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Progress report chart:

archived version )

Note the sudden increase in speed at the end? Hehe, yeah. Thanksgiving break. Day 21 is actually inaccurate: I forgot to submit my novel for a while, and it was actually stuck around 1.5K, then 3K, then 5K for some time.

The most impressive chunk of writing was the 25-26 bit - 4746 started the night before, then 12903 the next day.

And finally, 7777 words on the last day. The number was not intentional, I promise you.

My novel, since it was still written really, really rapidly, is not a example of my best work. (In fact, large portions are just really terrible.) So I'm keeping it friends-only, in the way that you can come to me and request it, and I'll send it to you.

[append] Little statistics:
In printed form, my story comes out to 109 pages.
NaNoWriMo reports that it is 50091 words. This does not include my "dedication to" statement, nor my "ok, we hit 50K, stopping here and adding Fantasticks lyrics." bit.
If I write really quickly, I can almost hit 1K per 15 minutes. But on average, it's around 1.5K per hour, maybe slightly more.
I prefer writing at a desk, for longer periods of time. But the bed works too, until the laptop starts to burn the lap. And there's just no comfortable reclining position.
My spelling sucks and my vocabulary is sadly lacking. If I had better spelling, I could type faster. And if I could remember my character's names.
M$Word reports 50,270 words, including dedication and post-story note.
There was a total of one male human, two female human, one female alien-dog thing, one "male" book, one male dwarf. This does not include the non-essential characters.
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30 days.


NaNoWriMo 2006 NaNoWriMo 2006

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I have now written over 10K in the past 17 hours.

6.3K since midnight. 4.7K before that.
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...while working on my NaNoWriMo.

I don't know how to write interactions between people. I don't know what people do at the dinner table. I can't write dialogue between two character who are just talking normally and not advancing the plot in any way.

I think it has to do with the fact that I don't know how to talk to people myself, so I can't imagine what it would be like for my character. So there's that awkward writer's block, before I just drop in a "chapter xx: ..." to skip over the normal interpersonal dialogue.

This is very interesting.

I also don't know how to write about people's daily lives. Apparently, I don't observe my own often enough. Or I don't know how to put it into words. I had issues writing about my character going to school. I didn't know how to write it. And then my character got home. and did homework and ate dinner. That was it. It seems so boring. What else do people do at home? What else do I do at home?

I don't know.

I'm at 26K words.

It is now almost 5:30 AM.

I need 13K more words to get to my goal of 40K.

And even at 40K, I'll still need a pretty substantial amount of 2.5K per day to get to 50K. I had averaged around 2K per sitting over the past two days, so it's not impossible. Just... harder with homework and school.

Just need to get to 40K. I can do this. Come on, Ben.
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10K Reached. 20% done.

I can do this, whee~


Nov. 20th, 2006 04:17 am
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Not much done.

Up to 7234 words right now. I work better at night. Much more concentrated. ::sighs:: Damnit.

And that means I wrote about 2500 words today, which is no where close to enough.

Running out of time. ::whines:: But at least the story's going, and I'm not really hitting any writers blocks. Just... "Goddamnit, how the frick do I word this so it doesn't sound like utter crap?" and "ZOMG, I don't want to write about his school/classes! It'll add to my word count, but it's boring as heck, and requires a lot more thought! Hmm, ok, screw school. We'll just skip for this for now."

My standards are too high. XD At the moment, it's just slightly below what I would consider "acceptable for consumption by friends" - as in, would be somewhat embarrassed to let people read, but wouldn't mind all that much as long as they're already friends. And know that this was written for NaNoWriMo; with quantity in mind, instead of quality.

So, uh, yes, if I do finish, I will post it. If I don't finish... well, then we'll have to see.
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This was much easier to generate:

As he reached for the door, he heard a beeping noise, and turned, confused, before he cursed, realizing that it was his alarm clock. The room faded, and the sword shimmered and fell apart in a rain of black letters. Growling, he groped around, found his glasses and tumbled out off bed, slamming the alarm clock off as he stumbled over to his desk, shoving books and papers out of the way. Pulling his keyboard closer, he clicked on his monitor and skimmed through his e-mail.

It was then that the bunny broke in through his window. With a sharp smattering of glass against his desk, which his parents demanded to be pushed up against the window as that was the best, healthiest bit of light, the bunny landed perfectly on all fours, right next to his keyboard.

He stared at it.

It stared back at him, nose twitching.

Yep. Uh, randomness.

Damnit, I should be sleeping. I've got a skills test in ice skating, and so I'll be up at 8:20ish.
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Actually, no, it's not stormy, just dark and frigging cold. And I'm studying at the moment, so I'm not going to interrupt that to really begin my NaNoWriMo. Le Sigh. But I have a tiny bit planned as an entry point, so here it is....

He ran down the darkened corridor, bare feet slapping loudly against the cold white tiles. Behind him, he heard scratching noises of black nails on the same cold white tiles and a soft, wicked, delighted laughter. It was gaining on him, he knew, but he was too afraid to turn and see how much closer it had gotten.

Counting the doors, he skidded to a stop as he grabbed the cold brass door knob of room 234.917, which, he hoped, was the correct room. Gasping, he twisted and pulled. The door swung open slowly, resisting his efforts, hinges groaning. It shouldn't be like this, he thought. It was easier last time.

As soon as he could, he slid through the doorway, and tugged, hard. The door shut, but not before he caught a glimpse of a blood-red pupil set in a royal purple eye and smiling teeth that whispered, "You'll be back. And I'll always be waiting."

-[ nanowrimo.org. Join me. You know you want to. ]-

Wordcount: 158/50,000

(The room number isn't random. Bonus points to the person who notes why.)

[edit|stormy, not story. -.-]
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I don't have a solid idea.

Heck, I don't have an idea period.

I'd go with utter randomness, but even I have my limits there.

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