NaNoWriMo 2015 Day 19: Boost!

Word count: 1,873

Holy marathon, Batman, I finished the most annoying scene ever.  It sucks like a giant Dyson from space, but that’s okay.  I just repeat my mantra for pushing through a first draft:  I can fix it later.

Possibly influenced by Scarlett O'Hara.

Possibly influenced by Scarlett O’Hara.

Plus, I broke the 90,000-word mark.  Yay me!  \0/

This book will need to go through several rewrites and about a zillion edits before I’m anywhere close to ready for any beta readers.  In fact, I think I’ll probably have to start on the Rose’s Hostage sequel next, or that poor thing will never get done.

Our bizarre 1960s video for tonight–a cinema snack bar advertisement.  Anyone besides me think that peanut at the beginning looks a little…..protruding?

NaNoWriMo Day 17: Building

Word count: 1,831.

Much better, yes?  As tired as I am today (I have no idea why, but I’m going to bed soon, I promise), I found it easier to write this evening.  That feeling has been rather AWOL of late.  Along with it comes relief.  During those dry spells and blockages, you sometimes think it’s not going to come back.

In tonight’s video, we learn what happens to you when you don’t sleep.  Good night, everybody.

NaNoWriMo 2015 Day 16: Slow Burn

Word count: 797

This is going much more slowly than I thought.  I’m not in a race to finish by the end of the month anymore.  It’s too much pressure.  If I do, then great; if not, I’ll keep going until the book is done.  I think that NaNoWriMo has done that much for me this time around, and that’s good enough.

Writing is like this sometimes.  Some books don’t come as easily as others.  Some characters kick and scream and clutch at the door as you try to draw them into the light.  Rose’s Hostage practically fell out of the keyboard.  Tunerville went faster the more I wrote.  Perhaps this book will too.

Speaking of easy, let this wonderful song by the uber-talented Ed Sheeran insert itself into your ears.  Just try not to tap your feet.  I dare you.

NaNoWriMo Day 15: Post of few words

Word count: 889

Cleaned house; watched Once Upon a Time (hush; I know it’s sort of dumb, but I like it), and managed to get a scene percolating from one of the illustrative passages I mentioned before.  Now it’s late and I am very tired and I have to work tomorrow.

I forgot to update my counter on here last night, so now it will reflect the word count from both today and yesterday.  My NaNoWriMo count stands at 7,540 so far.

In tonight’s video, we see some adorable penguins who managed to break out of their enclosure at a zoo in Denmark but were soon busted.  Helpful hint, guys–you might dry your feet before you try that again!

NaNoWriMo 2015 Day 14: Rounding up the strays

Word count: 1,442

I’m not feeling well tonight, so I decided to comb through my notes for scenes I haven’t written yet.  I found these strays floating through them, where I made notes and then wrote small passages to illustrate them.  They’ll all go in the book.

I also found the name of the road in London that I appropriated for Protagonist 2’s locale.  It’s a pretty road with a lot of Victorian row houses on it.  I stumbled onto it when knocking around Hampstead one day last autumn.  There’s a house listing on this road, and it’s only £4,500,000.  Sure, I’ll make an offer.  IN MY DREAMS.

Image from Google Street View, Heath Hurst Road, Hampstead London  

Image from Google Street View, Heath Hurst Road, Hampstead London

Protagonists 1 and 2 are young adults in the 1960s; here is a hilarious look at their social scene in London at the time.  The narration is super snarky, but it’s a good representation of the kooky fashions of the time.

NaNoWriMo Day 12: Drifting

Word count: 79

Still reading and working with Protag 1’s dossier.  I added a little bit to something I finished, too.  Also, my word count spreadsheet says I only have 84,956 words, so I have updated my counter to reflect that.  Not sure where I went wrong; I probably entered a number incorrectly.

There’s a scene I want to write, but I’ve been avoiding it until I can get a few more words under my belt.  Or perhaps I should just do it.

The most difficult part of a book to write is the middle.  It tends to sag sometimes.  Whether you start at the beginning or skip around like I do, the middle bit is like that stretch of dull, endless highway between your home and your destination.  You’ve gone too far to turn back, but you’re not sure you have enough energy to go on.

And on, and on, and on….

Image:  Wikimedia Commons

You get sleepy and you try to focus on your craft, but you’re anxious to get to the end, and so it suffers.  You drift.  Sometimes you get so far out of your lane that when you go back and reread what you wrote, the incongruity of it is like the blare of a trucker’s horn snapping you out of your doze.  You veer back into your lane and vow to pay attention.  You’re dedicated.

If you want to see an example of dedication, watch this video about a man in India who has cared for his feathered friends for over ten years.  And did you know there are wild parakeets in southeast England?  Yes, it’s true.  I’ve seen them.


Day 8 and 9 NaNoWriMo 2015: Back in the Saddle!

Word count Day 8:  0.

Word count Day 9: 1682.

All right, it’s not Canada Day and I’m not in Canada, but I liked those, okay?

I hope everyone survived the weekend and you’ve recovered from Monday.  The Back of Doom is better– I managed to do a set of stair climbs today (just one, but that’s progress) at work.  And I finished another lingering scene.  Yay!

I was not hung over from Saturday’s experiment, I promise.  I drank a huge glass of water before bed and managed to sleep long enough to awaken with nothing more than a very slight headache.  But an entire week of working while in major pain really took the starch out of me.  I was tired on Saturday, and Sunday I just could. not. even.  I didn’t even get dressed.

You need that every once in a while.  

You need that every once in a while.

Image:  tiverylucky /

So we’re back in the saddle again, and I’m starting to get more into Protagonist 1’s head.  That person’s scenes have been woefully neglected while I carry on my rekindled love affair with England.

Time to go to sleep for tonight.  My office is closed on Wednesday (Veteran’s Day in the US, Remembrance Day in the UK), so hopefully I have some catch-up time.  See you then, Wrimos.

NaNoWriMo Day 6: STUCK!

Word count as of 8:51 pm CST:  144



I’d have a drink to loosen things up a bit (hey,maybe all those alcoholic writer tropes are there for a reason!), but I have to skate in the morning.  So I’ll sit here and babble in Word for a bit and hope I can pull something useful out of it.

My sister texted me and we started texting emojis back and forth and I found a hamster one and it reminded me of this.

Oh dear God

Oh dear God.

Help me.  :)

NaNoWriMo Day 5: Easing Back In

Word count: 431

I’m slowly recovering from the infamous Back of Doom, and I managed to have a few moments of zen tonight, enough to crank out a small blog post worth of words.  Yay!

My main focus has been on finishing scenes I left undone.  In some cases, I quit working on them because I lacked information on the subject matter (particularly the film industry stuff), but that means nothing.  You don’t have to know everything to write a draft, and this is a trap I should warn you about.  Don’t get sucked down the research rabbit hole, Alice!

I seem to have been falling for hours; pity I didn’t bring my laptop.

I seem to have been falling for hours; pity I didn’t bring my laptop.

Image:  David Hall /

For your viewing pleasure this evening, I present this smoking hot male model showing off 100 years of manly beauty in just a minute and a half.  Which decade do you like best?  Sound off in the comments!

NaNoWriMo Day 3: A Scene Completed

Word count:  971

And I’ve finished a scene that I left hanging when I stopped writing before.

Three cheers and a tiger for me; I've won!

Three cheers and a tiger for me; I’ve won!


It has a plant in it for a future event.  I’m thinking I may not have been as subtle as I liked, but given this character’s anxiety, perhaps a bit of foreshadowing will work here.  Why should he be the only one who worries?

It’s getting late; I had to work through lunch and didn’t get to sneak a few words in today, so I shall sign off with this video of elephants at the Oregon Zoo playing with their food.   Enjoy!