The Joy of Holidays at my House.

I hate the holidays. I love them, but I also hate them. There's too much work that has to go in them. Sometimes you're doing it alone and sometimes you're thrown in a room feet first with a room full of people that you can only stand in small intervals. THAT is my family. It would be way easier if I had a boyfriend that liked the holidays, or had friends that actually didn't spend time with their own families and came to my house instead. When I was younger my best friend and I had made a pact that when we're older and married with children, we'd always rotate holidays at our houses. This is a dream that I still look forward to. Until than? I'm stuck listening to stupid football(that I hate) on the TV, the ghost of my brother that should be in the bedroom playing video games, the awkward feeling towards my sister(that I seriously want to punch in the face) and of course my crazy mother and her mom fighting non-stop about the stupidest things. Actually? Now that I think about it, its them fighting that usually brings my sister and I together on the holidays. There's always something that happens though, some stupid arguement. Someone getting mad. Someone leaving earlier than expected or someone not showing up at all.

I just want things to be different.

Poop-stains on my nanowrimo life!

I'd like to take a second out of my 'never all that busy, but too busy for you' schedule and say... I suck! When it comes to my writing, it turns out (although I always had a feeling) I am my own worst enemy. Not even a full week into NaNoWriMo and I've already decided to scrap the story I've been working on and start something new. I'm going to spend the weekend working on idea's and webbing out plot details and hopefully that'll put me back on track.

In essence, the idea's for both Trophy Life and Being Cinderella looked good on paper. The only problem with both of them being? You can't have a story with just a beginning and an end. If you did, trust me.. no one would read it.

Everything is a disraction and I can't ever find peace and quiet (which I desperately need to write) So in short, LOL at my attempt at NaNoWriMo because I really did think I'd get further than I did last year. Sadly... unless I have some brilliant idea AND complete silence to produce it? The road is suddenly looking like cocka!

Wish me luck!... we all know I'm going to need it.