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NaNo Day 1 Stats

I shamelessly stole the idea and part of the format for novel stats from The Crystalline Aerie; I hope she doesn’t mind! I’m going to call these stats “accountability”.

General Stats:

Words Written Today: 2564
Total Words Written: 2564
Write-ins attended: 1
Words Written at a Write-in Today: 2001
Total Words Written at Write-ins: 2001
Cups of Coffee: 2
Plans Changed to Accommodate More Writing: 1
Named Characters Killed: 0
Scenes Completed: 4
Scenes that Will Probably be Cut Later: 2
Random Ideas Generated: 3

Random Thoughts:

  • Scrivener, where have you been all my life?!
  • Fact: coffee tastes better at midnight, which I verified at the midnight kick-off write in I attended.
  • My brain responds very oddly when I ask it, “what’s a good reason for the MC to leave his house right now?”
  • My writing is still pretty bad haha.
  • I’m a terrible speller.

Favorite Line I Wrote Today:

“I had assumed that no longer sweating meant that I didn’t have to do laundry ever again, but the fact of the matter was that some ladies still didn’t appreciate my charm, and red wine stains refuse to take themselves out of most fabrics.”

Best Typos/Fake Words of the Day:

  • Demin
  • comiseraters

Opening Lines:

I politely waited for a moment for the swell of applause to die down, at least enough to talk over. In that moment, I really let it all sink in; where I was, what I had accomplished, and the price I paid to get there. The bright lights, the million eyes on me, and the rolling cameras were amazing, despite the heavy weight on the sliver of soul I had left. Somewhere in those million eyes, there were two that were filled with the tears from a broken heart.

I briefly asked myself, was it worth it? Everything, to be right here, right now?



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NaNoWriMo, Take… Six?

In a mere three hours, I will be starting what I believe is my sixth attempt at NaNoWriMo. My book keeping is a bit fuzzy. Those of you that know me know that I’ve tried and failed multiple times, but I keep getting on the horse. Why? I don’t know, probably because I’m a little crazy and/or masochistic.

To me, the important part is that I have fun when I’m trying. My discipline gets a little better every year, as does my writing. So I keep trying, because one of these years, I’ll win.

My novel-attempt this year is a social commentary on fame vs. infamy buried under a layer (or five) of vampires, the equivalent of Lady GaGa if she was made of magic and wrote Norwegian Death Ballads, and general depravity.

Will this year be the one that I win? It’d be nice if it was, but if it’s not, I’ll try again next year.

Because really, I’m not a failure until I stop trying.

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