...I´m busy writing :-)
I am happy, and not just because I managed to write this much of a single story in just two weeks, but also because I have another story in my mind about events preceding those contained in the story I have just finished, and THAT will be the ride!
I plan to do some planning tomorrow to see how much of the new story my Muses have already prepared for me and, if I feel comfortable enough, I will start writing in the evening. Or on Monday. Or Tuesday. Who knows? I do not have to hurry any more...
Now I am going to go to celebrate! :-)
Good luck to all of you who still write and hope!
Characters acting, things happening: A frightened vampire; a pack of werevolwes sneaking around; mistaken identity; all hope gone...
Mood: Fine. It seems that I have finally found the right plot line to follow... Things are coming together.
For now.
Characters acting, things happening: An ancient quill having mind of its own; an offended Muse; a desperate writer writing for his live...
Mood: Taken aback. Kind of... My MC meets weird people, finds odd things and takes strange actions. It is fun. It really is. I just wonder WHEN will she finally start pursuing her main goal? Or... Can it be that the exciting goal I have planned for her is not that exciting after all? ...I think I´m going to cry...
Characters acting, things happening: My MC has a new job. At the moment she is happy about it but it´s only because she does not know what plans her boss has been spinning and constructing lately... Her days of avoiding hard work and responsibility are over, although she is still blissfully unaware of it.
Mood: Back on track, planning to cross the 10.000 milestone sometime during this weekend. I am not so sick any more and I am not much troubled by work, so I might get even closer to the NaNo heaven (hear the bells tolling :-)
Another of those days...
Characters acting, things happening: A well-deserved and even more desired holiday interrupted by her boss who shouldn't have any idea where she is - getting back to work; just ANOTHER illegal attempt to mess with advanced magic; an unexpected visitor asking for help.
Mood: Sick, sick, sick... But proud for not giving up. Yet.
Total word count: 1.000 – in three sessions, hoping to add some more by midnight.
Characters acting, things happening: Old houses with memory; heavy rain; a witch stealing a Gucci handbag; smoke; the least important question of them all.
Mood: Feeling better, the sickness seems to back away…
I would love to be able to start writing at midnight but I am sick. Like really sick. I’ve got fever, feel exhausted and try to keep my muscles (including the mimic muscles in my face) at peace because they HURT! The plan is to get some painkillers and rest until midnight, but I guess nothing will get me out of bed or make me move once I lay down.
I really wanted to stay at home today, but I couldn’t. There was a kind of a leisure kick-off party with strictly voluntary participation planned for tonight, and because it was me who proposed the date and pub and booked the table, I felt it would be fair at show up. Nobody arrived before eight and I could not stay any longer, so sorry to anybody who came later and did not find me there.
Good luck to all of you who are participating in NaNoWriMo 2008!
Let the RIDE begin!
May enthusiasm prevail!
and
…good night…
I will finish my NaNoWriMo 2008 novel no matter what. The only excuse would be my death. First, they celebrate their 10th anniversary this year and, second, I have spent a lot of money on the event already, donating some amounts also for the past two years when I was broke and couldn't send a single dollar and buying the two absolutely utterly entirely necessary items mentioned above. There is no way that I would waste this money!
By the way, the t-shirt fits me perfectly and the coffee mug is magical because coffee in it turns into a special writer-friendly inspirational drink. No kidding.
I got a cold seven days ago. According to the old, traditional wisdom, it should be gone by now, but it isn’t. It’s getting worse, actually. The virus army moved from the nose into my neck, getting ready for the attack on the promising and fertile lands deep in my lungs. I know their intentions because they have done this before.
So, I drink hot tea, take drugs and avoid spending too much time outside my cozy apartment, because the air on the streets is cold, wet and misty. The good thing is that I don’t mind being sick in November, unless I am unable to sit in the bed and move my fingers on the keyboard. Being sick draws my attention off from partying, chatting with friends, browsing through bookstores and doing all the unnecessary daily routines (there is a surprising amount of things that can be done once a week instead of every other day, without suffering from tragic consequences). And did I mention all those colorful, action-packed, adventurous and inspiring nightmares?
This may sound like a desperate search for something positive in clearly negative circumstances. But it isn’t. I like my regular twice-yearly heavy colds because I finally get a chance to rest and sleep a lot without an uneasy conscience, without the ugly voices that would normally provoke me into doing something useful, productive and meaningful.
…And just in case you are interested:
We have some celebrations on the way in the Czech Republic today, as Czechoslovakia was founded exactly ninety years ago, soon after the end of the World War I. Slovaks celebrate too, but their primary state holiday will come in two months – it will be the 15th anniversary of the day when Czechoslovakia split into two countries (Jan 1, 1993). It happened quite peacefully, actually – the only people fighting heavily were politicians...
But I won’t.
Not that I would not like my characters. My protagonist named Adela is a magically gifted young woman who values her independence above all and entertains herself by playing nasty little devilish tricks on people who behave badly to the others, until she encounters an opponent more than equal in powers. Her antagonist is a very angry self-centered young man, who blames everything and everybody for the loser’s life he lives, and when he gets a chance to do something really big, bad and unforgettable, he takes it. She begins as a happy and carefree girl believing she can always get out of any trouble and ends up a bit more generally worried and wise after sacrificing her freedom to save somebody else. He ends up as a corpse.
And it’s not that I would miss any important part of my plot.
I am absolutely certain that writing this story will be fun. One day. But not this time.
( Continued here... )
- One laptop
- One legal pad with many pens
- One NaNoWriMo t-shirt
- One NaNoWriMo travel coffee mug
- One little appointment book with the November page full of “Writing” appointments inscribed in blood
- One list of “things not to forget” during NaNoWriMo to make sure than all my plants survive, I get some sleep at least once every two days and friends are still friends on December 1
- Two cats
For some reason, cats tend to make friends with writers more than any other species. I believe it has something to do with their ability to wander through worlds, which they share with us. My three-months old kittens are interested just in fake mice, fallen leaves, PC wires, socks, plastic bags, the kitchen sink (don’t ask me why) and something to eat. For now. But I have already seen them prowling around a tiny gap leading into the dark, dusty and supposedly empty and boring space under the kitchen unit and expect them to start mysteriously disappearing and reappearing very soon to supply me with weird items I can use in my novel.
As for my NaNoWriMo 2008 story: I have already met my main character, spied a bit on her antagonist, seen some secondary characters in the crowd and witnessed three or four minor conflicts. It´s not bad, actually. Thousands of people begin with even less on November 1. However, if you ask me what I will be writing about – honestly, I don’t know. Yet. Seven days is a lot of time and I hope my characters will get reasonable and communicate to me clearly what it is they desperately want…
For fellow writers - my NaNoWriMo name: Rozmaryna
