With the Dedication of a Barnacle

It's February now, school finals and the SAT are all over. I don't have an excuse for being lazy anymore.

Time for NaNoWriMo part two.

The first one worked wonders - and now that I need to rewrite my entire story, I might as well use the strategy again. 50,000 words in a month. Only for my personal benefit, this time. I should call it something different. Like SINoWriMo (Self-Inflicted Novel Writing Month). Or just STADATA (Sit That Ass Down And Type Already). Somehow I wish it were Leap Year.
I tried to do something yesterday, but as always, I got distracted by fanfiction, that cursed wondrous thing, and I wrote a grand total of 200 words in one hour. Well. Daily reports should curb that habit effectively.

Words written yesterday: 238. Total word count: 2,969. Words left: 47,031. Daily words to finish on time: 1,742.

Progress clip: “There is nothing fair about being held at knife-point to lead a murderer to your kin. Don’t expect any fairness from me. Ask me again and I’ll make you wish you had never been born.”

((read Sun Road here))


On another note, I just came back from Colburn. I take piano lessons there every weekend, and always walk in grumbling groggily and walk out humming happily (before falling asleep in the car, of course). Music is, oddly enough, the one thing I don't remember not having. I learned it back when I could still touch my toes and didn't look like an oversized twig insect as I performed Kung Fu. Heck, it was back when I still performed Kung Fu. I had the benefit of muscle memory and accustomed posture at the piano chair since I was four. I suppose I have my first piano teacher to thank for that - I don't remember much about her, but I'm pretty sure she was Russian and very particular about posture, and she had a mouth on her that could whip a deaf elephant.
But muscle memory and solid basics only go so far. I had to practice. Every single day, until high school happened and before that middle school and okay, I slacked off kind of a lot out of pure laziness. Still, I tried to hit about an hour a day, though when I was younger it was usually closer to half, and if there's a competition coming up nowadays it's usually closer to two. I've never bothered to count it all up; but by a rough estimate, I'd say that's enough time to have read 300 volumes of Japanese cartoons. Which means a lot of time.
I don't regret a moment of it.
I guess the point of this giant tangent is that music has it ups and downs, has its pleasures and its tribulations, and if I can play it for so long and still love it, I can do the same with anything (or perhaps it's vice versa, but I'll save that for a later date).