My Stalker

So, I've tweeted about this a few times, but I have a stalker. I mean, the word's not entirely accurate - more like an internet stalker? I won't reveal his name, but let's call him...Tyler.

Tyler and I have a few classes together this year. We kind of started talking during my school's play back in November, but he apparently thought that my smiling when I saw him and occasionally talking to him backstage meant that we were really good friends. I sort of just figured us to be acquaintances, but...okay.

And then it began. He started messaging me on Facebook Chat almost every time I was on, he would comment on all my statuses, and then - and here's the real kicker - he would message me to ask me to explain what a status meant if he didn't understand it. Okay, um, Tyler? If you don't understand it, nor is it in any way relevant to anything we've ever talked about, THEN IT IS NOT INTENDED FOR YOU. Therefore, you have NO RIGHT to ask me about it.

That's pretty much how things have been since the middle of November. I'm too nice to say anything, because I HATE confronting people. I just can't do it - it makes my tummy hurt. So, Tyler, if you're reading this (and I'm sure you will, because you seem to follow EVERYTHING I do on the internet. Thank God he hasn't figured out my email address or screenname), I'll say this in the passive-aggressive way that prevents me from ever having to say it to your face: LEAVE. ME. THE. FUCK. ALONE.

Love, and all that other mushy goodness

I'm not going to lie: I don't like Valentine's Day. I don't seem to hate it as much this year as I usually do, although that's probably because we don't have school on February 14th. So, while I don't have to see all the couples suddenly motivated to express their affection for each other (and, seriously, there's a problem if you can only act all lovey on one day a year), as it turns out, I do still feel a burning hatred for this day. Whether it's just people wishing everyone a happy day through Facebook statuses, or an all-day Lifetime movie marathon, it just all seems so fake to me. Don't get me wrong: I'm a huge sap. Normally, I'm a sucker over romance movies. But I can't watch them on Valentine's Day. For 364 days during the year, I'm already aware that I'm alone; I don't need to do things on Valentine's Day, a day that celebrates the people in love, that remind me that I don't have that.

So what are my big Valentine's Day plans? I'm going to stay in bed for a while, and hopefully, eventually start writing. I don't think I'm going to work on Dingo Rigby, though - I think I'm going to start the other idea I had in my head. Maybe I'll post some of it here, if I write enough. Anyway. Only eight hours and fifty minutes left until it's just a normal day, and everyone goes back to taking their loved ones for granted.

Introduction

So, I've been using the internet for - well, about twelve years now, and while I'm generally a fan of the newest innovation (Facebook, Twitter, etc.), I've never really gotten in blogging. It's weird - I'm a writer, so you'd think I would have jumped all over it. I've had a LiveJournal for a few years, but I rarely update it. So here we are: a new blog, one that I'll hopefully actually update.

So where to begin? I'm going to start with a topic that just enforces the title of this blog: ramblings of an absent-minded writer. I've been working on a novel, Dingo Rigby, since November. I started it for NaNoWriMo, and I'm still working on it now. I'm doing really well with it - I have about 68,000 words, which beats my previous record by, like, 18,000 words. I feel like this novel has a lot of potential, too...if I ever could just stop being lazy and sit down and work on it. For example, right now, I should be working on it. I WAS working on it, but I rewarded myself for typing up a scene by letting myself play games. Then I just...never went back.

But, hey, blogging is still writing, so I figure it's okay for now. Sometimes I think I just need an outlet for things, whether it be complaints about my novel, an outlet for some of the smaller things I write, or, really, rants about people. Honestly, rants are my specialty. Forget fiction - I'm just going to publish my rants.

Okay, that wasn't really funny. But anyway. Okay, so I think I'll post a summary of Dingo Rigby, in case, you know, anyone's interested in it (although I highly doubt anyone is going to read this blog, since I wouldn't want any friends to see rants about them).

Dingo Rigby is about this girl, Quinn, who goes to Hawaii on this summer program and meets a guy, Archer. Right before she left, her friend, Danny, asked her out; so she's confused enough about her feelings when she meets Archer, and she eventually begins a romance with him. They sleep together soon before she leaves Hawaii, and once she gets back, she gets with Danny. Soon, though, her life pretty much starts sucking - she's still with Danny, but Archer comes to New York, having transferred to NYU for her, and oh yeah, she's pregnant. The baby is Danny's, but she knows she can't tell him (due to a multitude of reasons that are really just too long to get into here). So she lies and tells everyone the baby is Archer's - and, naturally, hijinx ensue.

The title comes from two nicknames for the baby, both created by Danny - Dingo and Rigby. Dingo because Archer's Australian, and Rigby because...well, that's explained in the novel.

This will eventually be published on Amazon, along with my first novel, Welter (seriously, go search my name on Amazon. Welter comes up. Cool, right?). While you don't HAVE to buy it, I certainly won't deter you from it. :D

Okay, I think I've officially run out of things to blog about. I'm going to get back to my novel now - I'm gonna turn off my internet and everything, so I can really focus. Wish me luck.