I think is the third or fourth time I’ve written 1764 words in a day.
Weird.
I think is the third or fourth time I’ve written 1764 words in a day.
Weird.
Barely squeaked in my words today.
But I did.
My first day off, yesterday. But today flowed well. Could have kept writing even if I had more time, but I want to save the setup for tomorrow.
Set pieces seem to flow. It’s good. I’d had a vague idea of where i wanted the story to go around 5k words, but i had no idea how it’d make it, but the connections are still happening.
This week is crazy busy; let’s hope I can make my daily counts. If I can come close, I should be able to get ahead slightly this weekend.
Still a bit rocky, but it’s going….
This is… actually happening. I have a story! I have a story!
True, I’m realizing the order and pacing is a mess but hey! it’s a rough rough draft anyway.
I have a story! I have a story!!
Last night was another short night — Ruth’s birthday.
I’m not sure if I”m really 40% through my story but we shall see!
From John Green’s NaNoWriMo peptalk:
“Go spit in the face of our inevitable obsolescence and finish your @#$&ng novel.”
Pretty much some good advice in general.
It’s the bad part of NaNo–or so they say.
Personally I have not yet noticed much in the way of additional misery. It’s the same amount of awful as it was before.
I find that the first four hundred words are the worst; then 500-1200 go by very very fast; then 12-1800 normalize.
The ninth was my sister’s birthday so I was distracted.
Day Nine: 542 words;
Day Ten: 1739 (which surprised me).
And this was supposed to be a bad day. I even left myself on a cliffhanger, because I knew i couldn’t write the next scene as well today.
Yesterday was far more of a drag.
14518 words–30% complete sounds… kinda awesome.
Tonight ended up going easier than I had expected, but earlier was a total wash. I get the impression it’s easier for me to write at night, and to edit in the morning. Interesting.
Now I’m going to read and go to bed. What on earth did I do with my Chandler, anyway?
Read this week that it’ll be 70 years since Fitzgerald’s death in December. For some reasons I find this very depressing.
squeaked in tonight. I’d like to have another 3k day tomorrow because next week looks to be really busy, AND it’s week two, the week of drudgery.
Already now I can feel the week two doubts coming in: my characters are inconsistent, my dialogue leaden….
but somehow i’m feeling excited about the story.