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A new year, a new blog, same mess of a writer. |
Date: 12.01.18 -- Day 110 (NaNo WC Overall: 70,436) Music: "War Anthem" / Max Richter & "The Curse" / Agnes Obel I am a 2018 NaNoWriMo winner! 70,436 words. Words that took so much out of me that I cannot think to write again with any coherence. I will as my mind is still whirling, but maybe not for a day or two. Regardless, it's done. A solid win. A messy, jumbled, hectic win. But a win. My first time crossing this finish line in the nine years since I've started this. Boom. Since writing anything else on the experience will be for another day, I assembled the playlist I used to during the writing sprints. It's one of those things that just kind of came together when I started writing after that first slump. It's a bit discordant because the theme of the story is a bit of the same. Based around a protagonist who has lived thousands of years with no end in sight, the slightly jarring nature of the songs comes from what she feels when everything goes from a stagnant life to one filled with constant upheaval. A touch of melancholy and quiet, simmering anger. NaNoWriMo 2018 Playlist ![]() ![]() ![]() The world was on fire and no one could save me but you It's strange what desire will make foolish people do ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() It's another time, it's another day Numbers they are new, but it's all the same Running from yourself, it will never change ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() When you love to your limit You gave all you're given Who you gonna pray to when you're there Will you find out that there ain't no other love No other love for you ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Do you realize again, you chased an idea Healed an earth behind some broken creature ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Sometimes I think it's gettin' better And then it gets much worse Is it just part of the process? Though I know I should know better Well, I can make this work Is it just part of the process? ![]() ![]() ![]() Tell me now of the very souls that look alike, look alike Do you know the stranglehold covering their eyes? If I call on every soul in the land, on the moon Tell me if I'll ever know a blessing in disguise |