2006-11-29, 11:32 PM — two things about tonight
Two things have happened this evening. Well, two things I'm going to note here.
The first is a bad thing. It is the reason I hate people with dogs. I really like dogs, but I hate people who have dogs. Specifically those who do not clean up after their dogs, so that unsuspecting, trusting people like me step in it when we are locking up the outside gates in the dark. Whoever you are, jerkface, if I ever catch you I might be tempted to rub your nose in it.
The second thing is this:
I made it! Spectacular! The last ... three thousand words have been really, really painfully difficult, I'll admit. But the novella itself is actually almost done and I'm fairly proud of it. It's going to be another 2000 words or so, I think. I'd like to have it done for good by the end of this weekend. But I hit my 50000 word mark tonight. So that makes up for stupid people. Hooray!
2006-11-25, 09:42 PM — short observations
So I'm having a 3000+ word day on my novel. In fact, we might be heading for an early finish. Part of me is cool with that. It's going well and I want to go with that. Part of me doesn't want to finish early. I want to drag this puppy out as long as I can. It's a fantastic feeling, writing and feeling good about it. I really really like what I've been doing and where I've been going. I haven't written something that I've known was good for a long time. I'd forgotten what it feels like.
Also learned today: homemade horseradish is the best. Once had, I will never be able to go back.
I do love it when fishy cooks.
2006-11-15, 01:39 PM — survived the first slump...
And there is why Nanowrimo is a beautiful thing, my friends. If I hadn't been pressured to keep working on this damn story despite the fact that I hated it and wanted to flush it all down the toilet, I would have... well, flushed it.
As it was I had to keep it because I already have 25 000 words, which is halfway there, and damned if I'm going to bail out on this now.
The thing is, I didn't actually hate the story. I didn't even particularly hate anything I had written. It just wasn't coming easily and I got very frustrated, and even started plotting on a different story I was working on before November started just to give myself something else to think about.
And now I'm back at it. It's coming much more easily now. I just had to keep going, take a breath, and plow through the wall. I did manage not to write too much crap while I was plowing, I think. That will be up to the readers, I guess. Well. The reader. Who has managed to convince me that this new way of writing that seemed to pop out of me just in time for November is actually pretty good. Nice boy, my reader...