2,034 words today. I like to get my writing done before noon, but today I finished up at 1PM. It was a struggle to make myself start but once I was in there it went fine. I still think I’m rushing the story along, but this is probably because I’m not even sure what the story is. How can I rush a plot that isn’t there? I just trudge along every day, exceed the required daily word count and then do some laundry and cook dinner. I can’t decide if I want it to be more of a challenge than it is, but I think not. It would be a challenge, perhaps, if I were not writing a somewhat stereotypical slightly parodied romance novel.
6449 / 50000 words. 13% done!
In about two minutes I’m gonna start writing non-stop for a half hour. As far as word count is concerned, I’m doing well. I still have no idea where anyone is headed, but they’re headed there with delightful names, like my main character, Ramona Havishamble. All I really know about her is that she’s somewhat cookie cutter and blonde, but the former will be changing as the, currently non-existent, plot progresses.
My current word count is 2,922!
& I’m off to write some more!
EDIT: 1,065 more in that half hour session, & with a little this & that added in between sessions my current word count is: 4,005!
I’ve written for one half hour session today, just to get myself going and have 1,022 words so far. I’m feeling pretty positive about my basic subject matter. I don’t have a plot, I just have a girl in a place and she’s done a couple of things. It’s going well.
I’m trying to keep my firefox tabs down and I never remember to go back and look at things that I bookmarked, so here’s a fun and topical link that Shaun sent me this morning: writebadlywell.blogspot.com I read the first five or so posts and enjoyed myself immensely. It’s something to strive for, really. Especially since my chosen genre this year is “Romance”. At least that the one I’ve ticked on NaNoWriMo.org. I’m not going to let myself feel boxed in by this decision. These 1,022 words could lead us anywhere.
I also made my NaNoWriMo donation this morning before I started writing. Being a little invested helps, and I have won NaNoWriMo every year that I have donated, and lost every year that I did not. Surely that means something? In any case, I love it a lot and it keeps me distracted and busy in November, when I am prone to dwelling on crappy things that happened in Novembers past.
So, yeah, I’m pretty much exhausted.
50596 / 50000 words. 101% done!
I’m sitting here wrapped in a blanket wearing fingerless gloves on the eve of my NaNoWriMo 2008 triumph. I meant to keep this blog updated throughout the month, and if you are curious about noveling trials past, you can read them on my flickr, where, on days when I worked on my novel, I wrote a short paragraph and appended it to my 365 days self portrait for the day. The best way to view them is by checking out my nanowrimo tag on flickr.
Today? Today I wrote 4,117 words. They were a bit mushy and nonsensical in the middle, but I have not resorted to many of my usual NaNoWriMo word count buffers this month. I did not insert a sequence in which the main female character found herself wrapped up in a sex scene in a trashy romance novel. This is the first time that has not been featured, sometimes more than once, sometimes to the extent that it becomes a major plot point, in one of my NaNoWriMo novels. I am proud to say that there have been no thrusting man swords or velvety woman’s places in this novel. When I have felt that awful ache of writer’s block in my stomach I have not written a stream of consciousness adventure in to the surreal that had absolutely nothing to do with the main characters dilemma. I have not recounted my dreams of the night previous as if they were the dreams of my main character. What have I done? I have trudged through bad terrible really awful dialog which often ended with something like, “they both tittered at the hilarity of their awesome jokes.” BUT it was on topic. All of my sucking was pertinent.
Tomorrow? Four half hour writing sessions at approximately 1,000 words a pop. Can I fit a seance, betrayal and the attempted sleep walking suicide of my main character who will be saved by the man whom she has never even addressed on a first name basis but to whom she will end up with in a happily ever after scenario into 4,000 words? I can certainly try.
In addition to keeping thoroughly ahead on my NaNoWriMo word count, I have kept up with my daily photography projects, visited my dad in the hospital almost every week day, fully rearranged the living room furniture and finished most of my Christmas shopping.
46072 / 50000 words. 92% done!
I guess the past two days have gone well for my NaNoWriMo. Yesterday I wrote 2,345 words for the day, which was great. I’m inclined to let yesterdays tidy little lead give me a half day of writing today. It’s probably a bad idea, but I’m tired, I’m not sure when my mom will be here to take me up to the hospital, & I’m worried about my dad, who had a bad day yesterday.
Today I’ve written 1,191 words. I’m still about 700 words ahead of the where I need to be today. It’s safe, right?
I’m hesitant because this weekend will probably be busy and I might not get as much writing done. We’re coming up on the terrible week twos, which I usually have a few days early (this might be the writer’s block I just passed) but I’m still afraid of losing my lead.
My husband will be home to do his cheerleading duty, and I’m pretty sure he’s not going to let me lose NaNoWriMo without a struggle.
So I think… I’ve just given myself permission to call it a day. Phew.
12397 / 50000 words. 25% done!
Today was tough. I woke up early and sat down at the computer. I twiddled my thumbs. I decided to eat breakfast. I wrote about 100 words. I felt that awful heaviness in my stomach. Writer’s block, wedged somewhere in the vicinity of my solar plexus. I scowled. I did the laundry, angrily. I complained to the internet. I watched Monday’s episode of All My Children while I did yet more laundry. I complained to my novel that it just isn’t being as funny and carefree as I would like it to be. I took down some of the Halloween decor. I edited photos. I shot my daily self portrait (above). I edited that. I buckled down and wrote 1, 148 words, jumping ahead of where I wanted my plot to be a little bit. My main character has already lived as the private nurse to an eccentric old man for a month and very, very little has happened. I reminded myself that my novel is plotless, pointless, and boring and it’s still a gazillion times better than my last one. It’s no better than it should be, and also no worse. I have no worries about the quality, I have mastered the quantity, my inner editor is on vacation, but I still hate writing every day. I don’t know why. It just makes me feel angry and frustrated, and I am not an angry person at all. Once I get down to it, I only have to write about an hour a day and I well exceed my daily requirements.
I think… it’s entirely possible… that I am really, really, incredibly lazy.
8861 / 50000 words. 18% done!
Normally at this point in NaNoWriMo my novel is just a big long string of one line zingers. Unfortunately this is not the case this year. I believe this is the best line so far…
Veronica did the rest of her shopping in a euphoric haze. It was thus that she came home from the market with the following foodstuffs: 15 radishes, 2 russet potatoes, one pork chop and a bundle of leeks.
I left it at that so that if I find myself struggling for words at a later date I can pop back and add various bizarre and sundry items to her shopping basket.
I managed to get through today’s word count in one mad dash. 1,884 words in a little less than an hour… maybe I could have kept on writing, but maybe it’s good that I know where I’ll be going in the morning. Phillip and Veronica are going on a date in the town of Grognard, but on the way Veronica revealed that she thinks she saw a ghost in her bedroom at Marks Cross. Phillip poo-pooed the idea as a trick of the candle light, since Old Mr. Marks refuses to keep up the electricity in the old house, he could be right, but since this is a Gothic novel he’s probably wrong, and since he’s the first love interest she has encountered, he is also probably evil. Yay!
7,518 / 50,000