funny about yesterday's mention of missing sleep, last night was one of the weirdest attempts at trying to sleep ever. I didn't exercise yet today, so I have to go do that now, otherwise I would tell my story of sleepless woe.
22,957 but that includes things like lines that go..maybe she will do such and such after such and such in the future or maybe she...(only of course the words written are filled in, not such and such). Which means I have questions, and different things I am considering adding but undecided on in it. Yep I have that stuff, typed in there right on the page, alongside the story, and I count it toward my word count.
Friday, November 13, 2009
Thursday, November 12, 2009
21,000 much harder working with hubby around, and running erands, and troubles with son's school work. Didn't get to write yesterday, but tried to do that writing the day before, because I hoped to go to the local writer's meeting at Borders. I made it. And I am really glad that I went. But I am tired, missing out on sleep, and yesterday's workout never happened.
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
19,262 is word count on laptop, but some of it is more notes than writing, details listed, not truly changed and worked in. I'm not sure if I will have time to write tomorrow so I tried to do some of that today. But it didn't flow well. I needed to do some research and was having trouble finding it, and then the boy and the man that I live with kept interupting me to share really important stuff like, "hey did you know those snow blowers that I like cost $400 something." me "yeah, that's great, super." Why was he telling me that? I guess because he wants one but can't see parting with the money. But why yell it to me from in the next room when he knows I'm trying to write. And my complaining about it, didn't deter him from other loud comments about TV, or just general observations about...nothing. And I do mean loud, as I had my ipod on to try and drown out any distracting sounds. And when he finally relocated out of ear shot, the boy arrived. So I did get some words in, and ones that do matter, but I wasn't able to feel into the story and really write. I'm finding that researching while writing does help fill in details, but it definitely effects flow, and emotional energy.
Monday, November 9, 2009
16,785 for NaNo. Husband has off this week. And that is definitely making it harder to get my words down.
Saturday, November 7, 2009
12,276.
My 13 year old son helped me work on my html on the right, so I could bring my NaNo project Fountain of Swans up to the top and record my progress. He laughed at me when I complained about my inability to make breaks between lines. I said, "I keep hiting return and making spaces, but nothing changes!" He quickly typed in the correct code, with a sideways shake of his head. I swear I could read his mind, "Ugh, parents, they are so stupid, couldn't survive without me. What can you do." Whatever, I'll take the condescension as long as he fixes my blog.
13,205
done for the night, actually I thought I was done before, and am surprised I kept going. It feels odd to stop now, as I am in a place that makes me sad ( if I keep going will I write myself past/out of this emotion, or merely be walking deeper into it?). I was not expecting this, some background character has stepped forward and made me care about him, by making the main character care about him, which I don't think will change what happens in the story, but does effect how I feel about it. It is getting late though, and perhaps it is best to let things set with me over night, and come back to them tomorrow. Actually I wish I could set this feeling down until tomorrow, rather then keep it with me.
My 13 year old son helped me work on my html on the right, so I could bring my NaNo project Fountain of Swans up to the top and record my progress. He laughed at me when I complained about my inability to make breaks between lines. I said, "I keep hiting return and making spaces, but nothing changes!" He quickly typed in the correct code, with a sideways shake of his head. I swear I could read his mind, "Ugh, parents, they are so stupid, couldn't survive without me. What can you do." Whatever, I'll take the condescension as long as he fixes my blog.
13,205
done for the night, actually I thought I was done before, and am surprised I kept going. It feels odd to stop now, as I am in a place that makes me sad ( if I keep going will I write myself past/out of this emotion, or merely be walking deeper into it?). I was not expecting this, some background character has stepped forward and made me care about him, by making the main character care about him, which I don't think will change what happens in the story, but does effect how I feel about it. It is getting late though, and perhaps it is best to let things set with me over night, and come back to them tomorrow. Actually I wish I could set this feeling down until tomorrow, rather then keep it with me.
Friday, November 6, 2009
10,204
not sure about the scenes I'm writing, I write whatever dialogue appears no matter how bad, and I am as always unsure about how to handle the passage of time, and there are gaps, and no discriptive details for setting(s). But, still, I am pleased that I keep going. Going where, with what, I don't know, but hey I am doing, I am going, so there, there is that. I have that, whatever that is. And I am happy about it.
not sure about the scenes I'm writing, I write whatever dialogue appears no matter how bad, and I am as always unsure about how to handle the passage of time, and there are gaps, and no discriptive details for setting(s). But, still, I am pleased that I keep going. Going where, with what, I don't know, but hey I am doing, I am going, so there, there is that. I have that, whatever that is. And I am happy about it.
Thursday, November 5, 2009
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