6,133 words officially.
Not where the schedule says I should be. I'm under. But close.
It's a first effort. I just spent the past two days traveling and visiting my parents. The fact I got anything done is an accomplishment in my eyes. :) Though what tiny competitive streak I have sees how well my friend who has been doing this for five years is doing... and I feel a lot less proud, I feel disheartened kinda.. Amazed and impressed by her for sure, but very humbled. Clearly I'm tired, admitting what a douche I am.
In other news, I feel like I'm in the never-ending scene right now. I need a way to.. speed things up... Though that may not make sense. We'll see. Tonight I can just tell I'm done. I'm tired. I've got a nasty headache. My husband is in bed sleeping, it's time for night night.
So good night. :)
Thursday, November 4, 2010
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
Dreams
I had such a good sleep. I needed it too!
I had this LONG convoluted dream about a haunted house, and a family moving in unaware.. I was their daughter and I did NOT want to go in that house....
Then there was a Tsunami, or rather a hint of one that never actually came.. in Hawaii. There was a family that thought this was the end of days. Even long after it didn't happen, they were convinced...
The middle son was an outcast at his highschool. His older brother was a football star. Middle brother surfed. On the down low. Places where his classmates wouldn't find him. One day one of his favourite spots was overtaken by like a surfing squadron. They were from a private school. They all had shiny black and yellow uniforms/matching wetsuits. They 'let' him stay the first day... he was in the water before hey were. And he surfed as good as they did. better than some. The captain/leader told him very good kid, now get out of here. outsiders are not welcome.
the son confeses to his parents he wants to go pro. he want attention now. he gets on some game show, they offer him a full scholarship to some land-locked school and he turns them down. His faher didn't follow his dream and although happy, he still has regretted it his whole life.
He ends up going to the school, being one of their star surfers. They do some kind of surfing group competition but he loses it for his team when a little girl falls into the icy water and can't get herself out. she has luckimaia... the team ends up making her their mascott and does events to raise money for her, and cancer charities. it takes them 10 years, but they all keep at it and evetually raise 250 million!
There was also this odd sequence of being... native? like honey skinned on some kind of tropical island, and running. being refugees. in huge groups. mass exsodus from somewhere on foot.... I don't know where that fits in.
I was also some kind of AWOL CIA agent. The dream clearly changes here. Assassin on the run. killing, stealing cars, whatever it took to stay alive and running. i knew lots of languages, lots of weapons, lots of ways to kill. I killed one double agent that was trying to take me in by convincing him to take his seat belt off. then I put on the breaks. he impalled himself with his own finger when the air bags exploded.
I have the weirdest dreams! I'm wiritng them here so I won't forget. Maybe I can make stories out of one of them at least.
I had this LONG convoluted dream about a haunted house, and a family moving in unaware.. I was their daughter and I did NOT want to go in that house....
Then there was a Tsunami, or rather a hint of one that never actually came.. in Hawaii. There was a family that thought this was the end of days. Even long after it didn't happen, they were convinced...
The middle son was an outcast at his highschool. His older brother was a football star. Middle brother surfed. On the down low. Places where his classmates wouldn't find him. One day one of his favourite spots was overtaken by like a surfing squadron. They were from a private school. They all had shiny black and yellow uniforms/matching wetsuits. They 'let' him stay the first day... he was in the water before hey were. And he surfed as good as they did. better than some. The captain/leader told him very good kid, now get out of here. outsiders are not welcome.
the son confeses to his parents he wants to go pro. he want attention now. he gets on some game show, they offer him a full scholarship to some land-locked school and he turns them down. His faher didn't follow his dream and although happy, he still has regretted it his whole life.
He ends up going to the school, being one of their star surfers. They do some kind of surfing group competition but he loses it for his team when a little girl falls into the icy water and can't get herself out. she has luckimaia... the team ends up making her their mascott and does events to raise money for her, and cancer charities. it takes them 10 years, but they all keep at it and evetually raise 250 million!
There was also this odd sequence of being... native? like honey skinned on some kind of tropical island, and running. being refugees. in huge groups. mass exsodus from somewhere on foot.... I don't know where that fits in.
I was also some kind of AWOL CIA agent. The dream clearly changes here. Assassin on the run. killing, stealing cars, whatever it took to stay alive and running. i knew lots of languages, lots of weapons, lots of ways to kill. I killed one double agent that was trying to take me in by convincing him to take his seat belt off. then I put on the breaks. he impalled himself with his own finger when the air bags exploded.
I have the weirdest dreams! I'm wiritng them here so I won't forget. Maybe I can make stories out of one of them at least.
Back On Track!
3495!! :D :D :D
Back on track in terms of word count, that is. I should have gone to bed an hour ago. I'm exhausted. I did a lot today life-wise. Hopefully I can sleep, and sleep in.
Tomorrow I'm going to my parents to spend some time with them. Tonight has proved to me that it won't necessarily hurt my word count. I just need to write write write and not worry if it isn't great or particularly interesting or any of things I normally freeze over. It's a rough draft. Seeing as I've never written anything close to 50,000 words, I am just hoping to get there, not to get there gracefully.
If there ends up being anything of worth in what I've written great! I can take the story through many iterations in January! I say January because I'm going to want a freaking break in December, besides, walking away for a bit is healthy I think. Kim Harrison does it, and she's like my idol. She writes my most favourite stories. I don't aim to be like her.... not now. Maybe 10 books from now... Maybe...
I'm convinced the more I write, the better I'll get. Better at letting go. Better at listening to my characters. Better at making them feel real. Better at making their story compelling. All sorts. I used to write better than I do right now, so I know I can get at least a little better. I really do believe practice makes plateau, but I'm also sure I'm not on or (maybe?) even near mine.
Now to figure out how to get my last two paragraphs on my phone so I can write on the ride home to Hamilton tomorrow!
Back on track in terms of word count, that is. I should have gone to bed an hour ago. I'm exhausted. I did a lot today life-wise. Hopefully I can sleep, and sleep in.
Tomorrow I'm going to my parents to spend some time with them. Tonight has proved to me that it won't necessarily hurt my word count. I just need to write write write and not worry if it isn't great or particularly interesting or any of things I normally freeze over. It's a rough draft. Seeing as I've never written anything close to 50,000 words, I am just hoping to get there, not to get there gracefully.
If there ends up being anything of worth in what I've written great! I can take the story through many iterations in January! I say January because I'm going to want a freaking break in December, besides, walking away for a bit is healthy I think. Kim Harrison does it, and she's like my idol. She writes my most favourite stories. I don't aim to be like her.... not now. Maybe 10 books from now... Maybe...
I'm convinced the more I write, the better I'll get. Better at letting go. Better at listening to my characters. Better at making them feel real. Better at making their story compelling. All sorts. I used to write better than I do right now, so I know I can get at least a little better. I really do believe practice makes plateau, but I'm also sure I'm not on or (maybe?) even near mine.
Now to figure out how to get my last two paragraphs on my phone so I can write on the ride home to Hamilton tomorrow!
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
4 Hours Sleep! :(
This is not the way I like to start my day, let me tell you! Didn't get to sleep until midnight, woke up at 4am, hungry and unable to go back to sleep. At first I thought it was just acid reflux. No such luck. By the time hubby's alarm went off I was ravenous. I hate sleeping in fits and starts like this! And I'm not going to be able to sleep all morning, I have company coming over. But I will have to nap today at some point or I'm just going to make myself sick with exhaustion. *sigh*
On the bright side, I've mapped out my first 'scene', or maybe it's a chapter? I'm not sure yet. But at least now I know what I want to happen!
I do not, however, want to spend tomorrow early morning mapping out the next one! ugh. I hope I can get some real sleep soon.
Maybe if I figure out today how to go from first kiss to first fuck I'll be able to sleep better.... I refuse to let them happen in the same night. I want this to go slowly.... but I'm not entirely sure I want to write all that.. that's not the story I'm really interested in...never have been from the start...perhaps I started my novel in the wrong spot... hrm...
I'm so tempted to tweak. I'm only 700 words in. But if I tweak now, I may never get beyond 700 words! No no. This is not the time for revisions. I'll have to muddle through somehow.... If I ever manage a second draft, then I can tweak then.
It's acceptable to skip time in a novel isn't it?? Maybe we can meet the best friend... flesh her out a bit.... I really want to just skip ahead here.. really really. maybe I will tweak.... There beginning is just so not important to me.... gods I'm such a bitch...
Is it acceptable to begin a novel with a montage? LOL
On the bright side, I've mapped out my first 'scene', or maybe it's a chapter? I'm not sure yet. But at least now I know what I want to happen!
I do not, however, want to spend tomorrow early morning mapping out the next one! ugh. I hope I can get some real sleep soon.
Maybe if I figure out today how to go from first kiss to first fuck I'll be able to sleep better.... I refuse to let them happen in the same night. I want this to go slowly.... but I'm not entirely sure I want to write all that.. that's not the story I'm really interested in...never have been from the start...perhaps I started my novel in the wrong spot... hrm...
I'm so tempted to tweak. I'm only 700 words in. But if I tweak now, I may never get beyond 700 words! No no. This is not the time for revisions. I'll have to muddle through somehow.... If I ever manage a second draft, then I can tweak then.
It's acceptable to skip time in a novel isn't it?? Maybe we can meet the best friend... flesh her out a bit.... I really want to just skip ahead here.. really really. maybe I will tweak.... There beginning is just so not important to me.... gods I'm such a bitch...
Is it acceptable to begin a novel with a montage? LOL
Monday, November 1, 2010
It's a start....
723 words. That's how many I managed today. It's a start right? At least I got something on 'paper'. I was worried I'd choke and have nothing to show for today. Well, not nothing, but nothing to help WORD COUNT.
I have approx. 24 printed pages (large font though) of character descriptions & plot points/scenes. Mostly have I have it scened out. Like what I want to happen in the scene. I still don't have an ending, but I'm hoping as I get into it my characters can help me get there.
Tomorrow will have more novel writing than today, I'm hoping. I also get to spend some time with a friend, and at some point I need to go to the bank. I'm such a housewife! ha.
Night all. Happy dreams! Last night I had plot dreams, or rather dreams that may end up in my plot... maybe... likely. haha.
I have approx. 24 printed pages (large font though) of character descriptions & plot points/scenes. Mostly have I have it scened out. Like what I want to happen in the scene. I still don't have an ending, but I'm hoping as I get into it my characters can help me get there.
Tomorrow will have more novel writing than today, I'm hoping. I also get to spend some time with a friend, and at some point I need to go to the bank. I'm such a housewife! ha.
Night all. Happy dreams! Last night I had plot dreams, or rather dreams that may end up in my plot... maybe... likely. haha.
Characterization
This late in the day, and I have a new character brewing in my head.... I think he wants to be called Nicholas. He's a were-tiger that works for the master vamp my heroine is fucking/dating?
I'm trying very hard not to lean on Nathaniel in Antia Blake. ugh. Do not want. But submissive? Maybe....
I still haven't found another vamp to get that DP scene I so want.... maybe he will show up while I wander the demon hotel & casino. ha. I just.. I can't do a 'can I introduce you to my friend...we'd like to DP you now' thing. *sigh* So I'm not sure if that will happen.
I need to think on Nicholas.....blond? I don't have a blond yet.. not a man anyway.... I think Nick wants to be blond and blue eyed. blue, like the sky, on a clear day... i just can't see him any other way. with shaggy blond hair that comes over his ears and tickles his neck.
Hrm.. I think I need food before my brain goes any further. =/
I'm trying very hard not to lean on Nathaniel in Antia Blake. ugh. Do not want. But submissive? Maybe....
I still haven't found another vamp to get that DP scene I so want.... maybe he will show up while I wander the demon hotel & casino. ha. I just.. I can't do a 'can I introduce you to my friend...we'd like to DP you now' thing. *sigh* So I'm not sure if that will happen.
I need to think on Nicholas.....blond? I don't have a blond yet.. not a man anyway.... I think Nick wants to be blond and blue eyed. blue, like the sky, on a clear day... i just can't see him any other way. with shaggy blond hair that comes over his ears and tickles his neck.
Hrm.. I think I need food before my brain goes any further. =/
GAH, GAH, GAH I say!!
I've been working on my plot today. For almost 6 hours. It's like a real full time job, this book writing thing.
And I still haven't written a single word of my book. But... It's coming together. I think, I HOPE having this outline will make things make some sense. I hope...
I'm excited writing it. It feels like it's actually coming together to me. I'm trying so hard not to write Anita Blake or Larissa Ione clone. I'm thinking I may not even have a happy ending with like one man... I really have more of a coming of age story than a romance.. I want things to end well....but in a place where more could totally happen, and 'happily ever after' isn't a guarantee....this is, of course, all dependent on me being able to actually WRITE something.
Gah! Gah! GAH! I say.
And I still haven't written a single word of my book. But... It's coming together. I think, I HOPE having this outline will make things make some sense. I hope...
I'm excited writing it. It feels like it's actually coming together to me. I'm trying so hard not to write Anita Blake or Larissa Ione clone. I'm thinking I may not even have a happy ending with like one man... I really have more of a coming of age story than a romance.. I want things to end well....but in a place where more could totally happen, and 'happily ever after' isn't a guarantee....this is, of course, all dependent on me being able to actually WRITE something.
Gah! Gah! GAH! I say.
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