Second, I applied for Harvard and Carleton today. Neither have the best music performance programs - or, like, any at all - but I applied. With essays and everything. There's a really big part of me that's freaking the fuck out. Because I'm going to be a legitimate adult, with responsibilities and stuff, in less than a year.
And on top of that, it just sort of hit me today that NaNo is in about nine days. I don't remember much after that revelation, but apparently I froze for several minutes and whimpered slightly. It was reported that I was also mouthing "Ohgodohgodohgod."
That more or less sums up my current feelings.
So I know I posted here a warm-up for the TCWT blog chain. That's not going to happen. All the people who say senior year is easier than junior year are lying liars who lie. I'm having to work far harder this year than I ever have before, which means that even a plot with the silliness of Ada Lovelace's ghost isn't going to be feasible, because it requires thought, effort, and a modicum of research. None of these are things I have in excess this November. So. Instead. My current plot idea is taking a bunch of characters I've thought about before and throwing them into that omphalskeptic favorite - "A Bunch of Friends Hang Out In a Coffee Shop and Don't Do Very Much," or as I like to call it, "[CENSORED FOR COPYRIGHT PURPOSES]". Highly original, I know.
On the upside, my favorite teacher and possible new best friend gave me permission to do NaNo for class credit instead of the normal assignments. So all of a sudden I have forty-five minutes a day to dedicate to NaNo that I've never had before. He might even participate in it, too. So there's a good thing.
But back on the topic of my own NaNovel, I have some characters that I've been sitting on for a while. I have the dynamic between them ready, I know who they are - I just need to send them into action. So, without further ado - Tammany Dreisang and Cale Smith.
- What is your lifelong dream?
- T: To own my cafe, which I've technically accomplished. To have it become a local Place, capital P, not just a Starbucks. To own a first edition signed copy of all of Neil Gaiman's books.
- C: To have a successful band. To not have to be an accountant other than for said band.
- T: And me?
- C: ... Fine.
- How do you feel about your life in general?
- C: Other than wishing I had an actual band, it's not bad. Sometimes a bit lonely, but whatever.
- T: I'm good. I don't really want anything more than what I've got now, except maybe a few more customers. I'm easily contented, I guess.
- C: Except when it comes to the last muffin.
- T: Shut up or I will end you.
- What do you fear most?
- C: Being a white-bread accountant for the rest of my life. And spiders. Spiders are scary.
- T: Teenage vandal hooligans with spray paint coming after the cafe at night and defacing all it's windows with nastiness.
- C: Bit specific, isn't it?
- T: At least it's not spiders.
- If you could spend a week anywhere in the world, where would it be?
- T: San Fransisco, definitely.
- C: Can I travel in time, too?
- No.
- C: Then... Sundance?
- Acceptable.
- T: How are you talking to the questionnaire? Is that even possible?
- C: Trade secret.
- What's the worst argument you've ever been in?
- C: Well, there was a nasty political argument that sort of got me exiled from my group of friends junior year of college, but I think the worst would be when I took Tammany's muffin. She would not rest until I had been thoroughly doused in cheez-wiz.
- T: You absolutely deserved it. A once in a lifetime experience - a cranberry triple-chocolate muffin with walnuts, custom-made by my favorite bakery, and you eat it. Idiot.
- C: You covered me with cheez-wiz. You are not the sane one here.
- T: Well, you grabbed the whipped cream and started spraying me back.
- C: Self-defense.
- Who's your best friend?
- C: We just told you about a cheez-wiz and whipped cream fight. You need to ask.
- T: Yeah, honestly.
- If you knew you were going to meet your true love tomorrow, how would you react?
- T: I'd laugh so hard I'd probably pull something.
- C: Hey, don't knock love.
- T: Wait, the high and mighty Cale with a soft side? Be still my beating heart. No such thing as true love.
- Final question: How would you react if your friends suddenly no longer wanted anything to do with you?
- C: Ask what took them so long. Go write depressing songs. Maybe move.
- T: Spend the night sobbing. Maybe get falling-down drunk and make some new friends.
- C: I don't think I've ever seen you drunk. No one likes you.
- T: Shut up, muffin-stealer.
I honestly really like these two. They'll be fun to write, at the very least. Next are Jim, Morgan and Nathan.
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