Monthly Archives: November 2012

50K: I did it!

I did it!

I did it and on day 28 no less! Story isn’t done and there is so much editing to do even to get to a decent draft, but I have 50k words in the can! I really didn’t think I could do it.

I’m buying a hat!

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Simpsons on Writing a Book

I enjoy the Simpsons but haven’t watched them in a while. Came across this episode. I thought it was appropriate for NaNo month.

Simpsons

 

 

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Day 25.2

10:50 am and I hit 40K words. God my butt hurts.

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Day 25.1

Well it’s 8:30 or so and I am back at Starbucks. The staff is starting to recognize me.  I only got about 4 or 5 hours of sleep, not good–I’m the kind of guy that really needs his 8 or 10, but I got up about 7 and really felt the need to get out and write.

I don’t know why I can’t write at home. It would sure as hell be cheaper. I am trying to ignore the mounting cost of venti white chocolate mochas.

And why I am trying to wake up and clear the cobwebs and rambling in a stream of unconscious… What the hell is up with the attitude some people give you about trying to write a book?

I admit that the defensiveness may be my issue or that I seem to be associating with people who can barely read let alone write. But when I share I am trying to do this thing where you try to write 50K words on a first draft of a novel in 30 days they ask why. And it is not the “Why, that sounds interesting how did you come to do that?” It’s more like “Why that is stupid.”

People never ask why you are going home to play video games, watch TV, clean your guns or beat your wife (I do live in the south) do they?

Why am I trying to write a novel?

Because I want to.

Well that was an interesting rant. I wonder how that will read when I am functioning again. I really need a hat.  Aha, anyway, I only have like 12K words left to hit the finish line. Damn the aquatic launched projectiles I will do this by tomorrow.

Okay, time to spell check this sucker and get writing. I have all of these dead bodies and I have no idea who is shooting them. Maybe the cops do, I don’t know. And my MC is cracking up. I am bringing in a shrink. And a second rung character is in the hospital and he needs to get better so he can go to that concert where he nearly gets date raped. And then Molly still has to have her baby. We need to find out why Danny is upset and becoming a drunk. And why is Dillon going out-of-town every time he has a few days off. And people think small towns are nice and quite. Oh and will Aidan stop being a dick to JJ? I hope so, it is annoying me.

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Day 25

Well it is 2:09 am. I’ve gotten in 1,751 words since midnight and I am beat.

I hit 38,598 words. I just might be able to do this. I really only have two more days to write because next week will be busy. Can I do 12K in two days?

Of course that will just be hitting the NaNo goal. Still a lot to go on the novel. It is coming in nicely but I think the draft will be around 80-100K when done. Then the editing begins! What fun.

Okay fans, good night.

 

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Thanksgiving

What a noble bird. Wild Turkeys are very cool.

Trying to get a few hours of writing in before the family time. But I felt the need to post this. It was originally posted on my personal Facebook page.

 

Okay, I have a lot to do this morning before heading out to the folks house, but I need to pause for a moment of Thanksgiving.

Thanks for the person who found my laptop’s power cord at Starbucks and turned it in and thanks for the kind staff that hunted around their little office to find it.

Thanks for my housemate Walt for giving me a cheep place to live.

Thanks for my part-time job from hell to a somewhat steady inflow of cash.

Thanks for my family.

Thanks to social media and email that lets me stay in touch with the people that made me who I am, cause you are all over the whole damn planet now!

And this year especially thanks to my friend Cindy, who after 34 years finally convinced me that not only can I write but that I should. All I needed was perseverance and a supportive editor!

I hope you all had/have a good Thanksgiving day.

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Day 21.1

31,370!

Well I broke 30K. 🙂

My MC just realized that he is a common element that all three shooting victims have and of course he was shot himself, previously  So the boyfriend who is also a County Deputy is coming over to get him and his nephew is waiting for him at the cafe on the pier, so I think it is a good point to leave it for the night.

Thanksgiving tomorrow. Will not get much done. Why do they do this in November?

Night, Night everyone.

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Day 21

Well I am holding at 29,151 words at the moment.

I got a lot of outlining, or re-outlining, done yesterday and still have more to do but really felt the call to get writing today. I really want to get this story out. I think it is going to be longer than the 50K goal, at least in first draft form.

Working on a lot of emotional scenes today. It is embarrassing.  I am such a big softy. I am just sitting in Starbucks with tears running down my face as it type.  Fortunately no one pays much attention to the old fat guy in the corner. The advantages of being un-remarkable. 🙂

Thank god the WiFi was finally fixed at the Starbucks I haunt. It did cut down on my distractions but I don’t like not being able to sync my flies to the ‘net and updating my word count. I love to see that little bar move on the NaNo site.

Okay, back to the book.

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Day 20

Digital and analog writing tools.

Needed to take the day to re-organize. I kind of like to write out of sequence as the scenes come to mind. The problem is this story is getting a bit complex and I am losing track of the various plot lines. So the hell with word count, today is all about post-its and index cards.

Overall I think the story is coming together if you are into the whole Southern family small town drama thing.

Thanks for stopping by.

BTW: A very nice young lady from South Africa has been following my blog. I can now boast an international readership! 🙂  (Well out of a total of like three people that isn’t bad.)

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Late night muse attack

Well I got up in the middle of the night to pee and this hit me. I thought I should write it down. I don’t know if it will go anywhere. The annoying thing is I can’t use it for NaNo. 😦

 

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We were in the Student Union finishing up breakfast when Allen handed me the school paper. “Hey isn’t Professor Walsh your adviser?”

I swallowed my bit of muffin and took the paper. “Yes he is. Why?”

Allen pointed to a photo of a very attractive middle aged woman. “He got some of that. Can you believe it? That old prig.”

I was confused. “What?”

He gave me that look again. The look that said, “How can someone that is literally a rocket scientists be so stupid?”

He pointed at the paper again. “The article about Cindy Stalls and her time on campus when she was a grad-student.”

“Who?”

Allen put his hand on his forehead and feigned a faint. He did this a lot. Allen was dramatic. I always attributed this to him being a graduate assistant in the Drama department. Some of my colleges in the Engineering Department sad he was very gay or too gay. I knew Allen had sex with men. Actually he seemed to have a lot of sex with a lot of men but I didn’t see how that related to the dramatic attributes of his personality. I had met some of his gay friends and they didn’t seem any more dramatic than normal. I liked Allen. He introduced me to a lot of woman. Which I thought was very nice of him. I liked women but didn’t quite understand them.

Allen recovered from his faint. I had finished my muffin. “The writer,” he said, “Cindy Stall. Probably the most famous person to attend this podunk university.”

I shook my head. There was that look again.

“God, if you were gay I’d spank you.”

He said things like that a lot. I got the oblique reference to the folk saying of wanting to knock some sense into me, but I didn’t understand the reference to my sexual orientation.

“Her last book was turned into the movie we saw last Saturday. You know the one with all the sex in it. The one where you had to go take that long shower after we got back to the dorm. Remember that?”

I felt my face burn. I knew masturbation was a natural and healthy outlet for men, but I always felt embarrassed about the casual way Allen talked about it. And I found it highly disconcerting that he always seemed to know and remember when I did it.

“Yes I remember that movie.”

He sighed. A sigh like a man in the desert getting a glass of water. Drama. “Finally! Well she wrote it. She did her MFA here. And she fucked Walsh.” He pointed at a paragraph on the newspaper page.

…Yes, it is true Rodney [Walsh] and I had a moment. We shared study rooms in the library and we’d chat every now and then. We really didn’t have much in common. He was in the Engineering Department or was it Physics, I don’t know something science and math related. Anyway it was the holidays and I had just broken up with Jarrod and I didn’t have anyone to take to the department holiday party. I was pretty devastated by it at the time, although it seems pretty silly now. But I was sitting there in the study room crying my eyes out when Rodney comes in. Well he is quite the gentleman you know, he is the inspiration for Roddrick in the film. Well let’s just say we went to the party together and I woke up in his dorm room the next morning. That was the end of term. We were reassigned study rooms the next term and we really didn’t see much of each other after that. You know…different circles. I don’t think it really meant that much to him. It was rather embarrassing, but when I saw him at the President’s reception last night I don’t even think he remembered who I was…

I looked up from the paper.

Allen leaned in. “I mean look at her. Can you believe it?”

I looked at the photo again. “No.”

I didn’t believe it. No man could have sex with a woman like that and not remember it. That was when I knew my suspicions that Dr. Rodney Walsh was an alien were true.

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