Nothing says good morning like an ear full of blood!

I act like I'm so busy most of the time, but in reality, I obviously have enough free time to create a language, manage school, manage a social life, and tons of other stuff. I keep putting off the blog and my journal. I promise though, when everything settles down and my sibling from Hell leaves to California for the remainder of his time served as a Marine, I'm going to write more other than just in my book.

Right now, the book is at 45,066 words, and I'm inching toward 50k by Tuesday evening. At this point, I wanted to be at 60k, but I had to not write for a few days intentionally and go on a mini vacation. So I basically haven't written for 7 days out the the past 27 days. That's not bad, I suppose. I was coming out on top for most of the month for a good reason.

I was trying to write as much as I could while the inspiration was still fresh and the idea was still fresh. There is still so much more to add to this book than meets the eye. 45k for a new age spiritual subject like mine requires at least 80k minimum. I haven't even gotten in most of what I wanted to convey from my book.

I have learned so many wise lessons and I've been through so much just only at my age. I want to reflect that in my book somehow. Until then, I keep writing until it finds a way from my subconscious into my hands as words in the book.

Zanguin is not forgotten, just postponed like typical. I truly am waiting for a beckoning inside which will tell me, "Ok. You've now experienced and learned all that you need to in order to write the book in your vision. Hop on it!"

The language is done and it doesn't need much more other than more words for things, but I find myself wanting to add a lot more complex syntax. I'm a whore for syntax, let's be honest with myself.

The morning started with my tossing around, enjoying the sunrise of Earth's horizon, but then it soon went awry when I noticed that my ear was stuffed with something. And of course, that something was blood. So I rushed to the bathroom and cleaned my ear slowly with Q-tips. What a fortunate morning for me! Thank you approaching Winter spirits! I'll be sure the frolic through a field of HELL for you, or I mean, POINSETTIAS.

I bought a miniature Norfolk Island Pine yesterday from IKEA and honestly, I hope this one isn't infected with bugs and kills the rest of my gorgeous plants. That would be a year breaker.

Soon the time will come when I am joined in meditation again for my birthday and I receive the next overview of my whole year. Last year, I was given an overview of my whole life and I was brought to tears and resentment at first because I forgave all of the people who have ever hurt me, but it was a good resentment. It was a little embarrassing, but then I realized that I was alone and that I could be embarrassing when alone and it would be ok--Id still make it.

I'm not upset that I forgave all of those people from my past. It was a good thing. This past rebirth was a true gift, to be honest. I was allowed to see myself from myself and see how judgmental I was. It pained me to see how closed-minded I was in that aspect. Since that rebirth, I have opened up to so many new things. Lately, I've been having so many psychic coincidences and it's just adding up.

Soon comes the time when I open up and mankind follows suit. I can only hope soon is the time.

Subdued

The sky is bleeding; it is time
Every person on this would see.

There are smears of blue and red
I see an orange creeping
through the sky
a worm of misery; labor.

I fear it is time to come to terms.

There are people who see
Unearthed; rotten
They wish to be,
see all the world.

Not about the scar of Earth,
vastly transcending; they wish this height
even though grounded and here.

It's time
To embrace the sky
The sullen colors that collide
into oblivion.

Such a short phenomenon
I fear it now will fade;
crying unto me.

The signs are sparkled
We cannot look beyond the tree
In my window; there it is
I want to feel beyond its borders.

See and know the blood
that stains the earth
like a film.

The sky is bleeding
and people are still hopeful
waiting for it it come
a darkness so grand; curious.

Shaking out the light that we see
the earth is subject to beauty
every known thing; physics aside
I can feel my pride.

Snarling at the ground; battle
Conflict between sun and earth
soon she will submit.

The blood is now the atmosphere
we all so alive on the bioshpere
feeling energy, none to die.

This moment a silence; unhearable, can't speak
This curious crimson that stains the earth, the sidewalks, the grass,
It is an omen of peace.

A transmutation of pain into pleasure.

Just above, the blood diffuses
Just above all, we come to terms.

In this fading phenomenon, photons emerge
showing us a color they had submerged
a secret caution; violet hues scatter and make a home.

The sky was bleeding,
The sun has bled unto the Earth, staining her aura.
The bleeding is the sky,
And now, her gash is healed until morrow is reiterated.

Her unity is no longer perished for our hoopla
we, on the face of her body; perished
subject to the blood of the sun
made weak to the purpling night.

A peace robbed from the phenomenon
that which was given
now in the amazement and glory,
shocked and wishing she'd bleed once again.

Becuase peace has turned into a fearful name
Absence; black, now the tarnish of the peace
black, the new leader of the land.

And soon, her aura fades into a slumber
Awakening when the sun will bleed unto her again.

I haven't shared this yet, but I've been writing a book for the past 10 days. I decided to write it for National Novel Writing Month and honestly, I have way more written than I have ever thought about writing in my entire life. NaNoWriMo says that I must complete a 50,000-word novel by the end of November.

I've been working on Zanguin and the language Anikuwynér for 4-5 years now. Since then, I've only written 3,600 words to the book. In just 10 days, I've written 23,350 words and I'm 46% of the way done. At the rate I'm going, I'll finish by November 22nd.

Honestly, I love this book and it's amazing. I've never been so serious about writing in all of my life. The last book I tried to write, it took my 4 months to write four chapters, a total of 5,000 words collectively. To me, that's pathetic compared to 23,000 words in just 10 days.

I've been swamped with school, two writing classes, one English class, and writing this novel that I've had no time for Art Club (I really don't want to continue going), no time to journal in my journal, and no time for Anikuwynér, which I swear, I'm going to forget everything at this rate.

I need a day where I can fully study Aniku all day and learn the language more. Maybe I'll write another story in it.

I can be found here as Ektorvente, and hopefully, I can finish in time, edit the way I want to, and think about publishing.

Among all of this, I have to worry about getting a permit to learn how to drive, graduation, my stressful family and my disowning them, my brother home from the Marines, and getting a car. Woo!