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I finished my november word count just five minutes ago. Now, I'm uploading my novel to the assorted places where it'll be safe, if the house burns down, or if I wake up and step on my floppy disk.
Did you notice that I changed my icon from "Participant" to WINNER? I did.
And that's it. I'm done. I am going grocery shopping, and then I am going home.
TTFN
Okay. So, this really could be totally do-able. I'm at two hundred pages, right now, and I'll only be a couple hundred words behind, going into tomorrow. The really great thing about the process is that the local nano group is going to continue meeting, so I'll have people to inflict my writing on through the entire editing process. 48,000 words. Woo Hoo.
And then, the editing and polishing begins.
Which means that all those naughty people who have parts of my book and haven't sent back criticism need to do so. It's okay. I can take it.
And anyone who doesn't have part of my book who would like part should comment, because I am not sending it out to anyone who hasn't asked for it. That would be cruel.
I am still behind. I still have to write more in the next five days than I would really like to, and then I have to find a way to drag it down to a functional computer and put it through the word validator, and.... and.... and... Well, actually, it averages out to about three thousand words per day, so not quite twice what I was going to have to write, if I hadn't done any procrastination. I'm at 163 pages as of this very moment, and nearly 38,000 words. Which is not enough, and which may never be enough.
Worse than that, they've already started validating the novels of people who are already finished, and their profiles have turned from green (which was annoying enough) to purple, with the word winner printed accross it in great big letters. Isn't that depressing?
I managed to get through the last semester of college world in one piece. The only grade I still haven't picked up is my Latin grade, and I'm fairly secure in the delusion that that should be an A, so I'm not too concerned.
I finally started getting paychecks from the new job, which is a huge, huge relief. Yay! Now I can write and eat!
I spent most of yesterday writing long hand for nanowrimo, and today, I've been typing the results. Now, I'm working on doing a little bit of editing, and trying to tie the peices together as something coherant.
Good luck to that. But it's still wonderful for the word count.
In case you hadn't guessed, I'm moving back and forth between this and my manuscript, and updating as I go along. 166 pages. If I can make it up to 40,000 words, I would only be one day behind, going into tomorrow. Plus I can send out my 40,000 word shout out while I still don't have to dig for the thread. Always nice.
I've gotten to the point that it actually takes a few seconds to save my manuscript. Wooo hoo.
Oh. And in case you didn't catch it, that was 39,000 words. So, by tomorrow, I really might only be a day or two behind. It's a good goal.
The return to optimism.
Somehow, it helps to know that you're out there, watching me fail. It makes me less likely to.
Todays sponsored links for my blog on technorati include three variations on novel writing software and a link to lesbian fiction.
At least I know that I'm not being entirely monomaniacal. That's two whole interests. Although, I can't for the life of me remember the last time I mentioned lesbians on my blog.
So.... obviously, I need to write posts about other things besides nanowrimo.
The quantity of information that comes at you if you just plop yourself down in front of a computer and stay there for a few hours.
And yes, I am procrastinating some more. I just took a test to find out which movie I've never even heard of that my life is like. Total waste of five minutes.
But all in all, pretty decent progress for today, even if some of it is going to require massive rewrites.
I went to the library early this morning. Silly me. I thought I would be able to work on my novel there, and save the time and effort of coming out to the University. I was horribly, horribly wrong. Not that I couldn't get onto the internet.
The library's computer is programmed to keep me from opening my plain text document.
I asked the woman who was in charge of the computer labs there to help me to open my plain text document, and her response was "What's that?"
After a brief discription of what exactly plain text is (and how detailed do I have to be, with someone who somehow managed to make it to 2005 without ever encountering plain text?) She took one look at the pop up that told me that it said there was no possible way that I could open the document. Actually, her exact words were something to the effect of "I don't know what you have on there, but..."
Yes, I am behind. On everything. I have been lingering in the 20,000, which I was very expressly told not to do by the other people on the NanoWrimo forums, and I still have to send a manuscript in to my poetry class. And write a final paper. And.... And....
But I finally made it to twenty-five thousand words, and that's half way. I'm up to 77 pages, and probably more, if I formatted it correctly for submission. That's not really a hundred and seventy five pages, the way "they" say it will be, by the end, but it's enough that I feel like it has the potential to become a novel, at some point.
I'm actually thinking of trying to sell it, as soon as I have time, and then working on it later. Nothing to encourage you better than if you've already cashed the check.
But, I probably won't have time until the end of November, in any event.
And remember that if I've sent you parts of the novel, I need your comments. National novel editing month is just around the corner.
I'm not sure which is worse; discovering that you've completely forgotten to take one of the tests in one of your on-line courses, or the fact that despite having forgotten it, you're still likely to get an A, or at least a high B. It sort of reminds you exactly how much of a load of crap certain parts of higher education really are. Yeah. Nobody else seems to take it seriously, either. I know.
I got up. I went to class. What more could you possibly expect from me?
Not so bad, actually, although between work and studying, I am now a little bit behind on my nanowrimo novel.
I love being able to leave a final while other people are still hunched over theirs, clawing desperately at the surface.
Especially if I'm fairly confident in my own translations.
Two pages of Latin in a little over an hour. Not too bad, especially when you consider that I hadn't even seen half of it, before.
Last night I stayed up late studying. So late, and so long, that by the end of it, I wasn't even reading in English, anymore. Seriously. When I get really, really tired, I drop off into this quazi-visual cortex of mine, and the words just sorta spread out into little patterns of meaninglessness... spent five minutes looking for a word before I realized that I was even in the wrong half of my Latin-English, English Latin dictionary.
But I think I may have survived. Possibly even with a decent grade.
I'm having a really great time with the whole novel writing thing.
It's incredible to have so many people to lean on, when I really don't feel like writing, and so much encouragement.
I think I managed to talk one of the women I work with into doing this with me, even though she's a little bit late for the first act.
I'm going to have to re-format the whole thing before I can submit it to any publishers, of course, because the Nanowrimo word counter only accepts text documents, and text won't let me do anything cool with the manuscript.
But I really, truly believe that I'm going to have a manuscript at the end of this thing. I truly believe that I will eventually have something worth submitting to publishers, and that I can probably talk someone, somewhere, into paying me money for it. How's that for a step in the right direction?
At the end of the month, we're all going to rush right out, get our manuscripts bound, and mail them around the world to get them all autographed and grafittized, just like a bunch of stupid high school students with their yearbooks.
Funny, somehow, I suddenly feel all bubbly and goofy inside.
Like I'm made of warm caramel.
I am now ever so slightly ahead of schedule. I have written 10, 434 words, so I'm going to call it a night, soon. Anyway, that's my "Yay, me!" moment for the day.
I'm still madly in love with my new job. But, it has been getting in the way of my nanowrimoey fun and frolic. Now, for the first time, in two weeks, I have two days off. In a row. and even though I haven't really been falling behind in my Nanowrimo novel--I plan on breaking ten thousand, later tonight--I'm thrilled by the possibility of getting ahead. So, tomorrow, I'm going to spend the morning curled up with a cup of coffee and a notebook, and then go quickly to class, and keep writing on campus in the afternoon.
My body count just went up by another two. Well, only one, if you figure in the fact that my serial killer never quite got a chance to kill poor old Amber. She fell out of the attic and hit her head on the corner of an occassional table, poor thing. So, I think I'm up around ten or so, now. My problem is that I never seem to remember to bring my victim list to where I'm writing, so new bodies just seem to appear, and then, of course, I have to go back and work in all the plot points for the regularly scheduled corpse review, so they have to stay as well.
I haven't done much with gore, yet.
But, given enough time, tomorow...
I started writing my novel over coffee, Tuesday Morning, and worked on it on my way to work, and over my lunch break, and on my way back from work. The word count is good, a little over what I need to make my 50,000 words. I only mailed out the first part of that, though, because I'm a chapter or two ahead of myself, with some of what I did. But, Day One... I have enough material. I'm keeping up, anyway.
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