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It's been a while. Months, actually. My excuse is that first I was busy with all kinds of real life things, and then came NaNoWrimo. I wrote fanfiction, so I couldn't post anything of it here. Also, aside from that and a few poems, I haven't really written much.
I'll try to get back into it, however, by continuing to enter contests here. Happy House will be finished eventually; I was, and am still, too fond of it to merely let it dwindle and die. I should also probably revamp my profile, although it's not the first priority by any means. Will take a look around later today to see which contests are still active, stretch my legs... and maybe attempt to blow some dust off from the corners of my house.

So, that challenge I spoke of a month ago? Completed successfully. I wrote something each and every day of April, and most of what I produced is actually worth reading. Many of the texts that weren't contest entries for WritersCo can be seen here either way, and there will be more as soon as I come up with titles for a couple of them scribblings.
I don't feel like I've accomplished that much, but I'm a little bit proud either way. I think I'll have to do this again, sometime.

Struck by an extremely inconvenient fit of ennui, I committed a good deed for the day and spent some time clicking the 'Random text' buttom, ranking writings as I went. I should do this more often.
Now to alleviate my boredom in other ways...

I have set upon myself a challenge. I am to write at least one piece, be it poem, short story, or something else, each day during this month. It's not only good practice, but also an excellent motive for participating in more contests on here. I got off to a good start yesterday, coming up with an April Fool's joke for the Daily Poem slot over at Elftown, along with a cheerful spring poem, and an acrostic poem which I already put up here - 135.Poetry.Lover
Today I'll have to see about creating something for Concerti.

I'm working on my Nanowrimo novel, slowly but surely. I'm at 2532 words, nearly a thousand behind the recommended count for this day - it would be good to get 1667 words/day, or 1666,66 if you want to be that precise - but I'm hopeful. This is beginning to be the longest text I've ever written, and my main character isn't even born yet. I just a moment ago whored more words by using Shakespeare's 18. sonnet, and I might insert another at some point. My story will also include, somehow, a trebuchet, and the words/expressions discombobulate, catamite, chthonian, eldritch, tyromancy, thews, squamous, onomatopoetic, l'esprit de l'esqalier, hybris, demagoguery. Why? The former because it's a challenge on the Nanowrimo forums, the latter just because I can. And I'm looking for more words to include in that list. On top of these, I'll be inserting tributes to various films and books, as many as I can get away with.

This is going to be so much fun, even if I don't reach 50k.

Its veins shine through the pale, pale skin. They glow, illuminating it in iridescent splendour of hues, as if the halo of a celestial being. Even lying prone on the operation table, unmoving, clearly unconscious and barely breathing, it looked outlandish. Otherworldly. Ethereal. The tiny black wings protruding from its shoulder blades shiver lightly with each laborous inhale-exhale. Tangled hair the colour of autumn leaves cascades in wispy locks around its head, sticking to its face where its tears have dried. Long lashes brush the narrow cheeks that seem too skinny, the slightly parted, colourless lips are chapped.



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Bah. That's all there is to it. I know the writing sucks. :P
And I noticed the tense jumping back and forth. :P

But that's the basic idea of the character. It might be pregnant, I haven't decided yet.