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NaNo - Day Nine
Nov. 9th, 2007 05:39 pmDammit, I'm going to post this, even though I'm dizzy and vague. I've obviously reached the word total required for reality to flip around, so that my novel-world seems like the real world, and the real world seems imaginary. That could be the cold medications, though.
I'm muddling around in chapter four at the moment, with a weird floating bit of text that I really like, but hasn't fitted anywhere yet. I'm pleased that so far I seem to be fitting my story into a three act structure - Act One closed off with a crisis, according to the masterplan. This is weirdly accidental, and I only realised when I was reading back and summarising for my plot-table. I do have a plan, but it's hard to see that when I'm actually doing the writing. It's standing on a life-sized map, and wondering why I can't see things like the pattern of the coastline or the mountain range. The pacing of story telling on this scale is still hard to grasp, I feel like events are scooting past faster than I want them too, then I realise that I really need to go back a few paragraphs and embellish like crazy.
It's weird how I've developed a rhythm for writing, and how much better I'm getting at translating my jumbled plans into something coherent. I'm really glad that![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lilacsigil and I are doing NaNo, though I'm astounded at how hard it is to actually make the daily word count, and how tough people who write for a living must be. Most amazing is the way I've settled in to writing about 2,000 on a work night, as well as getting up early to squeeze a few more words out before work. I'm amazed, and at the same time a bit embarrassed at what a precious little sooky I was before I had this enormous deadline, huffing and puffing and hair tossing for days or even weeks to get a 1000+ challenge fic done. Never again! (This may, in fact, be a lie.)
OMG, Zokutou has colours and stuff! And it generates the code for you, so you don't have to fiddle with the HTML.
Also, this year, I may choke a tourist. I don't understand the mentality that tells what I presume is a perfectly normal person at home that they can turn into a rude and stupid arsehole when they're on holiday. Geez.
I'm muddling around in chapter four at the moment, with a weird floating bit of text that I really like, but hasn't fitted anywhere yet. I'm pleased that so far I seem to be fitting my story into a three act structure - Act One closed off with a crisis, according to the masterplan. This is weirdly accidental, and I only realised when I was reading back and summarising for my plot-table. I do have a plan, but it's hard to see that when I'm actually doing the writing. It's standing on a life-sized map, and wondering why I can't see things like the pattern of the coastline or the mountain range. The pacing of story telling on this scale is still hard to grasp, I feel like events are scooting past faster than I want them too, then I realise that I really need to go back a few paragraphs and embellish like crazy.
It's weird how I've developed a rhythm for writing, and how much better I'm getting at translating my jumbled plans into something coherent. I'm really glad that
lilacsigil and I are doing NaNo, though I'm astounded at how hard it is to actually make the daily word count, and how tough people who write for a living must be. Most amazing is the way I've settled in to writing about 2,000 on a work night, as well as getting up early to squeeze a few more words out before work. I'm amazed, and at the same time a bit embarrassed at what a precious little sooky I was before I had this enormous deadline, huffing and puffing and hair tossing for days or even weeks to get a 1000+ challenge fic done. Never again! (This may, in fact, be a lie.) OMG, Zokutou has colours and stuff! And it generates the code for you, so you don't have to fiddle with the HTML.
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19,491 / 50,000 (39.0%) |
Also, this year, I may choke a tourist. I don't understand the mentality that tells what I presume is a perfectly normal person at home that they can turn into a rude and stupid arsehole when they're on holiday. Geez.