LOOKY LOOKY LOOKY AT MY REVISED DAILY TARGET It’s dropped to less than a thousand words!
Today, Atomic Scribbler’s word counter says my total is 4,191. I pulled some of that from a document called Bits, which contained snippets of scenes I wrote but wasn’t ready to use yet. I also did a little tweaking.
If you’re having trouble getting started, spend your first few minutes reading over what you wrote last time. A little editing is okay, but resist the urge to rework the scene in depth.
It’s 10:30 and I’m starving; worked through dinner again. I really need to get up earlier and hit the laptop after breakfast instead of waiting until the end of the damn day.
In honor of the late, great Stan Lee, I’ll leave you with my all-time favorite of his MCU cameos, from Captain America: Civil War.
My internet bill had a huge overage, and so I called my ISP. The billing person put me on another tier because we could not figure out how I used 80 GB in one day (I DID NOT), and she sent me to tech support.
Where they asked for VERY personal information they had never requested before and wouldn’t connect me to a supervisor.
So, by the time someone from Customer Care called me back, it was already well into my writing time. He suggested I change the info on my router (a wise precaution, in case someone had hacked into my wireless because I DID NOT USE 80 GB OF DATA IN ONE DAY). Now I can’t get back on the router settings website, so I’m hardwired into my modem.
You might think that’s no big deal — “Hey, you’re online, right?” Well yeah, Gilligan, but I can’t use wireless on any of my other devices because there isn’t any.
I’ll try again tomorrow after my dharma group meditation. The cable company is sending me a modem with router built in, so if I can’t get it to work, then I’ll just use theirs. Or maybe I’ll just use theirs and save this one for (when) I move far, far away from here.
More writing tomorrow. I might even share something. Don’t want to spoil, though. Something might actually go right and you might get to read Book 1.
This Atomic Scribbler word counter is annoying the shit out of me. It says today’s total was only 3,656, but I copied and pasted the new document page into Word and its word counter says 4,213. The page word counter says 4,214.
NaNoWriMo’s average daily word count to hit 50K is 1,700 words a day, starting from 0. That sounds like a lot, which can be intimidating for some folks.
I started with 15K, so my daily target was lower. You’ll notice in the graphics that when I write more, it goes down, and when I write less, it goes up.
Either way, I’m well over halfway to the November goal, though I’m beginning to doubt I’ll actually finish the book this month.
I need Cap to come tell me that in person; that’s what I need. Heh heh.
I also took a walk today for the first time in weeks. My toe is killing me. But I shuffled through some leaves, which was fun, and the sun was shining, which was nice after days of gloom. My sleep patterns have been way off. I hope that helps me conk out a little earlier tonight.
It’s late and I worked through dinner, so I’ll see you tomorrow.
Thank the universe I’m still on track; I only managed around 710 words today. I’m not sure I trust this counter, either. Feels like it should be more. Oh well.
Started the day by forgetting to set the alarm and oversleeping. The neighbor’s carer has been bringing her dogs to work, but they didn’t bark like apocalyptic car alarms this morning, thus letting me stay in bed far longer than I wanted to. How dare they.
Then, a job rejection. After which I went on Twitter, which actually made me feel worse, because stupid people, oh my damn.
I wanted to take a walk because I haven’t done it for days, but it started to drizzle. I have cold weather gear but no wet gear so that killed that.
Sat down to write and mentally felt like this little constipated cloud from the Rocko’s Modern Life Christmas special.
Now there’s a mysterious pain in my back and I might be getting a migraine, yay. I already gave my protagonist one; it’s only fitting.
Still, I got some writing done. It’s frustrating when it doesn’t just slide smoothly out of your head onto the page, but that’s the nature of this beast. Sometimes it bounds out happily to meet you and sometimes you have to drag it along.
If you’d like to help victims of the California wildfires, this Slate article has some advice on donating, including links.
The film stars Chris Pine, of Star Trek fame. But the reason everyone’s been talking about it is that Pine appears completely nude in it. Yep, full-frontal. Granted, it’s brief, but it’s definitely there.
The reason the Pine Peen is important is a basic one; for decades, women have bared it all in films, but we rarely see the men do it. Ben Affleck did it in Gone Girl (and apparently Neil Patrick Harris did too; I haven’t seen the movie). 28 Days Later opens with a naked Cillian Murphy in the hospital. And who could forget Dr. Manhattan’s blue dick flapping around in Watchmen?
The film was watchable; it started out a little dry, but it got more interesting as it went along. If you’re a fan of medieval battle scenes, you’ll like it. I admit interest in seeing the dong scene (hey, I’m human!) but I probably would have watched it anyway. I like Pine and I like period films. I think it could have been a little more emotional. It didn’t have the depth of Braveheart, but they did an okay job.
Anyway, I’m glad to see the men getting on this bandwagon. Why should women be the only ones? As Lea Palmieri points out in this Decider article, nobody gets excited about topless scenes because they’re just too common. It’s time for the men to join in.
Book 2 is going as well as I can expect for a first draft. I’m working off an outline, but the best times are when characters do whatever they want to do, and stuff happens that didn’t occur to me. I haven’t written a whole chapter in one sitting, like I did yesterday, for a long time. Felt good.
Tunerville is urban fantasy, and while some characters did step out of their familiar world, they didn’t go as far as you’d expect. This time is different. I’ve got some multiverse stuff going here, and it’s tough. You really do have to make up EVERYTHING. Worldbuilding is hard. But it’s fun.
I took a video (a pretty cool one), but it won’t embed, so you can see it at my Instagram. The snow day was a perfect writing day.
I’m past the halfway mark! That’s really encouraging. Plus, I wrote an entire chapter today, and I’m really happy with how that part of the story is going.
Also, today we lost comic book legend Stan Lee, creator of Marvel characters Spider-Man, Black Panther, and others, at 95. Rest in peace, Mr. Lee. You will live on through your characters. We will never forget you.
Okay that’s all I can manage today because I wrote all day, it’s almost nine o’clock, and I deserve to watch a couple of shows now. Back at it tomorrow.
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I only managed 611 words today. My nerdy friends and I got together for a Friendsgiving meetup, where we discussed all things Marvel and Doctor Who, made nerd plans to attend upcoming nerdcons, and stuffed ourselves to bursting. T’was much fun. I made brownies (mm) and wrote before I left.
It’s come to my attention that people are curious about what I’m writing, and all I’ve posted so far is NaNoWriMo metrics.
A few beta readers, one agent (who passed), and two editors have read Tunerville, but even those people don’t know what I’m doing. I don’t really want to tell you.
When I originally wrote it, I had no intention of Tunerville being anything but a stand-alone novel. It does indeed work as one. But during my first revision, I spotted something I’d tucked into a pivotal scene unconsciously. Something that flicked on a little light bulb in the back of my mind.
I noted it and moved on. Later, I wrote more comprehensive notes and then even more notes, and finally an outline. That little flickering bulb has lit up into a trilogy.
So basically, it’s like this:
Book 1: Protagonist invents something that makes a mess. Tries to fix the mess, at great personal risk. Succeeds, apparently.
Book 2: Something unforeseen, except by me and maybe you if you were paying attention in Book 1, happens. And now protagonist is in another mess. Mwahaha.
Book 3: Everybody tries to fix the new mess that happened in Book 2 and gets into an even deeper mess. Can they all do it? We’ll see.
And so will I. An outline is only a guide. It’ll happen how it happens.
Tomorrow, there is a 90% chance of snow. I have plenty of cocoa. It will be a good writing day.