Can someone please tell me why I am crying?

I mean, I'm only writing. So why am I crying? Why? Why? Why?

And that is how fictional characters are birthed...

Daphne meet Pencey. Get ready to fall deep in love whether you like it or not.

EDIT: So names are changed. Pencey is now an idiot. Noland, get in there. GET IN THERE AND FIGHT FOR YOUR WOMAN.

What I'm Researching

I don't know how it happened, but chess is now in my WIP. (WIP 2 died before a word even came out...) Although for WIP 3 (something contemporary for once!) I haz a crazy idea concerning chess geeks. DUNDUNDUN.

Stealing from Myself / NaNoWriMo

It's that time of the year again where I excitedly sign up for NaNoWriMo, write 1600 words a day for a week, and then slack off. A LOT. I don't even think I can last a week. Maybe two or three days? This year school has been so hectic. I don't even have time to read--which is a very, very sad thing to point out. (And yes, school books do not count...) But I will try.

I had this extremely weird dream the other day. I think it was this Monday or Tuesday, but I'm not quite sure. All I knew was I saw some weird author lady talking about her book, and in my dream, I was saying, "WOW. HOW DID I NOT THINK OF THAT?"-- Cue weird looking crazy people attacking each other--I wanted to know what else would happened. I was thinking of buying said book. BUT THEN. What happens when you're so into your dream all the time? You wake up. It's like fate wants to figure it out on your own.

And you know what? I haven't dreamt about the same thing since.

The first thing that came to my mind when I woke up was that dream. I was so disappointed that I didn't know what would happen in the end. And then it hit me. It's not that weird lady's book idea! It's MINEEEE NOW. MINEE. MINEEEE. MINEEEE. MINEEEE. I mean, sure, I stole it from my sub conscience. But it will understand.

So I thought of putting WIP1 on hold ( like I ever didn't) and focus on this story. But today, I was thinking of my tendency to get stuck and decided to switch in between the both of them. This year, my goal isn't to write 50,000 words. It's to get some action going on in my stories.