NOVEL FAIL!

I made it to 23,000-plus words and then life got in the way (and, I think, the story gave way), but I am good with the attempt. I think I know how to achieve 50,000 words in a month (NOT November, being the first of the rules), and one of the most important realizations for me was that I must write everything--even the kitchen sink (first written as sync--oh dear); also, my story is an interesting one, though it doesn't need 50,000 words to tell it, so I need a different kind of text next year.

Good things. I am most happy.

All I have to say is

Bleeg bleeg bleeg!

That's the sound of my brain trying to develop plot and flesh out characters in a really, really big hurry.

Bad Intentions

And meanwhile, I haven't written a blessed thing in days. It's not a got stuck point, as I am fairly sure I know where I'm going (that is probably the problem, realistically), it's more of a "lost motivation" problem. And procrastination.

I need a kick in the pants to get started again.

Standing there

Staring at a doorway that she needs to walk through. I have been avoiding a particular plot point for, oh, I don't know... 3000 words or so? Building tension, right?

Actually, I'm scared to death to have to write what's on the other side of that dad-gum door, so I've been writing in circles for days. Anyone want to offer up a kick in the pants?

Speaking of music

Currently, my writing playlist includes (when it doesn't require complete silence):

• K's Choice
• Coldplay
• Annie Lennox
• Mindy Smith
• Keane (who's tune "Somewhere Only We Know" makes a cameo in the novel)
• Travis
• Blue Merle
• Johnny Cash
• Gillian Welch
• Fiona Apple
• David Gray
• Bo Deans

And, of course, Massive Attack.

Maybe this is why my work so far is a fun blend of apocalyptic fantasy and surrealism.

Feeling a Bit Daft

Probably should have read the homepage before complaining about Nanowrimo and uploading.

Somewhere around 4000+ words now; expect to be fully caught up tonight. Am discovering that I'm taking a "kitchen sink" approach to novel writing. Hey, I can always cut it down later, right?

Sort of a punk rock Faust thing going on. With dashes of opera.

*crickets chirping*

Oh yeah, no real surprise there, eh?

Watch us spin.

Go ladies, go!

Okay, my first line ended up on the cheesy side of awesome. Plus, the grammar sucks. But NO editing, right? Right?!?

"Darkness isn’t anything more than all of the colors of the invisible light spectrum taking a nap."

And I've officially written, on Day 1, 2186 words. Go me. But... I forgot (until I read kr's post) to upload to the website. Completely self-absorbed in the whole "I'm so rusty I can't remember how to spell spectrum." I did, however, find some cool snippets in my old short-story folder - a paragraph or two - with some concepts that I might steal. Fun times.