I’ve fallen way behind with my NaNoWriMo novel, but last night I decided that I really couldn’t give up, and calculated that I needed to write approximately 2.2k a day until the end of the month to finish. That didn’t sound too difficult, so I started writing and next thing I knew I had about 4.5k more words. Not bad really. The target is now 2.2k per day, with the hope of more when I have time and energy, so that I don’t end up in a panic trying to finish on the 30th of November.

The plot itself is going well, although I think I need to speed a few things up a bit because I’m at 18,620 words and most of the main characters haven’t even met each other yet, only one of the Gods has died and there’s not even a hint of who the bad guy is. I’m going to have to start dropping a couple so that the protagonists have something to work with when they all get together and embark on their quest to save the world.

Their wise magician mentor also hasn’t died yet, but since he hasn’t yet met one of his mentorees that’s probably a good thing. His days are still numbered though…

10,008 / 50,000 (20.0%)

So, last night, when I was "studying" for psychology because I could not sleep. I got to thinking that I really wasn't happy with the current novel. It was craptastically forced crap. It wasn't flowing. Honestly, it was more like pulling teeth of toddler without the novocaine to numb it. No pleasure in writing that old novel, no happiness. So, yes, I started over last night. I wrote 1k, called it a night. I woke up this morning and proceeded to write 6k before work and when I came home I studied a bit of my psychology. I looked over the notes and answers to the essay questions and I had my dinner and then I wrote. I wrote 4k and I ended tonight with 10,008 words. I am pretty darn pleased with myself.  I feel the novel is good but I also feel that it is not exactly safe for the public eye especially if you are at work. I could post a snippet or two as a locked friends only entry if you truly want to know. If not, I will leave it up to your imagination.

I was going to write a post long and poetical-waxing, yesterday, about how it was sometimes more important to spray paint your skulls and wash your cars and have dinner at Sonic and put up holiday lights (five colors, squee!) and all the other wonderful things a Wrimo does in the course of procastination - like skipping two days of embodiment and novel notes and . . . all the fun writing things you drop in favor of cooking and wandering aimlessly and saluting the sky on your way to your friend's house while higher than shit on spray paint and nail polish fumes.

Note to self: Do not park in yard, it is not funny under any circumstances.

But I didn't write the post yesterday because I was busy being a slackery slackerton.

And today? Today I was busy writing 11k. Yep. I am so awesome and awe-inspiring that I wrote 11,010 today. My total is now 27,560. One day has boosted me from wallowing well behind my personal schedule to still well behind but past the halfway point on NaNovel Numero Uno.

That, my friends, is something to be celebrated and exclaimed over, and toasted with many a Pepsi. So kick back, back up your writing, and pull out the Pocky. And say hooray to 27k!

I started last night, got 1k. I'm at 7,765 now. Yay.


Isaiah turned to Celia. His eyes were full of question and uncertainty. She smiled and stepped to him. Her hand reached out for his. She held it. “Do you know why we’re here?” she asked him. He shook his head. Isaiah did not know why, did not know anything at this point. Celia took a deep breath; she could hear the man outside counting. He was on six now. She would have to speak quickly. “You remember the men who came for you, the ones in the robes? Don’t speak, just listen and nod if you remember.” Isaiah nodded. She continued. “Those men who came for you and for me are slave traders. They seek out those who they think are worthy of pleasuring others, of obeying commands, of learning the lessons from Masters.” Isaiah blinked his eyes. He could not believe, would not believe it. Yet, why would this girl lie to him. She had no reason to lie. “I know that you might have a hard time believing me, but trust me on this, I know. I know that this is what is happening. My sister, she too is a slave. I remember when they came for her, remember how my mother cried. My father never said anything, he stood there, silently. They promised me I wouldn’t have this happen, they lied to me, and now, the both of us are here, together.”  Isaiah listened to this young girl, her voice full of emotion and an underlying bitterness. He wanted to help her. His fingers squeezed her own. She continued. “There will be lessons and challenges to break the both of us, to see how far our limits go.”

16,101 / 50,000 (32.2%)

16,101 is where I am at.

Honestly, I'm ready to throw in the towel. NaNo is a lot less fun when you've got three weeks of school and everything due within those three weeks plus a job that takes up all the rest of the time you've got so by the time you get home you don't want to write and you barely do the assignments and you want to scream and cry and pull out your hair but you don't. You don't do it because you don't want to disappoint the people you're friends with but in reality you're only disappointing yourself more when you realize how behind you are and you want to weep in frustration and throw things and you really just want to go crawl in bed because it's warm and your finger hurts and your back hurts and your everything hurts and you can't because they won't let you because you made them promise not to let you quit and you just can't do anything except sit there miserable and type until you get to where you said you would and you keep going, and you really want to delete everything and start over but you can't because they won't let you even though what you're writing is the most complete and utter piece of garbage ever written. It's a vicious cycle.


Earlier, today, in the diner, you were blushing and looking away from me,why?” Julie blushed again. “It’s silly.” He laughed softly. “Come on, tell me.”She nodded. “Well, you came in, sat down, the sun was shining in your hair, turning it red and I imagined what it would feel like to run my fingers through it.” He hugged her to him. “You can do it, if you want, I don’t mind.” Julie sat up. Her fingers reached toward him. Slowly, she began to run her fingers through his hair, tentatively. He closed his eyes and thought to himself, “let her do whatever she wants, I won’t stop her.” She continued stroking his hair until her arms grew tired then settled herself back downa gainst him. Her body fit perfectly like,she had been made for it. Julie was the piece that completed the puzzle of Maverick P. Jones, much like the smile of Mona Lisa completed Da Vinci’s painting.

I am a lazy beast. I intended to write in this thing every day to record my NaNo-exploits. However, life does not stand still for NaNo and it never will. Silly life.

I reached a NaNo goal yesterday, which was to write 1k in a fifteen minute word war. The actual total count was 1,051. *ahem* Mwuaha, mwuahaha!

That's my second word war of the season, too. The first one got me a score of 800+. Oh yeah, baby, oh yeah.

I have yet to break 15k on my first novel, which is annoying me because I have a long way to go if I want to hit my 200k goal -and- write a solid, cohesive story front to back. (I usually end up writing the middle first and then going back and forth between the beginning and the ending, you see.)

However, I have a habit of getting rabid around the halfway point and writing 20 or 30k a day. So I guess we'll see how it goes. I haven't given up hope yet, I just wonder where all my motivation has gone!

Excerpt of A Cygnet's Song coming soon.

Wordcount: 1,182

Wordcount: 2,794

Wordcount: 641

Current word count: 12,527.

I’m pleased, but I think I’m going to have a problem writing much more this week. I’ve got musical things here there and everywhere and a performance on Friday evening about which I’m panicking just a little bit and need to put in a fair amount of practice time for. My next semi-clear writing day is Saturday, and I’ve got a nanomeet and SRP meet then although at least the evening’s free.

Still, at least I’m ahead of the curve at the moment. It’ll make catching up after this week is over a bit easier.