“Just when things are looking up
you start acting like a horse’s butt”
That’s Morcheeba. That’s “What New York Couples Fight About”
That’s just funny stuff.
Where are we? 20,717! Goal has increased to 1757 words a day. That’s 29,792/17 (or just about) …
it goes on and on. Very nearly at the halfway point.
our reasons are quite tame.
it’s a beautiful day
there are no reasons in it
there’s no one left to blame
i’m wasting my words
in more ways than one
these don’t count towards
the count
but if it all comes out the same
it might never be the same
i’ll say i’m done, i’ll say it’s all done
it never works that way.
all the rest is done, i think all the rest is done
the sun is out, but i don’t know where my head is.
still. angry.
I’ve got this chart now that is tracking my progress on this thing, so I’ve kinda slacked on updating this dealie over here. Suffice it to say that I’m still sorta on target. Right now at 18,328 words and if I write 1759 words a day, I’ll get this finished by the 30th (current pace: Dec 3rd)
so it is. my head hurts and i’m hungry like a mug.
6584. About 100 words short for the day but I’m frickin exhausted. Sure, I wasted a good amount of writing time playing Shenmue 2, but we all knew that was going to happen. Sixty five hundred words. Eleven pages or so. Haven’t written that much in….blazow.
6138. 12%. Fits and spurts. Stops and starts. 331 cramped and sloppy words on the train ride home. Amazing what it starts to come to when you weigh your words by the number and not the meaning.
I’m lucky if half of these words are even in English.
And just so I can overload this thing…. Here’s your first excerpt. I’m happy with the idea, but I wrote it on the train and was cramped into a seat and unable to expand on everything, but I think it’s good meat for something to blow into, oh, say, 500 words….
There are the twitchers and the mumblers and god knows who else. They all congregate here, or else they are following me around or else they are everywhere. It’s gotten so it’s easy to hide your insanity these days. When everyone has a cell phone, it’s tough to know who’s having an actual conversation and who’s just faking it. Lunatics with hands-free devices walk down the street, talking animatedly and now we don’t give them another look except to sigh and fret about the prevalence of personal communication devices and the need for everyone to be talking to someone that’s somewhere else, when in fact they’re likely talking to someone that’s not anywhere at all.
And then my phone rings, or at least I think it does.
Honest to god, I have no idea what I was talking about when I mentioned I had the basic outline of a plot for this thing. Where the hell did that go? Did I write it down somewhere? Did I foolishly think that I would — hah! — remember it?
4952 words. Just 44 shy of yesterday’s quota. Not so far behind. But then, where do today’s words come from?
This sometimes gains momentum and 300 words are nothing, and sometimes I can’t even remember the English language anymore.
And I think, these words here are wasted.
2816. Trying so hard to get to near 3000 for the first day, just to make the rest of the going a little easier, but it’s tough tough tough.
Well-wishes from so many people, what a day.
From the NaNoWriMo newsletter — those folks are brilliant:
“Writing a novel in a month is utterly ridiculous, an undertaking for fools and those who don’t know any better. Thankfully, we belong to the latter camp, which makes us dangerously powerful writers. Liberated from the constraints of constructing a pretty and proper novel, we are free to run, naked and whooping, through the valleys of our imaginations.
In November, your story will achieve an at-times frightening force and velocity. Go with it. Write wildly, joyfully, in huge and bounding strokes. Was that last page the worst thing you’ve ever written? Maybe. Does it matter? Nope. All words are good words in NaNoWriMo. Follow tangents. Change directions at will. Stay loose. Make messes. Laugh at it all. You are doing something weird and wonderful here, and none of it will go on your permanent record.”