No Shyte! (the second) or, How Doth One Write Thyself a Book?

'ello, Loves!

does anyone else find that, when they spend a night listening/viewing someone with an accent, (or someone with a voice, really) they start to think in that person's voice?

no shyte.

for some time now, I've fancied writing a book.

I have absolutely no idea of where to begin, or how to begin, or what it would be about, I only know that, indeed, I should greatly like to write a book.

has anyone ever heard of NANOWRIMO? (http://www.nanowrimo.org/)

I've done that once, and let me tell you, it was incredibly difficult. I ended up writing 4,000 words of my 10,000 word-count goal thingo.

twas a novel, indeed, about a girl living in a house, all alone, accept for a schizophrenic figure of a friend, who helps the girl (who is refered to as such throughout the entire book) overcome her fear of remembering her life before she was 15.

insane, no?

and also, she has a stalker.

if I were to write a book, for real, I would want to write it half about the thoughts in my head (NOT journal style, that shyte is way too over-used (but perhaps, now that I think of it, a personage unlike myself writing a blog of sorts...?)) and half fictional novel-esque sort of thing, neither one being at all related to each other.

my problem is commitment. with nanowrimo (TM, or something) I got stuck halfway through the month, and almost gave up.

I totally suck, right?

Ever thine... x

P.S.

why does the world hate me so much as to deposit me with the yearning for veganism, but the deathly allergy of nuts?

P.P.S.

you know who I love?

Emilie Autumn.

her book is the one journal-style that is original.