Friday, November 14, 2008
WOOHOOO!!!!
I did it in 13 days! 50,025 as of night, and the thing is ... I still have outline left over, so I'm just gonna keep going until the month is finished and see how many words I can rack up.
Saturday, November 1, 2008
Ooh... cramped fingers ...
Alright ... so the word count widget is a little slow.
I couldn't help it: I stayed up until midnight last night to get started right away. I got in 600 words then, and another 1600 just now. Things are going well!
I couldn't help it: I stayed up until midnight last night to get started right away. I got in 600 words then, and another 1600 just now. Things are going well!
Friday, October 31, 2008
The Fun Starts Tomorrow!
Alright, everyone, this is the moment I've been preparing for all month ... this is why I have a fifty page outline right now! Tomorrow is November 1st, the beginning of National Novel Writing Month. You can check out my profile here: http://www.nanowrimo.org/eng/user/261768
Also, check my word count status at the right-hand of the screen!
Seriously, 50 pages in my outline. That's over 15,000 words! My question now is: will this next month be a glorious win (an easy 50,000)? or epic fail because I've already said everything in my outline?
Also, check my word count status at the right-hand of the screen!
Seriously, 50 pages in my outline. That's over 15,000 words! My question now is: will this next month be a glorious win (an easy 50,000)? or epic fail because I've already said everything in my outline?
Thursday, October 23, 2008
Outline
About 8 days left until Novemeber, and I'm already off to a great start. My outline is over 10,000 words long, and I've got to say, I'm rather proud of it. I surprised myself with a few plot turns that I think will work really nicely in the end.
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Coming Soon ....
Coming soon ...Watch the word count widget the right to find out if I make my 50,000 word goal this November!
Thursday, September 25, 2008
November Approaching
November's gonna be busy. I'll be starting Medical Assistant classes, and if I still have a job then, I'll be struggling just to finish my homework and have time to eat and sleep. Unfortunately, November's nanowrimo.org challenge that I've been looking forward since January might have to wait until next year. But if I have no job, it'll be a piece of cake (not that I would jeopardize a job opportunity!).
So school! I finally decided to go back and pursue something I never before gave thought to: nursing. Why? you ask. Because I needed a different avenue. Art hasn't worked for me since I was 16 and started working ... odds are pretty good that it won't turn around anytime soon. Yeah, I might sell a book, but how many years is that going to take? How successful will it be if it happens? But I won't give it up. I need something to dive into when work and the brain aneurysm-inducing news gets to me (sometimes ignorance IS bliss...). As Steven King wrote, "All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy" ... since I don't go out drinking or whatever, (and the amount of comments on this blog proves that I don't have the patience to maintain too many friendships) this is my play.
On the plus side, I already know what I'll write about in November if I'm able: like the project I undertook in January, I'll once again revamp one of my old stories. This one is something I really enjoyed, but it never gelled propperly ... I'm hoping that with a few new twists and a little life experience I'll be able to salvage it.
And when will Awake be fit to read? Who knows.
So school! I finally decided to go back and pursue something I never before gave thought to: nursing. Why? you ask. Because I needed a different avenue. Art hasn't worked for me since I was 16 and started working ... odds are pretty good that it won't turn around anytime soon. Yeah, I might sell a book, but how many years is that going to take? How successful will it be if it happens? But I won't give it up. I need something to dive into when work and the brain aneurysm-inducing news gets to me (sometimes ignorance IS bliss...). As Steven King wrote, "All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy" ... since I don't go out drinking or whatever, (and the amount of comments on this blog proves that I don't have the patience to maintain too many friendships) this is my play.
On the plus side, I already know what I'll write about in November if I'm able: like the project I undertook in January, I'll once again revamp one of my old stories. This one is something I really enjoyed, but it never gelled propperly ... I'm hoping that with a few new twists and a little life experience I'll be able to salvage it.
And when will Awake be fit to read? Who knows.
Monday, June 23, 2008
Editing again
I may have written the complete text in a month, but it'll take me the rest of the year to edit it into something palatable for another human being to digest. But that's the point of the first draft: just get it onto the page and worry about it later.
What started out as a little over fifty-thousand words has dwindled down to just under forty-thousand. Where did my ten-thousand words go?? Apparently, some fluff got into my text, but I'm sure those ten-thousand will be back as I'm fleshing out stuff like "They all looked afraid" into something a bit more literary. I really can't wait to have some people read it, but it'll probably be a while before it's dressed enough to go out in public.
As I work on my project and do other things, it's so easy for me to liken novel writing to normal every-day things. Like cooking, for example. When I want to make something, I get out the recipe (the outline), drag all the ingredients out of the fridge (the initial scenes). Then, I get rid of the stuff I don't need (plastic bags, inedible greens -- editing). I measure, mix, arrange (polish), and cook. When the finished food product comes out of the oven, it looks nothing like the scattered ingredients on my counter, but those bags and bottles and smatterings of flour were necessary for the finished product.
What started out as a little over fifty-thousand words has dwindled down to just under forty-thousand. Where did my ten-thousand words go?? Apparently, some fluff got into my text, but I'm sure those ten-thousand will be back as I'm fleshing out stuff like "They all looked afraid" into something a bit more literary. I really can't wait to have some people read it, but it'll probably be a while before it's dressed enough to go out in public.
As I work on my project and do other things, it's so easy for me to liken novel writing to normal every-day things. Like cooking, for example. When I want to make something, I get out the recipe (the outline), drag all the ingredients out of the fridge (the initial scenes). Then, I get rid of the stuff I don't need (plastic bags, inedible greens -- editing). I measure, mix, arrange (polish), and cook. When the finished food product comes out of the oven, it looks nothing like the scattered ingredients on my counter, but those bags and bottles and smatterings of flour were necessary for the finished product.