Day Four Out the Door

Three days of writing have passed, and I'm already behind schedule. I blame my plot.

It's a book about a guy who's got some sort of virus in him that's trying to take over, but he's coping with it by painting. Until the feds take his girlfriend, of course, because they think she'll have the virus, too (spoiler: she does), and they basically want to dissect her and figure out how it works. They don't go after the main character because he's either A) too strong, B) not there when they invade his house, or C) some combination of the two. Stereotypical 'save the girl' quest begins.

My problem is that I'm no good with the filler parts of the story. I want to get the plot going, get the story moving, but the last time I did that I was told that the pacing was way off and I needed to slow down, do some build up.

But, I digress. Still no word from Dom, and I'm starting to get a little worried. I'll go by her house later tonight (after I've got my words done) and see if she's sick or something.

Nobody, signing off.

November

It's finally November. Though I'm sad to see Halloween go, I'm anxious for the launch of Halo: Combat Evolved Anniversary. National Novel Writing Month has just started today, and I'm less anxious about it than suffering a sense of dread. The day is already half over and I haven't even written a single word, let alone started the Word document. ...this does not bode well.

Sadly, Dom isn't here to see me ripping my hair out; she's not in school, and hasn't been answering my texts. Apparently, she's taking it to extreme lengths to avoid me. Well, this post should get her attention, if she's still checking out the blogs: when we started it, she wanted me to refer to her in a gender-neutral fashion (part of that paranoia about the internet that I mentioned earlier), so outing her as a girl should get her either angry enough to bitch me out in person or at least delete the references to gender in this post. Here's hoping I know her as well as I think I do.

Nobody, signing off.

Progress - I've Made None

I haven't asked Dom what's up yet; the moron is avoiding me almost religiously, and tends to escape if I'm seen approaching. I'm beginning to think I might've done something wrong. I really hope not. I suck at apologies.

Anyways, with my birthday out of the way, there are only three more dates in the next month or so that I'm looking forward to: Halloween, the launch of Halo: Combat Evolved Anniversary, and the kick-off of National Novel Writing Month (in that order). Don't get me wrong; I love NaNoWriMo to death, but I also love Halo, which is my number one procrastination station. I never actually finished the first game in the series, so I'm hoping to rectify that wrong with Anniversary. I don't think Halo 2 should get a revamp, though; it's recent enough that if it does get a revamp, it should probably wait until the twentieth anniversary of Halo.

I'm also looking forward to whatever Bungie decides to do next. They've really shown their best with the original Halo trilogy and Reach, and I'm eager to see how they intend to top the series that launched them into fame.

On another note, since Monday I've been waking up at around 3:30 each night (last night and the night before my phone clock read 3:33, but I didn't check the clock on Monday night). I don't know if it's a dream that I don't remember or what, but it's starting to get on my nerves. I don't feel nauseous or sick, I just wake up and fall back asleep a few minutes later. It's just annoying.

Nobody, signing off.