NaNoWriMo: How goes it?
Let's keep on top of this, the month is about [I]half [/I]over already!!!
How many words do you have?
Is your story dying out?
Let's keep each other motivated and on track.
First order of business.... since this is my first nanowrimo... what happens when you're, say only 17,000 words into your story and the end is coming up fast? How do you push it to 50,000 without just bullshitting it?
The birds have vanished into the sky,
And now the last cloud drains away.
We sit together, the mountain and me,
Until only the mountain remains.
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Weekly short story blog
so much shit, life's really kicking my ass this month. lawyer, physical therapy every day. had to go outta town for a few days this weekend because a friend of ours went nuts and the girlfriend needed the help for a short while. we're stressed the fuck out and my mind is in kiljoint blah blah
the long short of it is, i am rediculously low on my word count. hoping to get a bulk of it done by this weekend because sunday im outta town again for the day. so thursday fri and sat mornings, ill have to hit those keys harder than ive ever done so before, even counting the intensives
ill let you know, brother
kabol
p s .. is core still in this ?
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He holds it for a breath at waist level and turns it once for assessment. The steel barrel and along its chassis is oiled in an off shade of red, the blood smeared and somewhat caked on. In parts, it resembles a stillborn, a dark fetal horse that is all legs and wet skin.
I'm terrible at this, I'm yet to start. But it doesn't really matter, I have enough stories/essays I need to write for school, so in reality I will have written about 50,000 words by the end of November probably.
I'm in the same situation. I have yet to start as well, but I have written a LOT for school.
Hmm, well at least I'm not the only one who finds 50k words in a month hard ...
The birds have vanished into the sky,
And now the last cloud drains away.
We sit together, the mountain and me,
Until only the mountain remains.
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Weekly short story blog
no shit.. but there are perks: neil gaiman provides the pep talk this friday
yay !!
Kabol
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He holds it for a breath at waist level and turns it once for assessment. The steel barrel and along its chassis is oiled in an off shade of red, the blood smeared and somewhat caked on. In parts, it resembles a stillborn, a dark fetal horse that is all legs and wet skin.
Kick ass.
The birds have vanished into the sky,
And now the last cloud drains away.
We sit together, the mountain and me,
Until only the mountain remains.
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Okay, so the wife is going to a play tonight with a couple friends.
I'm getting trashed and writing my brains out. And I mean shit-faced drunk.
Who's with me?
I SAID WHO'S WITH ME!?!?!?!11?1//1/1/?!?!/1?1?111
The birds have vanished into the sky,
And now the last cloud drains away.
We sit together, the mountain and me,
Until only the mountain remains.
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Weekly short story blog
I also am very behind...
My story is not dying, I just haven't taken the time to write.
As for the story turning into crap, I find that I have the most to say when that happens. I've written 5,000 words in a sitting about something completely unrelated to the story. The fun comes in the next 5,000 words trying to get it to come together, and sometimes not, just letting it be. Sometimes bullshitting it gives me the best ideas.
Oh, and ireLocus, I'm with you. I'll be drinking whiskey, and yelling at interlopers in a stupor, while trying to crank out the rest of the first half of my novel.
...There is no folly of the beast of the earth which is not infinitely outdone by the madness of men.
Whiskey? Well then I'll pick up a fifth and join you in that!
I'll also be polishing the rest of a bottle of Kettle One, a 2 year Tequila (awesome stuff), a bottle of brandy, and then hitting the brews.
I just hate having all the almost empty bottles of booze lying around, and this is as good a reason as any to down them and start fresh.
The birds have vanished into the sky,
And now the last cloud drains away.
We sit together, the mountain and me,
Until only the mountain remains.
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Weekly short story blog
im working tonight. my brain is fried at the moment. i aim to purchase a fifth of jack or bulleit bourbon and plow through whatever happens next to my odd couple. will she find out who she is, will he keep his position at the children's psych hospital or get fired for philandering all over the city with his 17 year old patient who has a penchant for taking her shirt off and asking for help? the whiskeyll help, im sure
kabol
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He holds it for a breath at waist level and turns it once for assessment. The steel barrel and along its chassis is oiled in an off shade of red, the blood smeared and somewhat caked on. In parts, it resembles a stillborn, a dark fetal horse that is all legs and wet skin.
[QUOTE=JKabol;1092835]im working tonight. my brain is fried at the moment. i aim to purchase a fifth of jack or bulleit bourbon and plow through whatever happens next to my odd couple. will she find out who she is, will he keep his position at the children's psych hospital or get fired for philandering all over the city with his 17 year old patient who has a penchant for taking her shirt off and asking for help? the whiskeyll help, im sure
kabol
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that sounds really good too, love to read it later, maybe we can swap 1st drafts
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I've been playing along at home. I knew there was no way I'd get the 50,000 words, but I have managed to write the first 15 pages of my novel since November 1st! Which is 15 pgs more than I've written in the past. So National Novel Writing Month has already been a success for me. I like the spirit of the whole thing. It's basically, "Shut the fuck up and write!" Awesome.
Wife's gone.
Got the place to myself.
Got a bottle of Kettle One.
Got my favorite hat on. (I'll leave the rest to your imagination).
Let the writing begin.
The birds have vanished into the sky,
And now the last cloud drains away.
We sit together, the mountain and me,
Until only the mountain remains.
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so.. what happened ?
got a bottle of blended whiskey (ick, i prefer bourbon or tenn whiskey, but it was a gift from a friend--she bought it for a party and didnt use it and will never drink it so i took it home.) I drank what i drank out of it in approx one hour, maybe an hour and a half. somewhere along the line i thought it would be a good idea to go to bed, or i must have because that is where i found myself this morning. i didnt write anything last night and if i did i cant find it.
have gotten another 1200 words this morning, though. hoping for 1500 more so ill have 10k by the afternoon. im trying, but being a bit hung over isnt helping. im about to nip a little hair of the dog, so they say, and see if that helps a little bit
kabol
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He holds it for a breath at waist level and turns it once for assessment. The steel barrel and along its chassis is oiled in an off shade of red, the blood smeared and somewhat caked on. In parts, it resembles a stillborn, a dark fetal horse that is all legs and wet skin.
Well, I did get 2500 words out. My goal was 5,000 for the night, but it's good nonetheless.
There was a lot less Vodka left than I thought. The Tequila was gone, empty, but still taking up space atop the fridge. The Brandy tasted awful after the Vodka.. and I only remembered about my intentions to buy a 5th of whiskey after I hit the sheets.
So I was somewhat productive.
Tonight's a new night.
The birds have vanished into the sky,
And now the last cloud drains away.
We sit together, the mountain and me,
Until only the mountain remains.
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Weekly short story blog
bunch of hemingway wannabees 
try a sipping whiskey, because otherwise you're going to get too hammered to write/type - i've found if you can section it off into 500-700 word chunks (scenes, chapters, sub-chapters) you can break it up, then stretch your legs, whatever and then get back at it
but whatever works - hang in there guys
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hemingway, that man's man. on a productive day, the man would write one novel page a day. right at three hundred words
course the man could bust out four short stories in a weekend and all of them badass
and i dont so much like sipping whiskey. tried george dickle the other week, sipping on it. but im a shot man and my woman is a shot woman. we dont generally stray too far from that. some nights, however, i just get too sloppy to even try writing. tonight wont be one of those nights, but i wont get home until late--my woman's family is in town and i dont know what were doin but i know were doin it elsewhere
sometimes thats all a man needs to know
so. back late, working through morning for that fifteen-k mark
good luck, yaw
kabol
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He holds it for a breath at waist level and turns it once for assessment. The steel barrel and along its chassis is oiled in an off shade of red, the blood smeared and somewhat caked on. In parts, it resembles a stillborn, a dark fetal horse that is all legs and wet skin.
[QUOTE=wickerkat;1093409]bunch of hemingway wannabees
try a sipping whiskey, because otherwise you're going to get too hammered to write/type - i've found if you can section it off into 500-700 word chunks (scenes, chapters, sub-chapters) you can break it up, then stretch your legs, whatever and then get back at it
but whatever works - hang in there guys[/QUOTE]
Well, this [I]is [/I]how I write, in small scenes. It works well for me. I haven't bothered with working out which sections form chapters yet. I'm taking some of the advice from the NaNo staff people, 'Just write the good scenes, jump around, then connect it all later.' It's very liberating.
As for the booze, I'm not so much a straight up shot person. I start with a couple shots, to set the mood, then move on to mixed drinks and top it off with beers later. But I didn't have enough limes last night, either, so instead of having a Caipirinha or a Moscow Mule, I was just adding vodka to ginger ale with a touch of bitters.
The birds have vanished into the sky,
And now the last cloud drains away.
We sit together, the mountain and me,
Until only the mountain remains.
***
Weekly short story blog
you guys crack me up - have you READ Stephen King's book "On Writing?"
carry on
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I don't know [I]anything [/I]about writing, formally. That crazy attempt at a novel last fall was the first thing I'd ever done beyond a college paper.
I mean, come on, I majored in Graphic Design and Music Performance. What do I know about Lit?
The birds have vanished into the sky,
And now the last cloud drains away.
We sit together, the mountain and me,
Until only the mountain remains.
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I'm moving at a snail's pace, college work is really kicking my ass. I'm losing all enthusiasm for my story, I'm stuck I guess. I confess. I don't have time to write really with homework and all. This is an idiotic month for it. It should be during the summer when people have time to write and bathe in the sun. Or write and hide from the sun with a cold beer and twenty deck.
[QUOTE=wickerkat;1093511]you guys crack me up - have you READ Stephen King's book "On Writing?"
carry on[/QUOTE]
of course. i remember the lessons vividly. never read abridged editions to books. audio books are helpful to his eyes. got a lot of his ideas in the shower and keeps a pen and pad handy even there. he said dont use pronouns. haha, given his prose. i did get some out of it, and enjoyed that id read it. id read several books on writing that i didnt like at all..
i found the first five pages by noah lukeman to be far more helpful of the simple reason that he's read ten thousand manuscripts, so his imput on how to guage manuscripts is a rare one.
strunk and white is a must for the writer. i read it fairly often, but it does nothing for the prospect of writing a novel, only rather showing one how to craft sentences and paragraphs well
kabol
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He holds it for a breath at waist level and turns it once for assessment. The steel barrel and along its chassis is oiled in an off shade of red, the blood smeared and somewhat caked on. In parts, it resembles a stillborn, a dark fetal horse that is all legs and wet skin.
[QUOTE=corellion;1093516]I'm moving at a snail's pace, college work is really kicking my ass. I'm losing all enthusiasm for my story, I'm stuck I guess. I confess. I don't have time to write really with homework and all. This is an idiotic month for it. It should be during the summer when people have time to write and bathe in the sun. Or write and hide from the sun with a cold beer and twenty deck.[/QUOTE]i prefer smoking in the winter over the summer. also, like no one writes in the winter. a pub house is lucky to even get one manu in the middle of august. nov., leaves change and everyone feels inspired to write most this month of the year over any other month, statistically..
He holds it for a breath at waist level and turns it once for assessment. The steel barrel and along its chassis is oiled in an off shade of red, the blood smeared and somewhat caked on. In parts, it resembles a stillborn, a dark fetal horse that is all legs and wet skin.
I like the spring, when it's rain and the prospect of summer is lovely. Summer itself is never lovely, it's warm and full of insects than can fly and suck your blood, children being loud, old men wearing sandals, and the world is drowning with so much sweat and ice-cream across their mouths. The summer is the perfect time for solitude, for smoking in the shade and for writing.
And I don't care about them being inspired, their opinions are uninformed and dumb and they're not going to write anything of any substance because they are not me, and only I am brilliant, and I like disliking the summer. END OF CONVERSATION. I do have to have a short piece of fiction done for Monday, and a short piece of non-fiction. Time of the year does not love me.
[QUOTE=JKabol;1093526]of course. i remember the lessons vividly. never read abridged editions to books. audio books are helpful to his eyes. got a lot of his ideas in the shower and keeps a pen and pad handy even there. he said dont use pronouns. haha, given his prose. i did get some out of it, and enjoyed that id read it. id read several books on writing that i didnt like at all..
i found the first five pages by noah lukeman to be far more helpful of the simple reason that he's read ten thousand manuscripts, so his imput on how to guage manuscripts is a rare one.
strunk and white is a must for the writer. i read it fairly often, but it does nothing for the prospect of writing a novel, only rather showing one how to craft sentences and paragraphs well
kabol
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i didn't mean form - basically, he said you didn't need to drink to write well, he sobered up years ago - but who am i to piss in your wheaties
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[QUOTE=wickerkat;1093610]i didn't mean form - basically, he said you didn't need to drink to write well, he sobered up years ago - but who am i to piss in your wheaties[/QUOTE]oh, yeah.. i get you know
but im pretty certain he was wasted off his ass more than not while working the stand and carrie and the dark half, cujo, and the stories 1408 and secret window ... basically, all the ones i got into most . and as for form, he's written the cell stone sober
im just being a dick. i know youre a big king fan and you have every reason to be. the man has a accomplished much, sober or drunk as a monkey
i havent come across a scene yet in my nanowrimo project in which i could write it out while drunk. maybe thatll come next month in the rewrite, but i cant create from scratch if im loaded
-kabol
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He holds it for a breath at waist level and turns it once for assessment. The steel barrel and along its chassis is oiled in an off shade of red, the blood smeared and somewhat caked on. In parts, it resembles a stillborn, a dark fetal horse that is all legs and wet skin.
[QUOTE=corellion;1093538]I like the spring, when it's rain and the prospect of summer is lovely. Summer itself is never lovely, it's warm and full of insects than can fly and suck your blood, children being loud, old men wearing sandals, and the world is drowning with so much sweat and ice-cream across their mouths. The summer is the perfect time for solitude, for smoking in the shade and for writing.
And I don't care about them being inspired, their opinions are uninformed and dumb and they're not going to write anything of any substance because they are not me, and only I am brilliant, and I like disliking the summer. END OF CONVERSATION. I do have to have a short piece of fiction done for Monday, and a short piece of non-fiction. Time of the year does not love me.[/QUOTE]
as my best homie would say: always droppin knowledge.. damn.
(in my best 3po voice..) look, dont-get-technical-with-me
:lick:
He holds it for a breath at waist level and turns it once for assessment. The steel barrel and along its chassis is oiled in an off shade of red, the blood smeared and somewhat caked on. In parts, it resembles a stillborn, a dark fetal horse that is all legs and wet skin.
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okay, news..
the neil ga motivation letter is not quite up yet, but i think itll hit sometime in the day. yeah, kick ass
the inlaws are in town here and im hung over . i didnt go shopping with them because i have to work in a couple of hours and my woman hates chopping but when with her mom tends to spend the whole damn day going through every store, happily
anyway
am going to try to bang out 2k words this afternoon before shower and shave and dress and work until midnight
we'll see how goes
any news from anyone ?
kabol
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oh, and p s . corellion, i am so kicking your ass
but then, old school cult workshopper chris lites has skidded easily passed the 70k mark. dude doesnt sleep !
He holds it for a breath at waist level and turns it once for assessment. The steel barrel and along its chassis is oiled in an off shade of red, the blood smeared and somewhat caked on. In parts, it resembles a stillborn, a dark fetal horse that is all legs and wet skin.
I'm closing in on 20k now... but that's still behind pace for the daily 1667 ... oh well.
Also, I found some Reyka vodka at a nearby shop... best damn vodka in the world, and it's from Iceland of all places.
The birds have vanished into the sky,
And now the last cloud drains away.
We sit together, the mountain and me,
Until only the mountain remains.
***
Weekly short story blog
I'm still on something like 200 words. In my defense I had a 3000-5000 word story due for Fiction Workshop that counts for half of my grade, so I spent the last two weeks whipping that into publishable condition.
I can do 10000 words a day (on the weekend) if I'm just writing without worrying about editing, so I should still get it done.
i hit 30,000 last night and i don't care if it's 30,000 words of crap... i am insanely happy about it. i was sure i would have given up 29,999 words ago.
[QUOTE=Caligula7;1092990]I've been playing along at home. I knew there was no way I'd get the 50,000 words, but I have managed to write the first 15 pages of my novel since November 1st! Which is 15 pgs more than I've written in the past. So National Novel Writing Month has already been a success for me. I like the spirit of the whole thing. It's basically, "Shut the fuck up and write!" Awesome.[/QUOTE]
I never know how this is. Cause the only shit i write is screenplays, and i cant just toss myself into it. I start doing it all in just one sentence. The whole story outline. Then i make it in one paragraph, then a whole page, and so on until i feel i got a good structure in which to write on, and just then i really start writing the first draft of the thing... how does this work in novels?
I know the way i do this seems contrived and formulaic, but its because i feel even the finished script is just an outline, a blueprint of a project that still has to go through a lot of creative input before its finished, so i dont feel im strangling the soul out of it or anything.
[QUOTE=JKabol;1094509]. .
okay, news..
the neil ga motivation letter is not quite up yet, but i think itll hit sometime in the day. yeah, kick ass
the inlaws are in town here and im hung over . i didnt go shopping with them because i have to work in a couple of hours and my woman hates chopping but when with her mom tends to spend the whole damn day going through every store, happily
anyway
am going to try to bang out 2k words this afternoon before shower and shave and dress and work until midnight
we'll see how goes
any news from anyone ?
kabol
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oh, and p s . corellion, i am so kicking your ass
but then, old school cult workshopper chris lites has skidded easily passed the 70k mark. dude doesnt sleep ![/QUOTE]
Yeah, blah! I'm gonna give NaNoWriMo a rest and just concentrate on a couple of other things. I've got a hard-on for being pubslished and paid for doing so in a print magazine before I turn eighteen, so I'm working on a short story at the moment to the best of my ability. The novel I'll turn back to when I need a break from the story. In essence, expect a lot of the same story being worked and reworked come the future from me.
I've learned a valuable couple of lessons though. The key to writing is shutting the fuck up and writing. Novels are hard. And lastly, but not leastly, November is a shit month for writing.
[QUOTE=drinking mercury;1096244]i hit 30,000 last night and i don't care if it's 30,000 words of crap... i am insanely happy about it. i was sure i would have given up 29,999 words ago.[/QUOTE]
wicked
The birds have vanished into the sky,
And now the last cloud drains away.
We sit together, the mountain and me,
Until only the mountain remains.
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[QUOTE=ireLocus;1096391]wicked[/QUOTE]
ah hahahahahaaaa! thanks!
i just checked on your word count... you are getting up there too!
i really hate that the nanowrimo site only shows me 11 of my writing buddies in no particular order. can't it order them by word count at least? 'cause you don't show up on my buddy page, but you are kicking the shit out of most of them word-wise. maybe i'll just go delete someone who sucks because seeing my buddies on there with huge word counts makes me happy and want to keep going. see big fat zeros makes me sad.
Huh... weird. I don't really get the site, either. Meh. I have maybe 6 or 7 buddies I think, but I don't even bother with much else on the site anyway. I just come here for updates over and above word count.
Now, I gotta get back to writing!
The birds have vanished into the sky,
And now the last cloud drains away.
We sit together, the mountain and me,
Until only the mountain remains.
***
Weekly short story blog
Okay, so what happens if a major plot development (in my head) totally changes a couple previous key events?
Do I take the time to find them and delete them, or re-write them to make the fit the new development?
Or do I just write on? Cause in a way, that would overly inflate my word count, wouldn't it? If I have two versions of the same scene(s)?
At the same time, I don't want to get hung up on editing, especially being this far behind in the overall word count.
Thoughts?
The birds have vanished into the sky,
And now the last cloud drains away.
We sit together, the mountain and me,
Until only the mountain remains.
***
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[QUOTE=ireLocus;1097483]Okay, so what happens if a major plot development (in my head) totally changes a couple previous key events?
Do I take the time to find them and delete them, or re-write them to make the fit the new development?
Or do I just write on? Cause in a way, that would overly inflate my word count, wouldn't it? If I have two versions of the same scene(s)?
At the same time, I don't want to get hung up on editing, especially being this far behind in the overall word count.
Thoughts?[/QUOTE]
don't touch those earlier scenes! the only time you should rework them (this month) is if you hit 50,000 and it's not the end of the month (according to No Plot, No Problem). it doesn't over inflate your word count... you did write them, didn't you! remember, quantity surpasses all this month, even continuity.
just keep going, write the scenes again if you like (leaving the old ones in place), leave yourself big bold screaming letters about what you want to fix later, anything you want. just don't delete anything.
k?
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im in absolute agreement with mercury..
keep going. for all you know, later on, maybe at the end, some things will need changing and some wont. the story will continue to develope, only if you continue to write it. dont kill yourself with rewrites. just build the story, maintain what you want, write what you want to rewrite later
liberation
-kabol
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He holds it for a breath at waist level and turns it once for assessment. The steel barrel and along its chassis is oiled in an off shade of red, the blood smeared and somewhat caked on. In parts, it resembles a stillborn, a dark fetal horse that is all legs and wet skin.
DAMMIT DAMMIT DAMMIT DAMMIT DAMMIT!!!!
Thinking back, I have totally deleted a couple scenes out of ... okay, embarassment. The writing was that bad.
Now I feel dumb.
The birds have vanished into the sky,
And now the last cloud drains away.
We sit together, the mountain and me,
Until only the mountain remains.
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[QUOTE=ireLocus;1097556]DAMMIT DAMMIT DAMMIT DAMMIT DAMMIT!!!!
Thinking back, I have totally deleted a couple scenes out of ... okay, embarassment. The writing was that bad.
Now I feel dumb.[/QUOTE]
*pets your head soothingly*
you're not dumb. you're just too intelligent and critical for your novel's own good.
don't dwell, just keep writing!
(and you have a comrade in the deleting category. i'm the queen of the backspace. i'm sure i've backspaced over several thousand words already. no matter how much i chastise myself, i just can't help it sometimes.)
[QUOTE=drinking mercury;1098035]*pets your head soothingly*
you're not dumb. you're just too intelligent and critical for your novel's own good.
don't dwell, just keep writing!
(and you have a comrade in the deleting category. i'm the queen of the backspace. i'm sure i've backspaced over several thousand words already. no matter how much i chastise myself, i just can't help it sometimes.)[/QUOTE]
That's why I write everything longhand first. It makes it impossible to just delete the text. It also makes it very difficult to know your word count. 
Okay, big news:
Between the Tuesday and Wednesday I got (right around) 10,000 words down on my nanorimo story. But let me back up a little.
Last year, sometime in May or June, I did a speedwriting challenge out of both boredom and a desire to hone my lyric writing skills. I wanted to unlock my creativity. What I never intended to do is keep adding to that story until it grew enourmously huge and took over my life. I had 80.000+ meandering words revolving around this plot, but with no real direction, the story sucked and there was no good plot line, nothing worth readng.
Then I joined Write Club, and started all over.
Those of you who were a part of Write Club this year know that I wussed out because of some whiny medical excuse, and my book never really took shape.
Now lets fast forward to Tuesday afternoon. I'm home sick from work and inspired to write my NaNo story. Good news, right? Got a few thousand words down.
Even better news is, I actually went to bed and then got up [I]twice[/I] Wednesday night into Thursday morning in order to not only get 10.000+ words for NaNo, BUT.... I realized how my last book should end, wrote THAT, and I can now call it finished.
You heard me right, Subliminal Messiah is done, and I will be editing it soon. This book, for NaNo, works perfectly as a tangent sequel, and now that I've realized how the stories and characters connect, not only can I finish the NaNo story with clear direction, but it all begs for a third story to fill in the two week gap between the two books.
So last summer I sit down to get creative and write some lyrics, and now I'm working on an accidental trilogy.
Take that, cancer!
The birds have vanished into the sky,
And now the last cloud drains away.
We sit together, the mountain and me,
Until only the mountain remains.
***
Weekly short story blog
Damn. Kick ass, Ire! 
I did a little more on my novel today. Also skipped school.
[QUOTE=ireLocus;1099872]Okay, big news:
Between the Tuesday and Wednesday I got (right around) 10,000 words down on my nanorimo story. But let me back up a little.
Last year, sometime in May or June, I did a speedwriting challenge out of both boredom and a desire to hone my lyric writing skills. I wanted to unlock my creativity. What I never intended to do is keep adding to that story until it grew enourmously huge and took over my life. I had 80.000+ meandering words revolving around this plot, but with no real direction, the story sucked and there was no good plot line, nothing worth readng.
Then I joined Write Club, and started all over.
Those of you who were a part of Write Club this year know that I wussed out because of some whiny medical excuse, and my book never really took shape.
Now lets fast forward to Tuesday afternoon. I'm home sick from work and inspired to write my NaNo story. Good news, right? Got a few thousand words down.
Even better news is, I actually went to bed and then got up [I]twice[/I] Wednesday night into Thursday morning in order to not only get 10.000+ words for NaNo, BUT.... I realized how my last book should end, wrote THAT, and I can now call it finished.
You heard me right, Subliminal Messiah is done, and I will be editing it soon. This book, for NaNo, works perfectly as a tangent sequel, and now that I've realized how the stories and characters connect, not only can I finish the NaNo story with clear direction, but it all begs for a third story to fill in the two week gap between the two books.
So last summer I sit down to get creative and write some lyrics, and now I'm working on an accidental trilogy.
Take that, cancer![/QUOTE]
fanfuckingtastic!
hahaha that feeling must be more than amazing, congrats homie
kabol
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He holds it for a breath at waist level and turns it once for assessment. The steel barrel and along its chassis is oiled in an off shade of red, the blood smeared and somewhat caked on. In parts, it resembles a stillborn, a dark fetal horse that is all legs and wet skin.
i hit 40,000 at 2:30 this morning.
holy shit.
go me.
:clap:
:laola:
Dude, you rock.
I'm right at 38,xxx right now.
But I''ve been getting a lot done in each sitting. I'll hit that mark by Friday.
How's everyone else doing? Progress report, stat!
The birds have vanished into the sky,
And now the last cloud drains away.
We sit together, the mountain and me,
Until only the mountain remains.
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Weekly short story blog
Poorly. Like 16k. I figure 8 thousand a day should finish... but it's hard to type 8000 words when my fingers are crossed.
...There is no folly of the beast of the earth which is not infinitely outdone by the madness of men.
I'm terrible at this, I'm yet to start. But it doesn't really matter, I have enough stories/essays I need to write for school, so in reality I will have written about 50,000 words by the end of November probably.
I think it just remains to be said that any one of a hundred everyday menaces - a car accident, a head cold, a lie before breakfast - could have disfigured or coarsened his bounteous good looks in a day or a second.