...Then I discovered...
...Actually kinda like the look. Well, like the feel of the look, more like. See, I can't actually, well, see the change, but I can feel it. So I started replicating it for a few days, and I think I'm getting better and better at it. If I had to guess why I like it, it'd be that I think it might feel more feminine to me, though I don't think it'll significantly change the portrayal of my ponytail when I draw myself in art. (Speaking of which, a self-portrait is on my to-do list for selfish reasons.)
Second off, you'd think that with last night being the gain-an-hour's-sleep for Daylight Savings Time, I'd have gotten extra sleep. But oh no. Instead of getting 4 hours (what the extra hour would give me), I got...1 and a half. Half my normal amount, a full hour and a half less than the norm.
Because anime, that's why.
In this case? Children Who Chase Lost Voices was played following the normal anime I watched. I saw the previews and I knew, "Welp, no way I'm not watching that.", because yeah, I needed to watch that. Now, people who are too literal-minded might not like the film. It's not very straight-forward, and to them, it might look like two hours of nothing.
...Yet that's only half-true. There being nothing resolved fully in the end is half the whole point of the film. The other half is that while it might be true the film has a lot of "nothing" to its climax...all this nothing? Is a 'nothing' you are meant to assign meaning to. You're not meant to rely on just the surface-level plot. You are meant to think. You are meant to be engaged.
The film has a wondrous number of the subtlest of nuances, small details that give a whole lot of extra weight to everything, and this film is an allegorical-thinker's absolute ecstatic dream. It is a story, delving into the human condition, and a story that reflects on philosophy, on the nature of existence itself, both in extreme sadness and in what can be made from there.
It's a great journey to be had, and also a great recovery, a great story, it's...well, it was something that I oh so much needed to watch, and while the previews had me think it would be a bit of a stereotypical film (but a high-quality one, which would still be worth watching), the actual film proved anything but, with it as something much more than that.
So that was worth every moment of lost sleep.
Though...now I need to hunker down and work. Aside from this blog post, I also have another article (now two) to write today, thanks to the time I was going to do so yesterday being used up on Chuck. I managed to ink a doodle of a drawing I was going to do yesterday, so thankfully don't need to draw that, but there is a drawing I've been wanting to do that I should get done.
Voting also needs to be done so ballots tonight need to happen. Then there's mafia stuff. And, most of all? I was interrupted yesterday in the middle of ComicFury stuff. So much so, that I'm actually still logged in. (Which would never be the case if I complete, since I hate leaving myself actively logged in with tabs open to a site which will reset activity--in this case, automatically marking forums as read--after ~20 minutes if, saaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay, my computer rebooted and Chrome automatically restarted.)
But that's not all.
I am not going to wait on Red Hood Rider.
I really don't want to resort to doing updates every-other week.
And because I burned my buffer, I need to start drawing before the end of November, anyway.
So that means I begin drawing by this Saturday.
Which means, I stop novelwriting by this Saturday.
...I'm at 1,780 words.
No, there's no missing number in there. Not 17,000. Not 170,000. (Which is probably about what it'd be when finished.) 1,700.
For me to complete my whole novel in that time, I'm going to have to write every day a LOT.
For me to so much as complete NaNoWriMo, that's...well, basically 10,000 words a day.
Ten. Thousand. Words. Per. Day. At minimum!
Yeah...overdrive engaged. Busytime!