of everything. Eventually, we rented a two story duplex near where my dad got employment. This became the first remarkable event in our lives. We got to move into our own place! I mean, we lived in a house on the east coast, but we got to live on our own again. This excited us. However, we couldn't live on my dad's salary alone. My mom took up a paper route to help make ends meet. And at that time, my older sis (age ten) and I (age eight) helped her. We woke up in the middle of the night to help bag, fold, and run these routes. At one point we had up to three. We were homeschooled at this point so most of our schooling took place in the late morning/afternoons.
My older sister and I would alternate days, except on Sunday's. My dad helped out then and we would split the route in two. We attended church when we could, but most of the time we were took exhausted to go. Still, we made ends meet and got to spend time knowing God. Now, while this seems like a terrible experience I learned a lot though it all. I got to spend some good time with my mom and dad (as I would go with him on Sunday's because I knew my way around :P). I grew close to them and we had a strong bond. I must say that through the "harsh" times, we pull through by God's grace. As a result of the route, our cars started to break down and we couldn't afford to fix them at the time. Yet God provided. It was clear that even though we couldn't go to church every week, His hand was upon us. I will never forget the kindess and grace He showed.
Being tight on money, we always had to sort out what we wanted and what we needed. My older sister and I had a good sense of this but as my younger siblings grew older, they didn't understand quite as well. When we started to get into a better financial situation, we could afford more items. Though we still ran the routes, we were not complaining. This was an experience we would never forget. I remember my mom had surgery to remove a galstone. I got scared because I thought I was losing my mom (mind you, I was young). She lived, I'm glad to say. :P In that time, my grandparents came out to help us with the routes. My mom sent me to teach them because I knew them quite well (my older sis wasn't awake at 11pm-3am). They said we were insane, but hey, we lived.
In 2000, our landlord said that he wouldn't renew our lease. We had been fighting him for years over the land because it leaked raw sewage, had a mouse problem, and people stole our items. Our family decided to take a new step. We moved into our first house in September. I remember the excitment we all felt when we stepped inside. We were in awe. I think we kind of got used to the idea that we would always be in one spot. Thanks to the help of a Real Estate agent at our church, we got this house and he even helped us pay for new carpet. God blessed us immensly. However, we still ran routes. My mom talked about starting a new school when I was entering 6th grade. We would be going to a parent co-op center, which was just as exciting. We still juggled the routes and managed to get up for 8:30 classes. I became interested in band at that point and started my first year on the clarinet Somewhere in my 8th grade year, my mom took a manager's position and my older sis and I didn't have to run routes anymore.
We were excited at the news. However, even though we quit, it took a long time to get used to not waking up in the middle of the night. I will never forget the routes. They hold so many memories for me. They range from being chased by creepy people, to ordering out at Jack-In-the-Box (a rare treat mind you), checking out our groceries at QFC (the night crew was so nice to me), my dad getting bit by a dog, talking to my parents about everything, and listening to old radio shows on Saturday mornings.
End Part One
Part One: Introductions
Hello, my name is Yukioh Monozuki, or at least that's my online name. I started writing at the tender age of tweleve. I don't remember all of the circumstances that got me to the point where I started to put my thoughts on paper, but I did. At first though, I didn't want to share or open up my work and when my older sister read a piece of it out loud and called what I wrote "stupid" I almost gave up. But I didn't I kept on writing because I wanted to prove her wrong. My stories were childish at the time, yes, but you have to start somewhere. At that age, I was just adjusting to an unfamiliar setting. In my younger years, my mother completely homeschooled us. Also, we just moved to our first house. Needless to say, a lot of changes happened in that short amount of time.
I think in that transition of a new found freedom helped me a little. My first works were songs, inspired by new CDs that our parents gave us for Christmas. But before I get to that, I need to explain the life that we lived beforehand. At a very young age, we moved from the east coast to the northwest. I don't remember everything that happened but I do remember staying at my aunt's house for a while while we looked for a house. My dad just got out of the navy and was looking for employment. While doing that, my mom took a job at Toys 'R Us to help support me and my three sibliings. My older sister and I went to school with my cousins while my younger siblings stayed home.
At that time, I remember some good times and bad. We were pressed for space with a total of ten people sharing a trailer. However we made the best of everything. Eventually, we rented a two story duplex near where my dad got employment. This became the first remarkable event in our lives. We got to move into our own place! I mean, we lived in a house on the east coast, but we got to live on our own again. This excited us. However, we couldn't live on my dad's salary alone. My mom took up a paper route to help make ends meet. And at that time, my older sis (age ten) and I (age eight) helped her. We woke up in the middle of the night to help bag, fold, and run these routes. At one point we had up to three. We were homeschooled at this point so most of our schooling took place in the late morning/afternoons.
My older sister and I would alternate days, except on Sunday's. My dad helped out then and we would split the route in two. We attended church when we could, but most of the time we were took exhausted to go. Still, we made ends meet and got to spend time knowing God. Now, while this seems like a terrible experience I learned a lot though it all. I got to spend some good time with my mom and dad (as I would go with him on Sunday's because I knew my way around :P). I grew close to them and we had a strong bond. I must say that through the "harsh" times, we pull through by God's grace. As a result of the route, our cars started to break down and we couldn't afford to fix them at the time. Yet God provided. It was clear that even though we couldn't go to church every week, His hand was upon us. I will never forget the kindess and grace He showed.
Being tight on money, we always had to sort out what we wanted and what we needed. My older sister and I had a good sense of this but as my younger siblings grew older, they didn't understand quite as well. When we started to get into a better financial situation, we could afford more items. Though we still ran the routes, we were not complaining. This was an experience we would never forget. I remember my mom had surgery to remove a galstone. I got scared because I thought I was losing my mom (mind you, I was young). She lived, I'm glad to say. :P In that time, my grandparents came out to help us with the routes. My mom sent me to teach them because I knew them quite well (my older sis wasn't awake at 11pm-3am). They said we were insane, but hey, we lived.
In 2000, our landlord said that he wouldn't renew our lease. We had been fighting him for years over the land because it leaked raw sewage, had a mouse problem, and people stole our items. Our family decided to take a new step. We moved into our first house in September. I remember the excitment we all felt when we stepped inside. We were in awe. I think we kind of got used to the idea that we would always be in one spot. Thanks to the help of a Real Estate agent at our church, we got this house and he even helped us pay for new carpet. God blessed us immensly. However, we still ran routes. My mom talked about starting a new school when I was entering 6th grade. We would be going to a parent co-op center, which was just as exciting. We still juggled the routes and managed to get up for 8:30 classes. I became interested in band at that point and started my first year on the clarinet Somewhere in my 8th grade year, my mom took a manager's position and my older sis and I didn't have to run routes anymore.
We were excited at the news. However, even though we quit, it took a long time to get used to not waking up in the middle of the night. I will never forget the routes. They hold so many memories for me. They range from being chased by creepy people, to ordering out at Jack-In-the-Box (a rare treat mind you), checking out our groceries at QFC (the night crew was so nice to me), my dad getting bit by a dog, talking to my parents about everything, and listening to old radio shows on Saturday mornings.
End Part One
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