TGIO, Nano 08

It's done.

I'm done.

This weight on my back for the last eight months is gone? *doesn't know how to deal with this strange lightness*

Also, VARISH IS SAFE.

MAWAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAH.

Ahem.

MWAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAH.

*slaps self*

Okay, sleep is clearly in order. But first, some stats! *cheerful smile*

Today

• Word Count: 1608
• Scenes: 3

Since Nov. 1 08

• Word count: 284,232
• Days: 293
• Word Count Per Day: 970

Since Bahnree's Death Threats

• Word Count: 78,432
• Days : 44 (I think?)
• Word Count Per Day: 1,783

*goes off to eat watermelon and laugh madly*

Ow.

Word count: 2,252

Scenes: 4

Scuse me while I go pass out.

"Lay me down in sheets of linen/If you please don't stay all night/Come with me we'll dance such a wedding/Away to the left and around/To the right"

This is my 200th post. Go me. All are very profound, I'm sure.

Word Count: 5,488

Scenes: 6

My hands hurt. However, I can now say with no little degree of triumph, that all the MAIN scenes are done. *not thinking about the plot holes and savage lack of quality, nope* Now I just have to deal with one last trauma for Jennet and write the stuff that deals with the side charas, and fills in some gaping "what just happened?" holes. Piece of cake.

^_^

Did I mentioned that we had Kemendraugh's itinerary wrong, and she's not back till the 20th? Yep. So that's why my lack of panic and/or open triumph. I still am honour bound (HA) to fix some of the easy issues before she gets back.

My head hurts too. Sleep, you are so my friend.

Drugs, a girl's best friend? Pros and Cons, discuss.

Word count: 3,129

Scenes: 3

I made Kael cry. o.O And I finally got inspired right after I started eating Midol. No, drugs don't help the writing AT ALL. *cough*

Um, that's all. I want to keep writing, but I'm suppose to be awake in six hours. So I should get on getting to sleep. *waves* *runs off*

EDIT: 1,586 words, an hour and a half and a scene later, I guess I really SHOULD go to sleep? ^_^

"Gonna drive till I drop/till the tires turn to metal/gonna sleep when I'm dead/gonna laugh like the devil..."

Word Count: 1021

Scenes: 2

I think I maybe filled in some holes. Or maybe I just muddled it up more. It's kinda unclear. Tomorrow, we get treason! Go me! *throws shoes*

Oh wait, that was the wrong projectile. Oh well. I'll fix it in revision. ^_^

Also, Where No One Knows Me, by Jann Arden, is a good song. *nods*

"And everybody was for fighting/wouldn't wanna waste a thing/ cold cold water bring me round..."

Free Jazz:
I am
listening
to
Emo
music
WHAT IS WRONG WITH THIS SCENE, THAT IT DRIVES ME TO THIS?
Well, aside from the fact that everybody dies, and Kael goes crazy and kills herslf
...
I think I've identified the source of the problem.

So it's done. This scene is totally on drugs, but some kind of a pattern for the rewrite is down in text. I need to back this up... *runs away briefly*

I have to say though, this scene was insanely hard to write. It was the one that sparked this story for me in the first place, only by now all the characters are quite different, as well as the tech and what I have of plot. So I have this really vivid picture in my head, that doesn't WORK, so I have to keep shooing it away. Also, well, I'm writing from inside Kael's head. When you catch yourself thinking ~this would just make more sense if I was on drugs, then I could get the real feel of it~ this should be a sign to you that you have issues. I've only been trying to write it since Monday? *sigh* I can also attribute the hard-ness of the scene to the fact that I'm doing my traditional reaction to a Big Scene, and loosing interest, as well as doing my traditional reaction to The End Is In Sight, and saying I'm so close that it hardly matters, I can write that tomorrow. All very healthful and good for me. And my story.

HOWEVER.

And this is a big however. This scene OFFICIALLY marks the end of Kael's trauma. Everything from here out for her is good, even when it makes her cry. (Especially when it makes her cry.) Jennet is still going to be traumatized just a little, but I promise it's for the best! You get to be Kick-Ass, Jennet! Isn't that what you want?

I'll go sleep now. Tomorrow Dulamon gets to be awesome, and we make Kael cry! *happy smile*

Excerpt:

You Noticed!

"You can't find your way home, but you know my music. It evens out."

Wordcount: 621

Scenes: 1 and a bit?

I went back to fix a bunch of stuff today, which accounts for the small word count. Well, that and the visits, and the park, and meeting the band, and eating, and traveling... *cough* What I did write makes me happy though, which in turn makes me happy in a broader sense. :P And I think I might actually be managing to explain the madness that is my mind, and support certain issues, which FILLS ME WITH HOPE.

Not that I need hope.

Noooooooooooooooooo. No need AT ALL.

In other hopeful (?) news, I have ten scenes to write in eight days. GO ME. ahem. (But one of them might involve Haggerty and a table, (which is easy to write,) we'll see.)

A short excerpt, for a short word count day. I KNOW I'M LAME. I'LL BE BETTER TOMORROW.

Ouch.

Word Count: 2,238

Scenes: 2

Social day was lose. My eyes hurt. Plot is made of fail. I am no longer able to use the English Language. Not that I could before.

I had to attend a PET SHOW. *headdesk*

Excerpt:

Kael Flashback

"I don't know how to deal with being secure. It makes me nervous."

I meant to write this last night, but it just didn't work out. *cough* At any rate.

My schedule over the next little while worries me. The 18th is my DDD*. This is what my IRL obligations look like.

• 7th: Work seven hours, attend five hour concert, be social.
• 8th: As Brother is home, be social. Also, call England with my Phone Card Of Joy. (That one is good.)
• 9th: Leave in the early morning for a four hour trip to the Town, go to the mall and possibly the theatre.
• 10th: have hair cut, leave in the afternoon for a four hour trip home.
• 11th: Work seven hours.
• 12th: Work seven hours.
• 13th: Work seven hours.
• 14th: Work seven hours.
• 15th: Leave in the early morning for a four hour trip to Town, attend family day at Camp Delight. Spend the night at camp. (No electronics at camp unless medically necessary. No, that does not include my laptop.)
• 16th: Visit brother, leave in the afternoon for a four hour trip home.
• 17th: TBA
• 18th: TBA

So yes, nervous now. o.O

*DDD: Drop Dead Date. If not me, then ALL MY CHARACTERS.

I got a letter from England! Squeee!!!!

Word Count: 1,452

Scenes: 2.3

Next is basically flashbacks and trauma. Then we have political DRAMA and backstabbing, which I love, and then sappy, and then I'm done. *shock and awe*

I'm also incapable of sitting upright any more, so I'm gonna collapse.

Just cause...

La la la la la.... Not thinking about the holes in my plot, not thinking, not thinking, la la la la la la la.....

"I dunno, I think I missed the climax in there. I got all the build-up, and now I get we're into the denouement, but... yeah, not sure where that climax was."
-A friend, who is reading my first draft.

And the answer? It's HIDING. The climax is HIDING. SNEAK-RATIVELY.

*cue mad, hysterical laughter*

Ahem.

Wordcount: 2,282

Scenes: 3

I really have no faith in anything I wrote today. My hope is only that, somewhere WAY underneath the confusion, there's salvageable stuff. And on the subject of quality being VERY buried; The Scene That Mocked Me.

*level stare at the scene*

*scene laughs gently, knowing that it has won*

We had some fundamental disagreements. For one, the scene wanted Haggerty to beat people up with a table, and I said no, I wanted Tenish to be leet, we have had enough of Haggerty beating people with tables. So the scene sulked and refused to help me with tactics, and threw vauge shadowy veils of incomprehensibility over anything that I managed to wrestled out of it. There might have been pliers involved. What I've got now is the second version, becuase last night I gave up and deleted everything I'd written. Written PAINFULLY, and LABORIOUSLY, with much GRIPING and WEEPING and GNASHING OF TEETH. Bahnree knows.

Oh yes... she knows....

Anyhow. *cough* I rewrote it before work today, and I hate it only slightly less than last time. But instead of wanting to destroy it utterly and burn the dust, I only want to stake it out for the sea scavengers to tear into little tiny pieces and eat in front of its slowly desiccating eyes. (When Sea Scavengers = Teh Interwebs.)

You Were Warned

I still have hope that there's something good in there, it's just WAY buried. Maybe the soldering iron part? ^_^

This is what happens when I try and write military stuffs. A sign, I think.

Word Count: 446

Scenes: 1

I don't want to talk about it.

Better days....

"You're the lesson I never learned/ You're my sunburn."

Wordcount: 1,165

Scenes: 3

The lameness continues. *sigh* Basically I killed everyone today. And it was boring. I hate it when that happens.

Excerpt:

Tenish and Neph. :D

Burnout! My old friend! It's been days, how are you? And your boyfriend Distraction, how is he? Been hanging around, if you know what I mean...

Wordcount: 1,829

Scenes: 3

I ALWAYS do this. I get to the big shiny scene I've been laying the groundwork for, and I don't want to write it.

*yawns*

*pokes story*

*story is shiny and awesome and tempting*

*I go off to make tea*

Sigh. Perhaps tomorrow will be better. I have lots of short stuff to write, and then lots of flashback and trauma I'm really insecure about, plot-wise. Sigh Times Two. Anyhow, here's some Excerpt!

A Dulamon retrospective! Because he's awesome.

"Does justice ever find you/ do the wicked ever loose/ is there any song to sing/ beside these blues/ and nothing is okay/ till the world caves in.."

Wordcount: 2,624

Scenes: I didn't even finish one. ^_^

I blame this on the fact that Jennet gets wordy when she's traumatized, which since she's in a novel of mine, happens a lot. But then she's also talking to Jole, and Jole and Jennet are so easty to write together. *grins* Regrettably, I can only keep one eye open at a time any more. ANd my grammar and spelling are going a little more than usual squish. SO I have to give up and sleep. Boooooooo. Boooooo. *throws rotten vegetables*

In happy news, I only have to finish this scene and that's the end of a serial, and then I only have ONE more serial to write. Evah. (For this novel). I feel like I won't know what to do with my mind. THough I'm oreety pretty sure I'll find something to do. I'm an imaginative girl, after all.

ANd before I get too far ahead of myself, I still have a lot to write. A lot of TRAUMA. *happy smile*

Here is some excerpt, under a lock for paranoia purposes. I chose this bit cause it doesn't really give away the plot, and yeah. Shout at me if you want to read it and can't.

People Are Awesome.

I really can only keep one eye open, it's interesting.

This feels curiously like Nano, aside from the heat!

I meant to write, and somehow I spent an hour cleaning out my email inbox. I'm, not sure how that happened. *is confused*

And then I stayed up for two hours writing something I already KNEW was gonna end up as a cut scene. It just does nothing for anyone. *sigh* Time management skills, I don't haz them.

Word count: 1,582 (only 832, really)

Scenes: 2 (only 1, really)

*sigh*

Anyhow, here's something new!

Visiting

*cringes in anticipation of what Bahnree will wreak*

There is no word count today, because writing didn't happen.

I'm sorry, world.

I'm REALLY sorry, Varish.

It's just not working, and I have to be up at 6 tomorrow, and work for seven hours... I'm sorry. *will write LOTS on Saturday*

"I'm to tired to write, so I stay up and write. Such a clever girl."

>wordcount: 1,123

I fully expect I'm gonna have to rewrtei this whole thing after work today. Sigh.

okay, here, have a fun excerpt, from back when things were cheerful.

You work fast.

"It might be better if if there were more plot than "lalala happy CRUNCH screamingblooddeath lalala some recovery CRUNCHx2 NO DO-OVERS.""

Word Count: 1,647

Scenes: 2.4 (Arbitrary stats FTW!)

I'm kinda scared by being this close to the end. Every scene I have left is one that's been riding me for a minimum of eight months, and so they're all fearsome and awesome to write. I probably should have given up an hour ago and gone to sleep. I "look" like I'm already in a trance, I'm just not quite horizontal yet. Anyhow. I'm sure that was edifying. And I'm working on a thoughtful blog post. :P You know, one of those mythical ones that is written with intact language centers of brains? I thought I'd give it a shot.

Hehe, I amuse myself.

I need to shut up.

Oh, and I just realized that one of my side characters could actually be awesome, given the right circumstances, so I think I'll give her a good death scene.

MOVING ON.

This excerpt is part of some fun stuff I wrote with Kemendraugh, back when she had internet and when I couldn't kill anyone. She said I could have one of hers to kill. And then I ended up killing her favorite characters instead. *winces* Ouch, I'm a bad man.

Why are you blowing up my cell?

I blame today's word count on the fact that I fed the vampires.

Word Count: 1,730

Scenes: 1

Despite its lamentable word-count effects, I am resolute that donating blood is awesome. Just think about it. You go and sit in little plastic chairs and watch the various stages of nervousness around you, and you get to closely observe the different stages and types of fainting, for the mall fee of being prodded with needles and drained of your vital fluids. Plus you can save up to three lives. :D Which is a nice way to make up karmically for the day you spent torturing, drugging and seducing. *cough* Ahem. Plus, you are medically required to eat sugary things afterwards. Is there anything more awesome than that? I think not.

Oh, oh! And also, where else is it just assumed that you're a druggie (other than airport security,) and you have to show your needle-track-less arms to prove it?

I rest my case, awesomeness is proven.

Here, have some excerpt. Not from today, I don't trust any of it from today. :D

Gratuitous mind-rape, this way plz!

However, the NOT SLEEPING bit of donating blood is BAD.

Just a thought.