i like busy but... shit!

and busy as fuck i am. i've got several irons in the fire right now and they are ALL on a time crunch.

i'm trying my best to rock NaNoWriMo this year, as i excerpted from the novel for this year in my last post. things always go well, as long as i go to work, because i seriously do very little at work. it affords me a lot of time for my distractions (like sewing, writing novels, reading, practicing japanese... you get the idea. i don't work hard). but on those days i don't go to work, all hell breaks loose, because i cannot write at home. talk about distractions! i eat, i clean, i play games, i hang out with the lil sis, i sleep... i do everything but write. i really wish i could rectify that. but it's going to have to come to a point where i have time to not only do all the extraneous bullshit, but have dedicated sit down time (like i have at work) to be able to write at home. of the 15003 words i'm supposed to accomplish by the end of today, i have 7137. at this point, my goal is 3000 words each day to try to catch up. so enjoy the fruits of my most likely ill advised labor...

*be advised, this is a novel for NaNoWriMo, so it's going to be raw, ugly, unedited work!*

The rest of the night was divine and pleasant. After the sun set, the torches were lit. and the men enjoyed one of the finest day of age feasts Endop city had ever seen. Rayar Spellwater had arranged a sampling of every meat and vegetable the region had to offer. Halfway through the meal, he even presented his some with a rare delicacy of cake, brought from Ristia, the nearest city, over 800 treks away.

After dinner the games and entertainment resumed. But Arbitrol was still burdened. He was glad to be a man, to be free of his father’s house and his corrupt ways. But he wasn’t so sure he was ready for the real world. he would have a job, and to top it all off, a wife. He wasn’t ready, he was sure of it.

“Where is my thank you, boy?”

Arbitrol was startled by his father’s voice as he passed a tree near the city center.”

“Father! You scared me out of my skin!”

“that wasn’t my intention, but I’ll surely take my pound of flesh. You didn’t say thank you.”

“I.. I’m sure I did.”

“you didn’t. you thanked the guests. And the servents, especially that deviant sigue. Don’t think I don’t notice how much time you spend with him. You even thanked that old passgass morgory. But not me! Your own father!”

Rayar caught his volume and calmed down. “Thank me now before I beat it out of you.”

“Thank you, father! Thank you. the dinner was magnificent, especially the cake. And the amusements are the absolute best. Thank you for… raising me… to see this day. I… I’m proud to be your son. Thank you!”

“What else?” Rayar asked lowly, stepping closer to arbitrol. He fought back the urge to flinch. Rayar hated to see signs of weakness in him, most of all a flinch.

Arbitrol couldn’t think of what his father meant, then remembered. “thank your for providing me a wife! No son could get a greater gift.”

Rayar stared at his son a moment more. Arbitrol wasn’t sure what his father would say or do. it may be my day of age, but this celebration is for him. his achievement, his power. He’ll do anything he likes, even beat me if he wants to.

A greasy smile eventually curled the corners of rayar’s mouth. “You’re welcome, my one and only son. You don’t believe it when I say it, but I do love you, Arbitrol. I always have. I always will. Everything I’ve ever done was for you.”

“I know, father. Thank you. I love you too.”

Arbitrol gingerly held out his arms and his father grabbed him. they hugged for what seemed longer than appropriate to arbitrol.

“you owe everything to me. All you will ever do. remember that, arbitrol.” His father whispered. Arbitrol felt the familiar numbness he felt when his father said things like this.

“yes sir. Thank you.”

Rayar let his son go suddenly. He looked him over again, smiled, then patted his arms. “go on boy, enjoy your celebration. don’t overdo it. we still have the soire tonight to go.

“Yes sir.”

Rayar turned and strolled back toward the music and he lights of the celebration. Arbitrol was officially exhausted. Both of the party and with his father. He turned to the darkess to rest at home before the soire when he heard yelling behind him.

yeeeaaah, that's tasty. other than nanowrimo, and on a tighter deadline is my outfit for ANT, which is in less than a week. yikes! i shared the pic of my character from Dramatical Murder in the last post and i made a fair amount of progress on the cosplay today. i'm basically turning a regular tshirt into ringer tee with a furry mouse hood. i struggled with the shirt the most because i'm a big girl with tig ole bitties. every huge ass shirt was loose everywhere but my chest and it's kind of crucial for it to be loose everywhere. i might have to find a way to tie these puppies down some between now and next weekend. or everyone that sees it will just have to dispel a lot of belief. I'm leaning toward the latter. 

anywho, today i marked the tshirt sleeves to cut off to add the furry ringer tee sleeves. also took off the collar because i need to reattach it after i get the hood attached. as so:

the hood i cut weeks ago because i was excited about finding a material that not only looked good, but matched the original colors 

i went with a semi-circle cut for the hood instead of two halves. one, because i think the two halves would be ugly and two, i need the hood to be seamless, since i have to put the mousey face on it. let's hope it works out. i kind of don't have time to go buy more fabric to try it again! i'm on the verge of displaying true cosplayer behavior: down to the wire, finish the outfit the morning of the con.

so about that collar, Nao's collar is brown, to match the sleeves. i ain't got time to be dying shit, so i pulled out the good ole acrylic paints and mixed a matching brown.

that's a match, right?

my motto for a lot of this shit is "close enough". it may not be exact because i am a poor amateur cosplayer. but if you're able to scrutinize the mistakes, you're standing to close and need to move around. so i used that mix to paint the collar and it looked really good.

tomorrow i'm looking forward to cutting the sleeves off the tshirt. i'm going to use them as a pattern to make the ringer sleeves, and i might even get them attached (i hope!). once those are on, i can add the hood, put the collar back on and add the face to the hood. that's the game plan at least. here's hoping it plays out right between now and friday. i'll keep ya posted!

i'm back, my babies!

i made a pair of these for halloween...

no big whoop, just fingerless gloves. but after making my skirt for akon this year, i realized i'm kind of into sewing. my moms tried to get me interested as a kid, but i wasn't having any of it. now, i love it. currently working on a costume to cosplay this

this cute lil guy is Nao, from a BL game called Dramatical Murder (i'm sure i've mentioned it somewhere before...). the minute his that face popped on my computer screen, i knew i had to wear that hoodie. so far, the project is going smoothly. i ordered fabric for the long stripped sleeves from this bomb site called spoonflower.com. you can design your own print on a wide variety of fabrics, or you can purchase one from the awesome designs already on the site. a week or so a go i got some furry fabric for the hood and already have it cut. i bought a tshirt to attach it all to, but it wasn't quite as baggy as i want it, so i've got a place to get another one. soon as i get that, it won't take long to finish. i just need something for he whiskers. i want them to be attached, not painted on or anything (the entire face will be attached: teeth, white snoot, nose and eyes, and ears), but i don't know what material to use. but i have a few weeks to figure it out.

Only a few weeks, Kits? why is that?

because i'm going to Anime North Texas! it's a brand new con in fort worth and i'd like to give them a try. i can't imagine how hard it is starting a new con in this town, but if it gives me another chance to cosplay, i'm all about it!

so yeah, i've been pretty crafty recently, but that doesn't mean i've given up my passion of writing. as you can see, it is november 2nd, and that means it's the second day of NaNoWriMo. for the third year in a row i'm going to do my damnedest to crank out a 50,000 word novel before november 30th. will it be complete? it's highly possible it won't be. will it be coherent? in most places, but not all. will it be littered with typos, grammatical errors, plot holes and loose ends? definitely. in years past it was my goal to actually 'win' NaNoWriMo, and by 'win' i mean get to 50,000 words. the first year, when i thought i was really cooking, i only got 13,000. last year, i managed 28. even though pressure is the name of the game, this year i just want to write. i'm off to a good start this year with a lil over a 1300 in the first day. the daily target, to get to 50k by the end of the month is 1,667. while that may not seem like a lot... it is. 

in fact, i should probably be doing that now instead of blogging. but here's an excerpt of what i have so far to tide you over, my babies. ciao!

The setting sun, the lapping waves, the faint sweet smell of the blooming tree, all nearly took Arbitrol away to the land of sleep. He’d had a long day

His father had paraded him all over the settlement today. “My greatest achievement,” Rayar had said over and over. The one he had so little to do with developing, Arbitrol had thought as he glad-handed every man they’d visited that day. It was the eve of his 19^th day of age. Rayar wanted everyone to celebrate with them. And give Arbitrol gifts and currencty. He’d raised a boy and managed him to survive to 19 ages. He would certainly live to the ripe old age of 60 from there, as the people of their settlement often dreamed of.

So proud… Arbitrol thought. “and so full of shit.” he muttered as he swatted a passing insect. Before he could lay his hand back on his chest, his televice sounded twice.

“Arbi? What are you doing boy?” his father bellowed into the communicator.

“I’m here, father, I’m here,” Arbitrol moaned as he patted the ground next to him to grab the televice. He glanced at it and his eyes met his father chilling icy blue ones, set in his hansom chisled face. Arbitrol was often glad he didn’t favor his father’s sinister look.

“Are you at that tree again, boy?” Rayar sighed. “I suspect if the water wasn’t nearly acid, you’d be frolicking in that as well. Why you enjoy being outdoors, in the elements all the time is beyond me!”

“Was there something you wanted father?” Arbitrol cut in.

“Of course, I don’t contact you to talk, boy! Come back to the house, I’ve got good news for you!”

“Now?”

“Yes. Now, Arbitrol.” Rayar’s face flashed with a darkness for only a moment. Arbitrol had seen the look before. His father was not a cruel man, but he was impatient and not accustomed to being told no.

“Yes father, on my way.” Arbitrol stood, dusted himself off and headed home.

holy shit, wait i'm not done! i mentioned yesterday in my 'revival' post of sorts, that i would be revamping the site. that will more than likely happen tomorrow, whether or not i actually post anything artsy. so look forward to that. in the interim, check out the blog i DID work on today,  The GoodGirlGrind

*dusts of blog* this thing still work?

shit i hope so...

hi!

i don't suppose you missed me, did you?

well i damn sure missed you.

Well where the hell were you, Kits? why'd you leave, where'd you go?

well my babies, summer was a busy, busy, time for me. i went to afest, had a birthday ("26" years young, baby!), improved my art, took up sewing, did some partying, met some cool as hell peeps, got a second job, became re-inspired to write, committed to one more con this year, finished two video games, looking to play two more, celebrating the little sister's 18th soon, along with thanksgiving, christmas, new years... needless to say, i'm a bit exhausted and a little overwhelmed.

however, in addition to all the crap i ALREADY have going, i've added fitness and wellness to my plate. and to track the progress of said self improvement, check out my new blog, The GoodGirlGrind.

as for this lovely little spot, i'll be updating a lot more often along with The GoodGirlGrind. i won't bore you with all the action you missed in the last few months, but instead start fresh with current happenings, starting, wait for it.... tomorrow! yay you! and like my other blog, this one will be updated, looking good, connected to social medias, so on so forth.

so look forward to it, kids!

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i am posting a blog post now, lol.

so, if you're a clever dick, which i know you are, you notice the title of this post is a play on the name of that spectacular, funk nasty group Mindless Self Indulgence. of which Shut Me Up is my favorite song.

yeah, drink that in...

but! the reason for today's post is to hip you, my babies, to my best friend's podcast on Soundcloud.com. You can check her out at https://soundcloud.com/lindsay-libby-choice-mescudi. She's funny and insightful and I hope to hear so much more from her!

What about you, Kits, what have you got going on during these long absences? well, i'll tell you... jack all. a little bit of the same really. Still drawing (i think i'm getting better?), still writing furiously (yeah, I know, I promised a blog exclusive story, and i WILL deliver... eventually), gearing up for the last con of my year, AFest, gaming (goodbye The Last of Us, you were a mind fuck from beginning to end. Hello Grand Theft Auto V!) and generally trying to keep one's head above water. i believe i have too many irons in the fire. but that guarantees is that i will never be bored. what it also almost guarantees is that i will never finish anything. but you know what they say, it's about the journey, not the destination.

just rambling at this point, so i'll call it a night!

this time it's for me...

so i've embarked on a new weight loss journey this past saturday. just on a whim really. in june, at A-Kon, i went to a panel about using macro nutrients to lose weight and weight train. they gave a lot of great links and the name of an app called MyFitnessPal. I downloaded it at the time and forgot about it.

on saturday, i marveled at how much crap i've downloaded to my phone and started cleaning house when i happened upon the app again. so i started fiddling with it, entering what i'd eaten, what exercise i did(n't) do that day. I was immediately impressed with the app over any other similar app i'd used so far. it has a much more comprehensive list of foods, the ability to scan bar codes so you don;t have to enter the details for new food manually. it also sets up weight loss goals based on your lifestyle. even syncs with other apps you may be using for tracking weight or exercise and gives daily weight loss estimate.

this lil doodad inspired me. i already wanted to shed some pounds  cosplay for next years con. but using MyFitnessPal makes it seem so easy. I have a set amount of calories, meet or go below that amount (but not too much below, because it will message you not to starve yourself ;-) ). i add in my exercise and water, and it does all the awesome calculations for me.

In addition to rediscovering MyFitnessPal, a group of my friends have a Facebook group encouraging each other to work out and eat better. It was like a godsend. the weekend i start using the app, my bestie posts a new challenge for the group.

yes. my muffin top is a source of constant sorrow for me. i can deal with the fat arms and legs. but to try to wear a cute top with the gut hanging over your jeans... it's just not the business. so i've dived into this whole-heartedly. i actually started before they group officially started :-P and DAMN can i feel it already. today was day five and while walking into work today, i could feel the change in the sides of my abs. 

i'm a fat girl, but i have pretty decent ab control (years of holding it in!). in addition i'm getting in no less than 30 mins of walking a day, five days a week.today i did about 35 mins, burning almost 250 cals.

i feel good. of course it's the same with all lifestyle changes. it's fun at beginning, but a week or two in, you could slap the unholy shit out of someone for some fricking fries from Burger King. but at the same time, i'm in no hurry to lose weight. i feel like it's going to happen, little by little. i do have a goal of 60lbs by january. and i'd like to able to plank everyday for five minutes (oh the pipe dream!) but I don't feel the need to crash diet to try to lose 100 lbs in a month. i'm happy to take it slow for the first time in my fat ass life.

i dunno why it's different this time, but i like it. hopefully this weight loss adventure will be more fodder for my blog. stay tuned!

what the fuck...

just realize I've born a hatred for guys, for they way the few I've interacted with have treated me. but I'll be damned if I'll be full throttle lesbian. what am I supposed to do now...

human romance eludes me. people are so superficial and conniving, ultimately just to fuck someone. maybe. people are genuinely in love out there, right? sex is great, but connection on a deeper level is possible. I wouldn't know personally. people only want to fuck me apparently. do I lack depth, personality? what did I do wrong, where did I go wrong?

not try I guess? always wanted a romance, but I'm not one to actively seek such things, not my nature. so since I don't throw my ass at anyone that looks at me twice, I get to be alone. and really, it's kind of a moot point. I already accepted that fact six months ago. looking forward to that anniversary, really. I suppose lil talks like this are just for my reaffirmation that I don't expect much out of life when it comes to love. which is good. I'll never be disappointed that way...

...

blogging on the go, I guess. about to head out to work. late. on purpose.

don't. even. care.

feeling real bluh today. a lil depressed I think, not sure about what though. bad sleep last night too. 

I want spaghetti... but I'm broke.

ugh, just.... uugghh...