*I sit here, profusely beaten by the day. *
Wow. I thought accomplishing something would make me feel…good, but instead I feel…tired. I'm sitting here, in my make-shift-clean-as-I'll-get-it-today room, with a pillow propping closed the door and using a keyboard upon which the 'backspace' key is a left pointing arrow. And the bad thing is, I keep making typos. But, I have gotten QUITE a lot done today.
I did clean my room, which has now convinced me that God cleaned my room on the sixth day, and then decided he needed a break afterwards. And I did that inevitable chore that comes with cleaning one's room- Laundry. I have never seen so many socks in my life! If I see another sock I'm going to stuff it down my own throat. Not to mention that it's taken 5 loads to clean just MY clothes (the washer and dryer are STILL going) and I had to fold clean clothes and towels. If cloth weren't soft, my hands would be bleeding so badly; I'd have to go to the emergency room by halo flight. And I emptied my e-mail inbox, reading every story that was in there.
By the near-end of cleaning my room I was muffling whimpers and trying hard not to cry. I've never been so tired in my life. Emotionally and physically- just from cleaning. Then, I took a bubble bath, did my 'get rid of the plague' acne treatments and an over-all facial and even managed to de-puff my eyes. Now my face is all cute, clean, and rosy. And my hair is a hundred times better, though it does have a bit of that 'beach-hair' style going, but I don't mind because it's no longer disgusting and oily.
But, that's not even the stuff you guys care about, huh? That was just the REST of the day. Here's what you guys care about- I ruined my Chick-fil-A - (Not that I don't support eating cows. I mean, eat the bastards before they eat you!) -Dinner to write for you guys. I got the first eight rewritten chapters planned out for 'A New Pirate in the Caribbean' and I couldn't be happier. So, I'm trying to post the first two edited chapters by Tuesday at five.
I got a characterization for Jesse- it blew me away. It happened a couple of days ago, so I've been working on NPITC since Friday whenever I could. (We went to San Antonio to shop on Saturday-all day, and Sunday I spent watching POTC to burn it into my brain.) But the characterization was a complete epiphany. I wiped fog off the mirror right after I had brushed my hair and was about to get in the shower, and I look into it- and see Jesse. I kind of went "…hello…" and she went, "Hi. Why the hell aren't you writing me down?" and I answered, "uh…" and sprinted off to get a pad and jot her down. But I like her SO much more. And the story's going to flow so much better.
But seriously, if this A/N gets much longer, I'll be posting a journal instead of an introduction and disclaimer. But that's what I did and what got me here. So, sit back, relax, and read…but don't forget to review!
Disclaimer: I don't own Pirates of the Caribbean, Jack Sparrow, Will Turner, Elizabeth Swann, Gov. Swann, Commodore Norrington, Lt. Gillette, Murtogg, Mullroy, Barbossa, the crew of the Black Pearl, the crew of the Dauntless, the buccaneer crew of the Interceptor, Jack the Monkey, the British Royal Navy (Duh.), Giselle, Scarlett, the Caribbean, the Black Pearl, the Interceptor, the Dauntless, Tortuga, Port Royal, Isla de Muerta, any Aztec gold, or anything else affiliated with the Disney owned and copyrighted 'Pirates of the Caribbean, Curse of the Black Pearl'. I do however own Jesse, and all of the other people you don't recognize. If I don't own them and neither does Disney, I'll let you know. I think that this disclaimer pretty much covers everything except my bills.
Toodles and ta!