A [NaNoWriMo] Novelist...

"In skating over thin ice, our safety is our speed."

Saturday, November 15, 2008

14th November

Blergh. I'm ill, I'm allowed to slack off.

585 words written, in the last twenty minutes. It's all I've done today. Pity me.

And Alex is at like... 76k.
Bitch.
XD

I won't catch up now, what with school, but that's okay. I said she could win this year, anyway. Or, actually, I didn't 'say she could win' as such. She told me she was going to win, going to beat me, and then took it as the law. I won't tell her otherwise, because then we might get sneaky to beat each other, and I don't see the fucking point in that. Even now her word updates are few and far between so I don't know where I stand. I can't be arsed to keep track, though, and chase her words, because I think I'd rather focus in the finishing of the novel, rather than the overall word count.

I've had some ideas, though, for tying the novel up earlier than planned. I've been thinking that I'd rather finish it earlier than later, so that I CAN finish it this month, and then I could spend the rest of my month maybe working on something else, maybe even editing this novel or something. I was thinking, rather than having many more random scenes in the middle I might actually start the wind-down now. I only just got into the action with AC and the gang, and for Rouge, Olive and Blue things have really not even started. I'm thinking... for Rouge, I'll have five more attempted death scenes (each where they fail and they move onto somebody else with hopes of better luck), and then the final showdown for her, and then for AC I'll have a couple more mini scenes, the arrival at Mimi McNeil's house, an important revelation, and then I can have my characters meeting or something. That'll be fun. I also need to go back through and make the original 'blogging' elements stronger, because so far I have two blogs. Mhmm. Yes, I got distracted. XD They'd be better done when the whole novel is finished though, so I'll add those later.

Anyway. No excerpt tonight.

Words written today: 585 words.
Wordcount: 63,760.

posted by Kitty Taylor at 12:55 am

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"Come on babe

Why don't we paint the town?

And all that Jazz

I'm gonna rouge my knees

And roll my stockings down

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Start the car

I know a whoopee spot

Where the gin is cold

But the piano's hot

It's just a noisy hall

Where there's a nightly brawl

And all

That

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Skit two!

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Hotshot!

Whoopee!

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Slick your hair

And wear your buckle shoes

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I hear that Father Dip

Is gonna blow the blues

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We're gonna bunny hop

I bought some aspirin

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In case you shake apart

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To do that-

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Right up here

Is where I store the juice

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Come on, babe

We're gonna brush the sky

I bet you lucky Lindy

Never flew so high

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And all that jazz

Oh, she's gonna shimmy 'till her garters break

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Show her where to park her girdle

Oh, her mother's blood'd curdle

And If she hears her baby squeal

It's For all that jazz

And all that jazz

And all that jazz

Come on babe

Why don't we paint

The town?

And all that jazz

I'm gonna

Rouge my knees

And roll my

Stockings down

And all that jazz

Start the car

I know a whoopee spot

Where the gin is cold

But the piano's hot

It's just a noisy hall

Where there's a nightly brawl

And all that-

Jazz

No, I'm no one's wife

But, oh, I love my life

And all that Jazz!

That Jazz!"


Kitty's blog is entirely fictional, and not based on anything real or otherwise. Oh hell. Who am I kidding? it's hard cheese facts of life. This is a NaNoWriMo (and other various writing-related) journal, to see more about this visit www.nanowrimo.org