Well as the title indicates, I had a very good day today!
First, I was officially accepted into the masters program I applied to! YAY! I start in early January...which is very soon! It's an interesting program because you build it yourself. The idea of the program is to take two different fields and find a way to combine them. I am combining communication studies (my bachelor's degree) and creative writing (my passion!) into storytelling! I'm still trying to work out the details but I'm very excited!
Second (related to the first), I found out the tuition for my schooling is a lot cheaper than I thought! AND they offered two different student loans! YES! I was becoming pretty anxious wondering how was the best way to pay for it. I had the money for the first semester but the idea that there's a loan available is comforting.
Third, I submitted a short story to my university's literary magazine and it was accepted! They posted it today and I went to this event where they talked about the magazine and the pieces submitted. The magazine is divided up into sections and they had people come up for each and read their poems or a piece of their story. It's fortunate I ran into the professor in charge of the magazine before the event because apparently I was one of the people chosen. In fact, I was the only one to get up for creative non-fiction and they had me read my entire story! It was amazing to have a crowd of, like, sixty people just sit there and listen to me read my entire story! AND THEN have them come up to me and say it was good!
Fourth (related to the third), they had copies of some of the art featured in the magazine and they held a raffle for them. My dad really liked one and I put my ticket in the bucket for that one since none of them struck me in particular. I won it! XD Christmas present!!!! Woo! I do feel a little bad though because I found out after I put in my ticket that mom wanted another painting...and she actually knew where she'd put it as opposed to dad's...ah well. I already got her a good Christmas present. :3
Fifth...is a minor thing but it made me happy. I had lost my pocket knife a couple of weeks ago. I love that thing because it has nail clippers and tweezers (haha, how funny is it I use it more for grooming than anything else?) so I was pretty bummed I lost it. But I found it today! Totally added to the awesome day!
So overall an awesome day!
AH, and I just realized that I never posted the results of NaNoWriMo! I made it! 50,000 words in 30 days! It's not the end of the novel but I won NaNo! Woohoo! Now I need to actually finish the story...
But first I need to register for classes, figure out the finances, maybe find a student job, buy a parking decal, and get my textbooks! Ohmygoodness, so much to do! Enjoy and love! -Kaitlyn
I apologize for the long gap in posts but I have been incredibly busy these last two weeks with NaNoWriMo. What is it? It stands for National Novel Writing Month. It's a non-profit organization that issues the challenge every November to write a novel in a month. Specifically, the challenge is to write 50,000 words in the 30 days of November. That's about 1,666 words a day. You can check them out at www.nanowrimo.org for more information.
Today (or yesterday, depending on your point of view) marked day 16 of the challenge. The goal was to reach 26,666 words. I am at 26,214 (barely behind!) For those of you who work in pages and not word counts, that is 80 pages in Microsoft Word! 80! And I'm just over halfway done! Crazy, right?
Well I thought I'd like to share a little bit about my novel on here. I am still writing it so I can't guarantee that any of this is final (I've already changed my synopsis four times and the title three) but here is what I have currently...
Title: Children of Katima
Genre: (Young Adult) Fantasy
A katimar is a person with the ability to control an
element. What it meant to be one depended on who you asked.
For Lily and her friends, it meant being borderline outcasts
due to the massacre that killed over a dozen Katimar families several years
ago. It meant surviving together with a multitude of questions and no answers.
For Aqua and her sister Brysa, it meant a way to help their
adoptive family, and possibly was a clue to their unknown past. They learn
quickly that it can also mean being a magnet for other katimars, good and bad
For Malon Taro, it meant power. And that power had to come
from somewhere. And he was going to find it.
When Malon Taro’s plan threatens the lives of the Katimar
people, Lily, Aqua, and the others will try to stop him, answering questions
about their pasts and the history of the Katimar people along the way.
If you have any questions, feel free to ask. :) I always love to talk about my writing! Also, if you want to keep up with my status here is a lovely widget that shows my word count!
There, I said it. It’s been written down on paper, carved by
the tapping of my fingers on keys and stamped across the screen in black
pixels. I want to be a writer. I want to write! I want to write stories and
poetry and random bits and pieces of my mind on paper. Ideas and thoughts dance
and bounce within my head and I can’t keep them in much longer! They need to be
out! They need to be spoken, to be written! They need to be shared and loved
and hated and tossed around in conversations.
I want to be a writer!
The thought of it, the daydream that sweeps across my mind
in identical waves of excited anticipation and blind terror, overwhelms me
sometimes. My fingers twitch, searching for the keys, for the scrawled lines of
pencil that will express this anxious ecstasy raging in me. SPEAK US, the words
scream at me. TELL SOMEONE. They need expression! They need freedom! I need to
I need to be a writer.
The stories are fantastic! I can see the rolling hills and
stormy skies of one story right next to the dank cell with its darkened metal
bars and sandy floor. Smiling faces of a happy family around a heavy wooden
table linger next to a woman sobbing at a freshly dug grave. Glowing figures,
indistinct and unformed, flit around the pictures of a bloody war that rages on
past the strength of the men who fight it. All of these are jumbled together,
crisscrossing and mingling in ways they shouldn’t. I need clarity! I need
I need to be a writer!
I want this from the depths of my stomach, in the clench of
my jaw and neck, in the frenzied twitch of my fingers. It doesn’t disappear
with time, it only grows! DESCRIBE WHAT YOU SEE, the ideas command me. TELL
THEM WHAT YOU HEAR. For I can hear the voices of a thousand characters murmuring
and yelling and crying out their stories to me and asking that I share them.
TELL THEM! They haunt me in dreams of vivid emotion that swell over my head and
drowns me in sorrow and joy and fear. They come to me in whispers when my
frenzied daily thoughts slow for a moment. They whisper ideas, epiphanies into
my ears. They grab my hand, pull me down a fresh trail of thought that I hadn’t
explored and give me plot flowers along the way. DO THIS, WRITE THIS, SHOW THEM
THIS. GIVE US VOICES. And I do, and I want to, and I need to.
I have to be a writer!
I can’t stop this imagination within me, this construction
of hundreds of worlds and innumerable stories. I can’t suppress them—I don’t
want to suppress them! I want to show them to everyone. See what I see, I
plead. Hear what I hear, know what I know. Read what I write. Don’t you see? I
can’t, I won’t, I refuse to stop it. The walls of my imagination are cracking;
the creativity has been contained too long! It will come out of me like a wild
animal confined to a cage too small that has finally found its escape! Ripping
and snarling and eager to fight their way into freedom, these tales must be
spoken! You see, there’s nothing you can do.
I will be a writer!
PS: I am so psyched for NaNoWriMo! Twenty days and counting!