So my final count for Day 1 was 4,007. That's ridiculous! But I also learned that my protagonist is a lot darker than I thought he was. I think I may have started him on the wrong foot when I mentioned his relationship status in the first introduction paragraph... apparently it's a touchy subject and I may need to fish it out during the revisions.
Day 2 was all about the competition. My partner-in-crime writes at twice to three times the speed I do. This has been proven as I lose every word war I've ever entered with her... and by a lot. "That was a good 350 words for me" "Good job! I managed 985!" "I hate you" * not a real conversation*
So when I woke up this morning, feeling super giddy about breaking 4000 words on day one, what do I see? 7436. Now, I know that NaNoWriMo isn't actually a competition with other members. But it's more fun when it is. And I know that I am also at the disadvantage of starting a novel war with a person who lives in the future. 7 hours head start makes quite a difference. Whatever I go to bed with tonight will be 2-3 thousand words different when I wake up. People in your own time zones don't usually do that. So I busted my writing butt - as if that was a thing in which your butt somehow helps you write - and pulled off a glorious 3,800 words of writing for day, leaving me at an amazing 7,786 for Day 2! BOOYAH! So even if I get left in the dust again by morning, I kicked some major butt today. Mostly, I kicked my own butt - I'm sensing a sudden theme emerging from this post.
This time last year I managed to pull off 4,000 words - total, not in one sitting. Actually, it mostly was in one sitting since I only got about 500 of those words written on Day 1. My word count building pretty much came to a halt by day 5 though, so as long as I keep writing beyond this week, I'm already more amazing this year than I was last year. Not that I wasn't doing some pretty amazing things last year; I was doing just about everything last year. I gave so much of myself to what was going on my my life that I didn't have much left over for myself to enjoy. Stress and Doubt, my sworn enemies who unfortunately know all of my weaknesses. But enough about that, I've already made one sappy post today, and I'm feeling invincible right now, so off with you Stress and Doubt! No one likes you, anyway!
That showed them!
So today was all about venturing into the notorious nightclub. I got past the Detective being an extreme cranky pants. Though, as I walked through the flashback scene, I don't blame him nearly as much as I did. Especially for the whole pressuring him to settle down thing. We should just all lay off because he is dealing with some serious evil here, and why he isn't in therapy, I don't know. He needs a therapist. There would be a serious decrease in police brutality if he had a healthier outlet.
So yes, the dark subject matter is already unleashed. It's already made me squirm. I had to take a break because I felt dirty just for being present in what his witness was confessing to. I won't dish out the spoilers, but I'm sure anyone who reads what I've got so far will believe that I'm the one who seriously needs some therapy. What kind of sick mind comes up with these things?!?!?
Once again, I hold no credit for inventing these things. They are being written about because they happen. My Detective wouldn't have a job if they didn't. Then again, he'd probably be less cranky. Maybe open up an ice cream shop, meet a nice girl, have a Golden Retriever. How I do bring out the worst in my characters...
Well, no one is dead yet. At least no one in the foreground. I'm sure someone died of old age somewhere in Hatfield's world, but I won't add that one into my tally.
Day 3 I should be heading underground for the first time! I'm excited to see what's going to be there.
Yes, I do have outlines and plans, but I've already swapped a couple of scenes around so I'm all ready for sudden moments of improv. I didn't expect to get Hatfield down so soon, but lingering on as my plan suggested was seriously going to get repetitive. A quick moment of reminiscence and those scenes were dealt with in the past tense! Worked out so much better, plus I got to spend more time with Fish. Fish is an interesting character. Originally a plot device with a name, but I learned some history on him today, so as much as I understand why Hatfield wants to beat him into a pulp at every waking moment, and trust me, as he was explaining his fetish, I wanted Hatfield to do worse to him, he's got some substance to him that I never noticed before. Doesn't excuse him from anything! But an interesting character, even if I now need to vomit and possibly wash this filth from my skin with steel wool. Yeah, like I said, someone is going to wonder if I need therapy.
I wonder how George R.R. Martin coped while writing Joffrey for the first time?
Day 2 was all about the competition. My partner-in-crime writes at twice to three times the speed I do. This has been proven as I lose every word war I've ever entered with her... and by a lot. "That was a good 350 words for me" "Good job! I managed 985!" "I hate you" * not a real conversation*
So when I woke up this morning, feeling super giddy about breaking 4000 words on day one, what do I see? 7436. Now, I know that NaNoWriMo isn't actually a competition with other members. But it's more fun when it is. And I know that I am also at the disadvantage of starting a novel war with a person who lives in the future. 7 hours head start makes quite a difference. Whatever I go to bed with tonight will be 2-3 thousand words different when I wake up. People in your own time zones don't usually do that. So I busted my writing butt - as if that was a thing in which your butt somehow helps you write - and pulled off a glorious 3,800 words of writing for day, leaving me at an amazing 7,786 for Day 2! BOOYAH! So even if I get left in the dust again by morning, I kicked some major butt today. Mostly, I kicked my own butt - I'm sensing a sudden theme emerging from this post.
This time last year I managed to pull off 4,000 words - total, not in one sitting. Actually, it mostly was in one sitting since I only got about 500 of those words written on Day 1. My word count building pretty much came to a halt by day 5 though, so as long as I keep writing beyond this week, I'm already more amazing this year than I was last year. Not that I wasn't doing some pretty amazing things last year; I was doing just about everything last year. I gave so much of myself to what was going on my my life that I didn't have much left over for myself to enjoy. Stress and Doubt, my sworn enemies who unfortunately know all of my weaknesses. But enough about that, I've already made one sappy post today, and I'm feeling invincible right now, so off with you Stress and Doubt! No one likes you, anyway!
That showed them!
So today was all about venturing into the notorious nightclub. I got past the Detective being an extreme cranky pants. Though, as I walked through the flashback scene, I don't blame him nearly as much as I did. Especially for the whole pressuring him to settle down thing. We should just all lay off because he is dealing with some serious evil here, and why he isn't in therapy, I don't know. He needs a therapist. There would be a serious decrease in police brutality if he had a healthier outlet.
So yes, the dark subject matter is already unleashed. It's already made me squirm. I had to take a break because I felt dirty just for being present in what his witness was confessing to. I won't dish out the spoilers, but I'm sure anyone who reads what I've got so far will believe that I'm the one who seriously needs some therapy. What kind of sick mind comes up with these things?!?!?
Once again, I hold no credit for inventing these things. They are being written about because they happen. My Detective wouldn't have a job if they didn't. Then again, he'd probably be less cranky. Maybe open up an ice cream shop, meet a nice girl, have a Golden Retriever. How I do bring out the worst in my characters...
Well, no one is dead yet. At least no one in the foreground. I'm sure someone died of old age somewhere in Hatfield's world, but I won't add that one into my tally.
Day 3 I should be heading underground for the first time! I'm excited to see what's going to be there.
Yes, I do have outlines and plans, but I've already swapped a couple of scenes around so I'm all ready for sudden moments of improv. I didn't expect to get Hatfield down so soon, but lingering on as my plan suggested was seriously going to get repetitive. A quick moment of reminiscence and those scenes were dealt with in the past tense! Worked out so much better, plus I got to spend more time with Fish. Fish is an interesting character. Originally a plot device with a name, but I learned some history on him today, so as much as I understand why Hatfield wants to beat him into a pulp at every waking moment, and trust me, as he was explaining his fetish, I wanted Hatfield to do worse to him, he's got some substance to him that I never noticed before. Doesn't excuse him from anything! But an interesting character, even if I now need to vomit and possibly wash this filth from my skin with steel wool. Yeah, like I said, someone is going to wonder if I need therapy.
I wonder how George R.R. Martin coped while writing Joffrey for the first time?
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