Posts Tagged ‘NaNoWriMo’

Back In The Saddle

Well, my vacation is over. It was longer than I expected, owing to some unexpected late night adventures with friends and some much needed time spent with my wife. Today, though, I finally got back to writing, and it felt good. It was comfortable, easy, and fun.

I think for now, what I’m most excited about is that the hard part is over. At least the initial hard part is over. I’ve spent the last three weeks focusing on that first goal: fifty thousand words. Once I reached it, there was definitely a time to celebrate, much like every NaNoWriMo winner does. The difference is, though, that I’m not really finished. I reached the first major milestone, but the next leg of the race is longer and harder.

Conservative estimates put the total length of my novel at about 125,000 words, or about 400 or so typed pages. We’ll see for sure when the story is finished, but if I keep on the current pace in the story, that estimate should turn out to be pretty accurate. At the moment, that means I have more in front of me than I do behind. That’s a short-term challenge, however, as I’m now less than 10k words from the halfway point, after my work today. I know that it will be difficult, but I plan to push through and hit 75k by the end of the month. That’s going to require more consistent dedication over the next few days than I’ve averaged to this point, but I feel like I’m ready for it. It’s less than two hours a day, at least, which is better than a part time job.

At any rate, I’m back to work. I’m putting my face back down, and this time, I’m not looking up until I get to ‘The End.’ Or at least until I get to ‘To Be Continued…’

Should be done with that before Christmas Day, and I’m really hoping for a huge celebration then, because I won’t have just written fifty thousand words. I’ll have finished my novel’s first draft.


Victory March

Yesterday, I was tired.  I posted a throw-away blog entry because I felt like garbage.  I barely scratched out my minimum word count and it took me four agonizing hours to do it.  I hated writing with every fiber of my being, and I wanted nothing more than to say, “I have twelve days, and only five thousand words.  I should just take it easy the rest of the month.”  I didn’t.  But, believe me, I wanted to.  Every torturous minute yesterday reminded me that writing takes discipline.  It takes the determination to push through when it’s hard, when it’s painful, when it isn’t fun.

Yesterday, writing was not fun.  I left the day at 46,700 words.  So close, and I was certain that the same thing was going to happen today.  I was sure in fact that my novel was going to be hideously unpleasant to write for the duration of its first draft, and then at the end I would discover I had only trash and hundreds of wasted hours of my time.  Yesterday, I wanted to quit.

But that was yesterday.

I did it.  For the first time in SIX years of attempting National Novel Writing Month, I did it.  At 11:00, Mountain Daylight Time, I crossed the fifty-thousand word barrier for the first time in my life.  Even as I drudged through a whole chapter today that I found incredibly boring to write, but necessary for character development, I kept thinking about how close I was.  I could taste the victory champagne (it’s Dr Pepper, really) at the end of that final lap.  And now that I’m here, the victory is as sweet as I ever imagined it could be.

Today, I’m done writing.  But my story is not finished, and my novel is not complete.  Some people will take their fifty-thousand words this month, put them away and think, “Ah, that was great,” and not think an iota of writing again until next November.  But, I’m not done yet.  I’m only about 40% of the way through, in fact, but it’s the hard 40%.  It’s that first 10 miles of a marathon.  Ten miles.  I haven’t run ten miles in more than half a decade.

Tomorrow, I go back to work.  Tomorrow, the words may come fast or they might come slow.  There will be moments of exciting outpourings of creative energy and there will be moments of drudgery and impatience and bitterness and depression.  But I can do this.  I can finish this.  I can’t stop now.

The Snowball Effect

I’ve been getting a lot of the same questions from people when I tell them I’m writing a novel. (I’ve stopped mentioning NaNoWriMo, but only because the sheer craziness of it confuses and confusticates most folks).  The most common now, I think, of those questions is: “What are your goals in writing this book?” which is usually followed up with, “I mean, are you trying to get it published?”  The answer to that question will be yes.  But it isn’t right now.  My goal right now has nothing to do with publishing or book tours or royalty checks.  My goal right now is getting the blasted thing written.  It’s a matter of getting the whole bloody story down on paper.

And now, a little more than a third of the way through, I can see light at the end of that particular tunnel.  I think I’ve mentioned to several people that my resolve when it comes to the novel-writing process has historically been relatively weak.  I’ve powered my way through 12-13,000 words and then I lose focus, energy, or just plain get distracted.  I always think I’ll come back to it someday, but as of yet, my four or five unfinished manuscripts are still sitting at 30 or so pages and 12,000 words.  I’ve written short stories that came out to 12,000 words.  This novel is four times that length and just barely getting started.

Today I wrote four thousand words.  That’s about twice what I usually write in a day, and I think there are a few reasons for my prolific output today.  One, I think I was subconsciously still trying to make up for Monday.  Obviously between today and yesterday, I more than did that.  Two, I can see that 50k ‘finish line’ on the horizon.  I contemplated going for another 2500 today, just to put some more words up, but out of respect for my own sanity and my desire to sleep tonight, I decided against it.  I don’t think I could sit at 47,500 and go to sleep.  It would bug me too much.  I would absolutely have to scrawl out another 2500, which could keep me up way past my bedtime.

But that right there is what lets me know I’m going to finish.  The more I put down on paper, the less it feels like I’m doing each day.  The first day I started, four thousand seemed like a mountain of pages and an impossible task for a single day.  Today, though, four thousand was nothing.  It was a walk in the park, and I didn’t feel myself struggling at all.  It snowballs for me.  Getting from 30,000 to 40,000 was way easier than getting from 20,000 to 30,000, and it seems like each 10k words that I get finished with is one more tick mark on the path to a complete work.

So I’m putting my nose to the grindstone, putting my head down and getting it done.  There are two weeks left in the month to win NaNoWriMo, but I’ll still be writing come December 1st.  I wonder how many others will be too.


New Directions

I’m not sure what I’m doing.  I’ll have to be honest about that.  I finished what I thought was chapter ten on Thursday.  On Friday, I sat down to start chapter eleven, which is a meeting between my protagonist and the primary supporting character for the entire novel and into the next two books after.  As I tried to think about how I wanted this to happen, I realized something pretty awful.  My second character was going to be more than a supporting role.  She was an outright second protagonist.

When you’re writing a novel, you should probably have your protagonists introduced before chapter eleven.  It doesn’t always have to work that way, but as a general rule, it’s probably a good idea.  Long story short (or rather short story longer), my main plot is on hold for the next several days as I write out seven chapters or so for my second protagonist.  I’m about done with the second chapter for her, and I realize that she is a much rounder character than I thought she would be.  I very much like her spunk and charm, and I’m looking forward to how she interacts with my first protagonist.

On top of all of this, I only wrote three hundred words yesterday.  Because I did not finish the minimum there was no blog post.  To make up for it, I’ve already cranked out 2700 today with probably 1500 more coming this evening.  I do not feel any guilt for taking most of yesterday off, though, for two reasons.  One, I did write for a solid twenty minutes.  That may not seem like much, but I feel better about that fact that I at least did something.  Second, I spent the whole evening with my wife, away from my computer.  And, since Ashley is the reason I’m willing to work so hard to finish this novel, I think she deserves to get her fair share of my time as well.  I wouldn’t be doing this without her support, after all, and I think she needs to know how much I appreciate that, from time to time.

I did also work a ten-hour shift and we spent some time with some of our best friends.  So, in all, even with the piddlingly low word count, I feel like Monday was a success.  Also, I pushed past the 40k mark this afternoon, which makes today a success too.  To be fair, I feel like every day this month has brought success with it, and I really like the feeling.

All right, back to work.  My characters, try as they might, will not save the world without my help.

Interrupting the Plot

Technical-ish post!

In case you haven’t read the ‘synopsis’ of my story, I am writing a sci-fi/fantasy/post-apocalyptic blend story.  I’m trying very hard as I write to follow a few of the traditional ‘quest’ archetypes while still maintaining believable characters and a unique setting.  I’ll admit that it’s harder than I thought it would be.

Now, I’ve read enough epic fantasy and science-fiction to know that there’s really only one good way to get from point A to point B in a quest novel (or series).  And that is to encounter as many interruptions, sidetracks, false trails and frustrating no-win scenarios as you possibly can before finally stumbling headfirst into the fiery lava chambers of Mount Doom.

My characters are not traipsing their way through Mordor quite yet, but I’ve discovered as I’m writing that I’m really a much meaner person than I’ve ever given myself credit for.  I mean, if I personally ran into the types of plot-problems and dead ends and such that I put my characters through, I would be lying on the fetal position whispering strange chants for hours on end by the end of chapter three.

But, I’m also finding that by throwing these characters into the types of challenges that I have been, two very important things start to happen. One, I have an actual story developing, which is pretty outstanding, and two, I’m learning more about my characters than I ever could have imagined.  Their reactions, their dialogue, everything is coming alive for me.  I feel like, by interrupting all of my characters’ plans, I’m finding out who they really are, which is going to be oh-so-helpful when it comes to rewrite time, because I will know exactly how they will react.   I will know what they will say and do in almost every situation.  They will become believable and I will be given all the credit.

Being a writer is awesome.

At Least It’s Something

Well, folks, some days you just have to mail it in.  My best efforts today were thwarted, and I’ve just now squeaked past my daily 1,667 to wrap up the night.  I was worried for a little while that I was going to end up with more calories burned at the gym tonight (1,244) than words put down in my novel.  Fortunately, a few late night bursts pushed me over the edge.

I don’t know how to feel about today’s writing, but I will say that I’m glad I didn’t just sit back tonight and think ‘What the heck?  I’m ahead.  I’ll just take the night off.  I don’t want to sound like a workaholic, but like I keep telling Ashley, I don’t want to lose the momentum I’ve gained over the last eleven days.  Even if it is ‘the bare minimum,’ I’m proud to say that today, when it was hard, I still produced something. I didn’t give my muse a rest, and I didn’t pack it in when the going got tough.

Not much else to say about it, I guess, but I’ll be back in the saddle tomorrow, and 30k will be mine by 6 am.  Take it to the bank.

Running and running and… running.

I imagine that the feelings I have toward my novel right now are very similar to those of a runner who has just completed mile number five… of a marathon.  It’s a good feeling to have reached that marker.  You run over to the side and grab a cup of water, throw it down your throat and press on to the cheering cries of the crowd, who are all waving their hands and secretly – or not secretly – jealous that they are not also running a marathon.

There is still, though, in the back of your mind, this tugging, nagging feeling that says: I have how many miles left?  At just shy of 30,000 words, I have that same nagging voice in the back of my head.  This afternoon, I politely told that voice where he could shove it, and proceeded to write 2,500 words, bringing my total to 27,606.  See, I’ve decided that my focus while I write this novel (or any project from now on, for that matter) is going to be on what I’ve finished and where I am.  Worrying about what I’ve got left to do seems like it only leads to further stress and panic.

I ‘finished’ early today, which means I got my quota in before 9:00, which is a good day for me.  I’m torn now between writing more later today and trying to push past the thirty thousand mark and taking the rest of the night off to relax and saving that 30k line for tomorrow.  For now, I’m going to bask in the wonder that has been ten straight days of literary abandon.  Ah, feel that cool crisp breeze flowing over my face.  No wait… who opened the window?! It’s freezing in here!

See you tomorrow for more writing updates and anecdotes and witty one-liners, and also, tonight or tomorrow 30,000 words completed!