3rd November
NaNoWriMo has begun! And while I'm not off to the 'flying' start of some previous years, I'm still doing very well for myself, I think. On the first day I wrote a total of about 6k (before and after sleeping) and yesterday I made it to almost 4k and had an early night (lol that 2am is early this week...)
So, my total as of last night is 10k. I think that's a pretty respectable start. I'm being thrashed by some of the Notts NaNoers (*cough*eventheoneinNewZealand*cough*) but that's okay because, uh, DISSERTATION. Yeah, that pesky thing. :P My novel is going pretty smoothly, with only a tiny bit of filler, and now my MC is trapped in the mansion due to ridiculous snow, I'm kind of excited to see what might happen next. It could be annyyyytthiiiiiinngggggg. Also, I might have killed somebody off screen. Oops.
On the academic side, I completed the presentation for my class, and the reading, so now my main concerns are the dissertation and the essay I have due Thursday. This weekend is essay planning, and Monday/Tuesday are essay writing. Since it's only 1,000 words, I think that should be sufficient time allowed. Meanwhile I will be adding a minimum (&indeed probably maximum) of 3k words a day to my NaNo. After that, I can STOOOOOORM. :)
Anyway, here's a little excerpt from the last couple of days:
“The brothers fought a long and bloody war,” Arthur continued, wearily, refusing to meet our eyes. He pinched the bridge of his nose and then sank into the armchair closest to the fire. He looked tired, as though the telling of this fable had drained him of his purpose. “And, because they were of the same blood they could not end this war through murder. Brothers, they knew, did not kill brothers. And so they sent army after army, attacking towns and villages and laying waste to the world that their parents had held so dear.
“Until one day, the elder brother, having grown wise in his old age and having grown fond of his own children, decided to stop. He held up his hands to the sky - a sky soaked in the blood of thousands of innocent men - and declared that from that moment, the night and the day would never be one again. He allowed that his son would take his place, but that they would never fight against his brother again because he was tired of the loss and devastation.
“And when he died, he left a family in exile. A family who understood all too well the risk of vanity and pride.” Arthur climbed to his feet and poured himself a glass of whisky from a tumbler. “He left behind children who admired him, and who hated their uncle for the unrelenting agon that he had caused with his vanity.”
Words written today: None yet. :D
Total word count: 10,034
So, my total as of last night is 10k. I think that's a pretty respectable start. I'm being thrashed by some of the Notts NaNoers (*cough*eventheoneinNewZealand*cough*) but that's okay because, uh, DISSERTATION. Yeah, that pesky thing. :P My novel is going pretty smoothly, with only a tiny bit of filler, and now my MC is trapped in the mansion due to ridiculous snow, I'm kind of excited to see what might happen next. It could be annyyyytthiiiiiinngggggg. Also, I might have killed somebody off screen. Oops.
On the academic side, I completed the presentation for my class, and the reading, so now my main concerns are the dissertation and the essay I have due Thursday. This weekend is essay planning, and Monday/Tuesday are essay writing. Since it's only 1,000 words, I think that should be sufficient time allowed. Meanwhile I will be adding a minimum (&indeed probably maximum) of 3k words a day to my NaNo. After that, I can STOOOOOORM. :)
Anyway, here's a little excerpt from the last couple of days:
“The brothers fought a long and bloody war,” Arthur continued, wearily, refusing to meet our eyes. He pinched the bridge of his nose and then sank into the armchair closest to the fire. He looked tired, as though the telling of this fable had drained him of his purpose. “And, because they were of the same blood they could not end this war through murder. Brothers, they knew, did not kill brothers. And so they sent army after army, attacking towns and villages and laying waste to the world that their parents had held so dear.
“Until one day, the elder brother, having grown wise in his old age and having grown fond of his own children, decided to stop. He held up his hands to the sky - a sky soaked in the blood of thousands of innocent men - and declared that from that moment, the night and the day would never be one again. He allowed that his son would take his place, but that they would never fight against his brother again because he was tired of the loss and devastation.
“And when he died, he left a family in exile. A family who understood all too well the risk of vanity and pride.” Arthur climbed to his feet and poured himself a glass of whisky from a tumbler. “He left behind children who admired him, and who hated their uncle for the unrelenting agon that he had caused with his vanity.”
Words written today: None yet. :D
Total word count: 10,034
posted by Kitty Taylor at 11:19 am
1 Comments:
Great stuff! I hope that your word count has continued to grow.
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