So last night I had a dream, and in that dream Sam, a friend of mine, asked me some question about Pokemon. She couldn’t remember the name of one, or something. I had been fighting with her about the internet’s reliability, and so I asked people on Twitter. There was no response until a day or two later, and the site I clicked through to was an advertisement for something that I don’t remember, and when I tried to click out my computer crashed and there was a virus that I couldn’t fix and it fucked up my computer completely.
That dream has no relevance, but I thought it was interesting (it probably isn’t).
The night before I had a dream about the college that I want to go to. My friend went there and she was coming down, and we were on a spaceship and she kept going back and forth to college and home, and then there were aliens and in a surprising twist of events, SHE was an alien.
I think the moral of the story is that I should stop telling the Internet my dreams.
I’m sorry to disappoint… The blog’s not a corner of jasmine flowers, sitting around and waiting to be watered. My apologies.
However, I do have a point in coming on here (for the first time in a really long time, whoops). July starts soon! Two days until July first, and I’m trying to write a 300,000 word trilogy. It’s going to be difficult and I might fail but I’m going to try, darn it.
The thing as a whole is 214 chapters and takes place over the course of 400 years, give or take a few. One book takes place on Earth, the other two on a planet called Trena that’s inhabited by aliens that I really need to name but haven’t yet. I have outlines on my wall for every chapter, I have a calendar for the last week of June, one for July (with daily goals), two maps, and a thing that’s up with a bunch of notes that are probably incomprehensible but I understand them, and that’s all that matters.
All I’ve got to do now is write the damn thing. I have the time, I have the outlines. I might not have the wrist capability, but I’m certainly going to try my hardest.
And if I fail I might hate myself just a bit, so I think I need to hit this goal. I’ve been planning for far too long to let it go to waste, and I doubt I’m going to want to write it later if I don’t finish it when I intend to.