I hit the 50,000 word limit of NaNoWriMo AND I reached the ending! All within the limit!
So, yeah, just thought I'd report it.
It was a fun experiment, and I'm glad I did it. But, boy, was it tough! Maybe I'll give it a go next year, but for now, I'm glad to be done. Oh, for anyone who wants to know, I think it turned out really well. I'm really pleased with how this will most likely turn out. That's one competition down, nonetheless.
See you in December!
Sunday, November 30, 2014
Friday, November 28, 2014
NaNoWriMo Closing In
I'm tipping on 45,000 words at this point. Nearing the end. I'm not exactly sure if I'll make 50,000 or reach the end first, but, either way, I should be done by this weekend. I would have been done by now, if so many things didn't fall into my lap this month, but what's done is done. The end is near, either way.
This isn't the first time I've written something of this length, but I felt like giving the challenge a shot this year. Every now and then it's nice to try something new.
Speaking of new, I used this opportunity to try something different than my usual thing as I've said before. So far it's turning out to be better than I was expecting. Even for a first draft it's looking like a style I'm going to keep pursuing. But let us wait and see exactly how it plays out.
Oh, I also think my novella is on sale on Kindle today.
Otherwise, I'll see you in the next update!
This isn't the first time I've written something of this length, but I felt like giving the challenge a shot this year. Every now and then it's nice to try something new.
Speaking of new, I used this opportunity to try something different than my usual thing as I've said before. So far it's turning out to be better than I was expecting. Even for a first draft it's looking like a style I'm going to keep pursuing. But let us wait and see exactly how it plays out.
Oh, I also think my novella is on sale on Kindle today.
Otherwise, I'll see you in the next update!
Wednesday, November 19, 2014
Random Inspiration
Do you ever have that moment when you're out on the town, or alone in your home, or maybe in a group with friends, or possibly a gathering with family, when something inside of you clicks? When something that wasn't obvious to you before now becomes plainly obvious? That might have happened to me yesterday night.
Now, I'm not going to say I was thunderstruck with ideas, or that angels whispered truths in my ears that changed everything-- just that it arrived out of nowhere. Inspiration is a strange beast.
I go for a walk every night. Not a long one, it usually only takes about twenty minutes. Sometimes I say a Rosary, sometimes I think about where the world is heading, sometimes I think about mistakes I've made, and sometimes I just enjoy the walk. It's one of my favorite times of the day, or night.
Picture, if you will, a small town, empty streets, and only the cold of the fresh winter blowing upon you. No sounds of traffic or distant barking dogs, but only the wind howling and blowing raked streets of thin snow across the barren roads and onto the sidewalk. The silence says everything, even as the world sleeps, showing how everything just works whether you're around to see it or not. It's gorgeous.
How one could fail to get inspired by such sights is beyond me. But then, we live in a world where modern "art" runs rampant that glories in pointlessness and terror. Sometimes it's easy to forget the world we live in doesn't really fall that way, and all it takes is a single gander at nature in its simplest form to remind yourself that we have the tools and the know-how to do better than revel in such pointless depression. Life is a series of surprises, but it's really surprising where they can come from.
Anyway, I just thought I would post my experience. It was only a small one, but it's the small ones that matter.
Silence is everything.
Now, I'm not going to say I was thunderstruck with ideas, or that angels whispered truths in my ears that changed everything-- just that it arrived out of nowhere. Inspiration is a strange beast.
I go for a walk every night. Not a long one, it usually only takes about twenty minutes. Sometimes I say a Rosary, sometimes I think about where the world is heading, sometimes I think about mistakes I've made, and sometimes I just enjoy the walk. It's one of my favorite times of the day, or night.
Picture, if you will, a small town, empty streets, and only the cold of the fresh winter blowing upon you. No sounds of traffic or distant barking dogs, but only the wind howling and blowing raked streets of thin snow across the barren roads and onto the sidewalk. The silence says everything, even as the world sleeps, showing how everything just works whether you're around to see it or not. It's gorgeous.
How one could fail to get inspired by such sights is beyond me. But then, we live in a world where modern "art" runs rampant that glories in pointlessness and terror. Sometimes it's easy to forget the world we live in doesn't really fall that way, and all it takes is a single gander at nature in its simplest form to remind yourself that we have the tools and the know-how to do better than revel in such pointless depression. Life is a series of surprises, but it's really surprising where they can come from.
Anyway, I just thought I would post my experience. It was only a small one, but it's the small ones that matter.
Silence is everything.
Monday, November 17, 2014
NaNoWriMo Report
I am currently up to near 38,000 words. Should I keep it up, I will hopefully be done before the due date.
As for what I'm writing, well, it's a bit different from my usual stuff.
When I grew up there were a lot of stories about heroes transforming into powerful warriors to do battle with the forces of evil. When it wasn't episodic (as in, every week the good guys would defeat a new bad guy, but no plot would ever develop) the storyline always pulled me in with the twisting actions of the characters. I don't tend to see that too much anymore.
Sure there are TV shows and books for kids that feature good triumphing over evil, (or sometimes, regrettably, losing to it) there are few done in the style I'm speaking of. So, yes, this one aims broader with my audience intent, younger protagonists and all, but it still contains the type of story I like best. If I can ever get it done, I hope others will like it too.
Have a good Monday!
As for what I'm writing, well, it's a bit different from my usual stuff.
When I grew up there were a lot of stories about heroes transforming into powerful warriors to do battle with the forces of evil. When it wasn't episodic (as in, every week the good guys would defeat a new bad guy, but no plot would ever develop) the storyline always pulled me in with the twisting actions of the characters. I don't tend to see that too much anymore.
Sure there are TV shows and books for kids that feature good triumphing over evil, (or sometimes, regrettably, losing to it) there are few done in the style I'm speaking of. So, yes, this one aims broader with my audience intent, younger protagonists and all, but it still contains the type of story I like best. If I can ever get it done, I hope others will like it too.
Have a good Monday!
Tuesday, November 11, 2014
11/11/14
By Mr. John McCrae.
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
Monday, November 3, 2014
Neck Deep in NaNoWriMo
Yes, I decided to take the challenge this year since I'm inbetween stories.
So far I'm over 12,000 words in and still raring to go. This story is really jumping out of me and I'm still having ideas pouring out. This is the most inspired I've been in a while, so I'm hoping this turns out as well as I think it will. Needless to say, my updates will be brief this month.
Happy belated Halloween and All Souls Day, and have a good November! Happy Thanksgiving to my American friends if I don't get to it by then, as well.
So far I'm over 12,000 words in and still raring to go. This story is really jumping out of me and I'm still having ideas pouring out. This is the most inspired I've been in a while, so I'm hoping this turns out as well as I think it will. Needless to say, my updates will be brief this month.
Happy belated Halloween and All Souls Day, and have a good November! Happy Thanksgiving to my American friends if I don't get to it by then, as well.
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