NaNoWriMo Day 19
Word count: 1,773.
Words remaining: 16,499.
I thought it would be a bit cooler to switch to a countdown motif than a count-up one.
I also figured if I averaged 1,661 words a day until the end of the month, I'd hit 50,000. Again, it's about the scenes, not the words. Tonight, Rayelle again and a lot of ground covered. It's still raw, and I feel I have to refine the voice more, make it stripped and primal for Rayelle since that's her word. Patrick is more eloquent. Rayelle is feral. Both sides should reflect that.
Song of the evening: "Straight to Hell," by The Clash.
Saturday, November 19, 2005
Our favorite dwarf, Sneezy
Have cold. No writing done yesterday. Friday night, just resting and getting an early bed. Perhaps I'll be writing later tonight. Wife went to see Harry Potter with friends and pronounced it very good. Voldemort is back and apparently very creepy. "He has no nose," my wife said, which led to the Monty Python-related joke: "My evil wizard overlord has no nose." "How does he smell?" "Awful!" Being congested, I can relate.
In other more important news, today is the 77th month anniversary of my wife and I getting married. I love you so much and I hope we will be together forever, even if I'm covered in tissues and my blood type is Nyquil.
This morning we got awful news about my wife's aunt, who recently underwent brain surgery to remove a tumor. Complications to say the least. She's now developmental disabled, and no one knows what to do.
Song of the morning: "Growing Up," by Peter Gabriel.
Have cold. No writing done yesterday. Friday night, just resting and getting an early bed. Perhaps I'll be writing later tonight. Wife went to see Harry Potter with friends and pronounced it very good. Voldemort is back and apparently very creepy. "He has no nose," my wife said, which led to the Monty Python-related joke: "My evil wizard overlord has no nose." "How does he smell?" "Awful!" Being congested, I can relate.
In other more important news, today is the 77th month anniversary of my wife and I getting married. I love you so much and I hope we will be together forever, even if I'm covered in tissues and my blood type is Nyquil.
This morning we got awful news about my wife's aunt, who recently underwent brain surgery to remove a tumor. Complications to say the least. She's now developmental disabled, and no one knows what to do.
Song of the morning: "Growing Up," by Peter Gabriel.
Thursday, November 17, 2005
NaNoWriMo Day 17
Word count: 1,723.
Word total: 31,746.
Skipped the meet-up/class tonight. Not feeling well. Throat feels raw and my left sinus was irritated, too. Now, here in the evening, the throat is the worst of it. Just this dryness that lingers despite the juice or water I drink. Bought a fair share of meds to make the recent maladies more tolerable. Left work early after a prolonged woozy spell and I might stay home tomorrow, which might be taken by my co-workers as a sign of the apocalypse.
Writing tonight was long and difficult, but fruitful. It's Rayelle all over the place, and I missed writing her. Patrick was interesting, especially his meta-issues, but Rayelle is writing constant action sequences. Very fun, albeit she ends up seeing a lot of near-death action. After a while, she stops being human and becomes a post-apoco action figure. Mad Maxine.
I broke out a few scenes, just randomly beginning and ending them to make some milestones about where I want things to go. Too tired to do full scenes. Should make things easy when feel better. I have a hollow framework. Soon, fill in the details.
Song of the evening: "Falling," by Hana.
Word count: 1,723.
Word total: 31,746.
Skipped the meet-up/class tonight. Not feeling well. Throat feels raw and my left sinus was irritated, too. Now, here in the evening, the throat is the worst of it. Just this dryness that lingers despite the juice or water I drink. Bought a fair share of meds to make the recent maladies more tolerable. Left work early after a prolonged woozy spell and I might stay home tomorrow, which might be taken by my co-workers as a sign of the apocalypse.
Writing tonight was long and difficult, but fruitful. It's Rayelle all over the place, and I missed writing her. Patrick was interesting, especially his meta-issues, but Rayelle is writing constant action sequences. Very fun, albeit she ends up seeing a lot of near-death action. After a while, she stops being human and becomes a post-apoco action figure. Mad Maxine.
I broke out a few scenes, just randomly beginning and ending them to make some milestones about where I want things to go. Too tired to do full scenes. Should make things easy when feel better. I have a hollow framework. Soon, fill in the details.
Song of the evening: "Falling," by Hana.
Wednesday, November 16, 2005
Tuesday, November 15, 2005
NaNoWriMo Day 15
Word count: 1,817
Word total: 27,011
Okay, so a little thin on the numbers, but I'm within striking range of 30,000 for Thursday at the latest.
Wrote Patrick's last scene, as well as scene for the novel's middle. I'm not done with him, but I like where I'm at with him. I still need his arrival at the train platform and his scene where he figures out how to double-cross his rival. I've been worried that I won't have it all done. I won't, and by that I'm not admitting failure as much as copping to the realism that i won't have a coherent, all-scenes-included novel. I'll have more things I need to do, but I'll have a framework. Sometimes, I wonder if that's cheating. If I have to wonder, maybe it is.
I'll decide tomorrow if I should go onto Rayelle when Patrick needs work. Maybe with a break from Patrick more ideas will come for him. Let's hope.
Song of the evening: "Get Down Moses," by Joe Strummer and the Mescaleros.
Word count: 1,817
Word total: 27,011
Okay, so a little thin on the numbers, but I'm within striking range of 30,000 for Thursday at the latest.
Wrote Patrick's last scene, as well as scene for the novel's middle. I'm not done with him, but I like where I'm at with him. I still need his arrival at the train platform and his scene where he figures out how to double-cross his rival. I've been worried that I won't have it all done. I won't, and by that I'm not admitting failure as much as copping to the realism that i won't have a coherent, all-scenes-included novel. I'll have more things I need to do, but I'll have a framework. Sometimes, I wonder if that's cheating. If I have to wonder, maybe it is.
I'll decide tomorrow if I should go onto Rayelle when Patrick needs work. Maybe with a break from Patrick more ideas will come for him. Let's hope.
Song of the evening: "Get Down Moses," by Joe Strummer and the Mescaleros.
Monday, November 14, 2005
NaNoWriMo Day 14
Word count: 2,235
Word total: 25,194
If I can get a couple more end scenes with Patrick wrapped up (about three off the top of my head), I'll call it good for now. If I can get to them by Wednesday, I'll be excited. I can move on to Rayelle, who will be easier to write for.
Thursday, I have class. Friday, it's the dentist and then Harry Potter. Not a lot of time to write, but I will be in a better, sleeker frame of mind.
Song of the evening: "Angel," by Massive Attack.
Word count: 2,235
Word total: 25,194
If I can get a couple more end scenes with Patrick wrapped up (about three off the top of my head), I'll call it good for now. If I can get to them by Wednesday, I'll be excited. I can move on to Rayelle, who will be easier to write for.
Thursday, I have class. Friday, it's the dentist and then Harry Potter. Not a lot of time to write, but I will be in a better, sleeker frame of mind.
Song of the evening: "Angel," by Massive Attack.
Sunday, November 13, 2005
NaNoWriMo Day 13
Word count today: 2,160
Word total: 22,959.
I'm getting lost, and not in the good way. I'm just writing scenes to get to point a to point b, trying to fight off the temptation to scrap it all. I'm getting discouraged, thinking that nothing good will come it, that all of this is the amateurish ramblings of a wannabe writer. Even the prospect of resurrection-through-revision isn't that comforting anymore.
So, I'll call it quits for now, giving myself some rest so I can top 25,000 tomorrow. Was hoping to do it this weekend, but I don't want to embarrass myself with the bad prose vital to achieve victory.
Song of the evening: "I Might Be Wrong," by Radiohead. How fitting.
Word count today: 2,160
Word total: 22,959.
I'm getting lost, and not in the good way. I'm just writing scenes to get to point a to point b, trying to fight off the temptation to scrap it all. I'm getting discouraged, thinking that nothing good will come it, that all of this is the amateurish ramblings of a wannabe writer. Even the prospect of resurrection-through-revision isn't that comforting anymore.
So, I'll call it quits for now, giving myself some rest so I can top 25,000 tomorrow. Was hoping to do it this weekend, but I don't want to embarrass myself with the bad prose vital to achieve victory.
Song of the evening: "I Might Be Wrong," by Radiohead. How fitting.
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