Ladies and Gentleman, today a rather remarkable thing occurred. I reached 50k words. (Well, technically 50,169 words, but you know what i'm saying.)
Now, i'm sure that many of you, especially those who actually, you know, write- are thinking "So?"
Well to you I quote Billy Madison when I say "Well, it was hard for me so SHUT UP!!!"
Ah-hem, my point being that I have never done anything like this before and for me it is a big deal.
Now, the bad news is that Factin's story, while being over 50k words is no where near finished. In some ways, this could be quite promising, I could finish it, edit it and somehow, someway do something with it. I haven't the foggiest idea what that something may be, but the possibility is there.
I could also just say "well, i've done 50k, opened up the door for more writing in the future because now i've proven to myself that I can do it so i'll just scrap this and move on." I don't intend to do that. Not because I have any grand delusions about becoming a best selling author- if this experience has taught me anything it's that I still have quite a lot to learn. But because I still have a story to tell and if it can demand 50k words from me, then it can certainly demand to be finished. Where it'll go, I have no idea. Maybe nowhere, maybe just to more lessons which will have to be applied elsewhere. But that's another story.
For now, i'm just going to take a minute to appreciate what I have accomplished.
To those who have supported me, thank you. I owe you more than those small words, but for now that'll have to do. Thank you.
Showing posts with label NaNoWriMo 2009. Show all posts
Showing posts with label NaNoWriMo 2009. Show all posts
Friday, November 27, 2009
Thursday, November 19, 2009
The Wall
So, for the past... week? Yeah, since last Friday, I’d say, I’ve been struggling. Struggling to move forward. Struggling to write something new. Struggling to bridge the gap between where the story is and where I so desperately want it to be. I have so many great ideas, wonderful dialogues, fun-to-write events in my head that are further on in the story than where I am.
Where I am is stuck in the doldrums. Not really moving, not being funny or interesting or even remotely readable. Where I am is wondering why I started writing this thing in the first place, why I thought that anything I wrote was funny or interesting or entertaining in any way and thinking that no one in their right mind would ever want to sit down and read this thing even if I do finish it. It's stupid, unoriginal, idiotic, mediocre and just plain dull.
Now, to my credit, despite those thoughts plaguing me every time I sat down to write, I did still sit down to write. And my word count has continued to grow. I've forced myself to type out the necessary 1,200 words, 1,300 words, perhaps even 1,500 words per night- totally convinced that they are all of those terrible adjectives I listed above. But I kept typing.
I came to find out yesterday that, apparently, I am exactly where I’m supposed to be. Neil Gaiman wrote a pep talk for the nano people, which is so funny since I’m in the middle of Good Omens and absolutely LOVING it- concluding that he and Terry Pratchet are absolute Gods! But he wrote a pep talk describing what he went through while writing his Anansi Boys and guess what? Exactly what I’m feeling! There are his words, reading my mind:
"You don't know why you started your novel, you no longer remember why you imagined that anyone would want to read it, and you're pretty sure that even if you finish it it won't have been worth the time or energy and every time you stop long enough to compare it to the thing that you had in your head when you began---a glittering, brilliant, wonderful novel, in which every word spits fire and burns, a book as good or better than the best book you ever read---it falls so painfully short that you're pretty sure that it would be a mercy simply to delete the whole thing." (Copyright, I’m sure, Neil Gaiman per NaNoWriMo or something like that- just don't cite this to me so I don't get sued!)
And I’m thinking- he knows! Here is this wonderfully funny, intelligent, witty, entertaining, brilliant writer who I could never dream of emulating going through exactly the same doubts as me! What a revelation! That this- this terribly doubtful, uncomfortable, self-deprecating, why-can't-I-get-the-damned-story-to-flow-again phase is *gasp* normal! The relief, I can’t tell you.
So, I’m still writing. And I still feel so far from where I want to be but I force myself to keep putting down the words hoping that very soon I will feel that wonderful rush that comes when the story starts to flow again. When the words become a way to transport me to the scene, instead of just being lifeless letters on paper. When the characters have life and personalities and quirks. When the plot is interesting and exciting and fun. When I’ve gotten over the wall.
I’m not there yet, but I feel like I may be on the cusp. Here’s hoping.
See you on the other side of the wall.
(34,310 words and counting…)
Where I am is stuck in the doldrums. Not really moving, not being funny or interesting or even remotely readable. Where I am is wondering why I started writing this thing in the first place, why I thought that anything I wrote was funny or interesting or entertaining in any way and thinking that no one in their right mind would ever want to sit down and read this thing even if I do finish it. It's stupid, unoriginal, idiotic, mediocre and just plain dull.
Now, to my credit, despite those thoughts plaguing me every time I sat down to write, I did still sit down to write. And my word count has continued to grow. I've forced myself to type out the necessary 1,200 words, 1,300 words, perhaps even 1,500 words per night- totally convinced that they are all of those terrible adjectives I listed above. But I kept typing.
I came to find out yesterday that, apparently, I am exactly where I’m supposed to be. Neil Gaiman wrote a pep talk for the nano people, which is so funny since I’m in the middle of Good Omens and absolutely LOVING it- concluding that he and Terry Pratchet are absolute Gods! But he wrote a pep talk describing what he went through while writing his Anansi Boys and guess what? Exactly what I’m feeling! There are his words, reading my mind:
"You don't know why you started your novel, you no longer remember why you imagined that anyone would want to read it, and you're pretty sure that even if you finish it it won't have been worth the time or energy and every time you stop long enough to compare it to the thing that you had in your head when you began---a glittering, brilliant, wonderful novel, in which every word spits fire and burns, a book as good or better than the best book you ever read---it falls so painfully short that you're pretty sure that it would be a mercy simply to delete the whole thing." (Copyright, I’m sure, Neil Gaiman per NaNoWriMo or something like that- just don't cite this to me so I don't get sued!)
And I’m thinking- he knows! Here is this wonderfully funny, intelligent, witty, entertaining, brilliant writer who I could never dream of emulating going through exactly the same doubts as me! What a revelation! That this- this terribly doubtful, uncomfortable, self-deprecating, why-can't-I-get-the-damned-story-to-flow-again phase is *gasp* normal! The relief, I can’t tell you.
So, I’m still writing. And I still feel so far from where I want to be but I force myself to keep putting down the words hoping that very soon I will feel that wonderful rush that comes when the story starts to flow again. When the words become a way to transport me to the scene, instead of just being lifeless letters on paper. When the characters have life and personalities and quirks. When the plot is interesting and exciting and fun. When I’ve gotten over the wall.
I’m not there yet, but I feel like I may be on the cusp. Here’s hoping.
See you on the other side of the wall.
(34,310 words and counting…)
Friday, November 13, 2009
More Lessons from NaNoWriMo
1) When you're using weird names that you made up, make a master list somewhere of how they're spelled because you're guaranteed to spell them 50 different ways by the end of 50,000 words and you probably won't remember where that extra i was supposed to go after about 10,000 of them. (And spell check is no help because it'll put a squiggly red line under all of them- because you made them up!)
2) Remember your props. If someone entered the cemetery with a donkey at the beginning of the scene, there should probably be some mention of him at the end of it. Even if the end is three pages later. And come to think of it, where was the donkey while all that craziness was going on, anyway?
3) Being sick, while giving you time off from work, is not actually conducive to bulking up the word count because although you have plenty of time on your hands you're going to be spending most of it in bed.
4) If you are in bed, for gods' sake keep a notepad there because if you get an idea whilst roaming the haze between asleep and awake you will not remember it by the time you sit down at your computer and can actually write it. Good ideas come to those who sleep. But they only stay with those who write them down!
5) Liking a character, or having your main character like them, is not a valid reason for not killing them off. In fact, it might be a good reason to do just that.
More to come, i'm sure.
(26,968 words and counting)
2) Remember your props. If someone entered the cemetery with a donkey at the beginning of the scene, there should probably be some mention of him at the end of it. Even if the end is three pages later. And come to think of it, where was the donkey while all that craziness was going on, anyway?
3) Being sick, while giving you time off from work, is not actually conducive to bulking up the word count because although you have plenty of time on your hands you're going to be spending most of it in bed.
4) If you are in bed, for gods' sake keep a notepad there because if you get an idea whilst roaming the haze between asleep and awake you will not remember it by the time you sit down at your computer and can actually write it. Good ideas come to those who sleep. But they only stay with those who write them down!
5) Liking a character, or having your main character like them, is not a valid reason for not killing them off. In fact, it might be a good reason to do just that.
More to come, i'm sure.
(26,968 words and counting)
Monday, November 9, 2009
More in the Life of Factin
Pratboy421: Cell mate sprange me from jail and brought me to a tavern where I met a man who fed me some kind of potion and bespelled me. Now i've apparently been bound as a slave working as a necromancer for a midget with a giant pig-faced man. It never ends!
(18,366 words and counting!)
(18,366 words and counting!)
Learning to Write
So, at the end of last week, after an inspriring beginning I found myself slowing down a bit. Last Friday, specifically, I choked out only 900 words (i've been averging at least 1,500 a day) and seriously thought of just skipping to the part of the plot I had in mind. It wasn't a firm stuck point- I got my daily quota in, technically. But I just wasn't feeling it. I was writing words for the sake of the word count, not because they were moving me forward plot wise.
With a good night's sleep and a fresh idea that came to me as I was waking up the next morning (which, come to think of it, seems to be when most of my ideas occur) I pushed through and got to a point where the story flowed again. Now, i'm actually- gasp!- starting to like it. I'm still not at the point of the plot where the story began in the role-play, but i'm closer than i've ever been to incorporating the characters I knew and the very vague plot points I remember into the story arc. And for the first time in... longer than I can remember, honestly- i'm enjoying the process of writing.
Now, some of you who haven't heard me bitch about writing may think "Wait, you're just starting to like writing? Then why'd you start writing in the first place?" The answer: because my writing Yoda recomeneded it. And my playwriting professor in college recomended it. And my literary teacher in high school recomended it. And everyone i've ever known who knew the first thing about writing told me the same thing: if you want to be good, you have to practice. It's that same old Carnegie Hall joke coming to bite me in the ass.
When I started this blog, I still hated writing. And as you can see, that hatred kept me from doing it as often as I knew I was supposed to. Partly because i'm so self critical that I usually can't write a single sentence without concluding that it's too stupid, poorly described, boring, un-funny or just plain bad to keep writing. And parlty because the idea of allowing myself to show any of my work, labeled with all of those adjectives, to another person was a nightmare.
Now, 8 full days into writing an actual novel at a faster pace than i've ever dreamed, i'm starting to be able to let all that crazy head-case stuff go and actually just write. To let my character be whetever he's going to be without concluding that it's stupid. To let my plot change shape and grow without trying to make it fit some idea of what I think it's supposed to be. To enjoy the random sentences or scenes that I really like, without worrying if they're too dramatic or not as funny as I think they are. To just fucking write.
I'm sure a big part of it is the word count looming over my head. 50,000 words is a lot and it goes a long way in stopping that reflexive need to erase what I think is crappy. If that crappy sentence or scene just got me 35 words closer to that huge goal i'm keepin' it! And a lot of it is the fact that I really, really want to complete this thing. I actually like this story. I don't know if anyone else will, but I do.
My writing Yoda said writing is best pursued by asking yourself what you want to read. I've liked reading about Factin. And i've discovered something absolutely wonderful and arguably even magic about writing: I make it happen. If I want something funny to happen, I can write it, and it happens. If I think someone should say this or do that, they say it or do it. If I really want to see some creepy looking pig man the size of an ogre chasing a little goat around a tiny room in a tavern then guess what? That pig faced ogre man is gonna chase that goat. (And he did in the story.) And I made it happen.
And what's more is that those great stories that I would have loved to death if this didn't happen or that character didn't die or the whole world didn't implode on itself (Thank you, Douglas Adams!)- that's not gonna happen to my story! If I don't want it to end that way, it's not gonna! So there!
My point is that for the first time, maybe in my whole life, i'm enjoying sitting down and telling a story. Who cares if anyone else thinks it's good? I like it. Silly, stupid, overdramatic, impossible, unintelligent and everything in between- it's my story, I can do whatever I please with it. And i'm gonna.
With a good night's sleep and a fresh idea that came to me as I was waking up the next morning (which, come to think of it, seems to be when most of my ideas occur) I pushed through and got to a point where the story flowed again. Now, i'm actually- gasp!- starting to like it. I'm still not at the point of the plot where the story began in the role-play, but i'm closer than i've ever been to incorporating the characters I knew and the very vague plot points I remember into the story arc. And for the first time in... longer than I can remember, honestly- i'm enjoying the process of writing.
Now, some of you who haven't heard me bitch about writing may think "Wait, you're just starting to like writing? Then why'd you start writing in the first place?" The answer: because my writing Yoda recomeneded it. And my playwriting professor in college recomended it. And my literary teacher in high school recomended it. And everyone i've ever known who knew the first thing about writing told me the same thing: if you want to be good, you have to practice. It's that same old Carnegie Hall joke coming to bite me in the ass.
When I started this blog, I still hated writing. And as you can see, that hatred kept me from doing it as often as I knew I was supposed to. Partly because i'm so self critical that I usually can't write a single sentence without concluding that it's too stupid, poorly described, boring, un-funny or just plain bad to keep writing. And parlty because the idea of allowing myself to show any of my work, labeled with all of those adjectives, to another person was a nightmare.
Now, 8 full days into writing an actual novel at a faster pace than i've ever dreamed, i'm starting to be able to let all that crazy head-case stuff go and actually just write. To let my character be whetever he's going to be without concluding that it's stupid. To let my plot change shape and grow without trying to make it fit some idea of what I think it's supposed to be. To enjoy the random sentences or scenes that I really like, without worrying if they're too dramatic or not as funny as I think they are. To just fucking write.
I'm sure a big part of it is the word count looming over my head. 50,000 words is a lot and it goes a long way in stopping that reflexive need to erase what I think is crappy. If that crappy sentence or scene just got me 35 words closer to that huge goal i'm keepin' it! And a lot of it is the fact that I really, really want to complete this thing. I actually like this story. I don't know if anyone else will, but I do.
My writing Yoda said writing is best pursued by asking yourself what you want to read. I've liked reading about Factin. And i've discovered something absolutely wonderful and arguably even magic about writing: I make it happen. If I want something funny to happen, I can write it, and it happens. If I think someone should say this or do that, they say it or do it. If I really want to see some creepy looking pig man the size of an ogre chasing a little goat around a tiny room in a tavern then guess what? That pig faced ogre man is gonna chase that goat. (And he did in the story.) And I made it happen.
And what's more is that those great stories that I would have loved to death if this didn't happen or that character didn't die or the whole world didn't implode on itself (Thank you, Douglas Adams!)- that's not gonna happen to my story! If I don't want it to end that way, it's not gonna! So there!
My point is that for the first time, maybe in my whole life, i'm enjoying sitting down and telling a story. Who cares if anyone else thinks it's good? I like it. Silly, stupid, overdramatic, impossible, unintelligent and everything in between- it's my story, I can do whatever I please with it. And i'm gonna.
Sunday, November 8, 2009
Another Day in the Life of Factin
Pratboy421: Entered a new city, got my first real job, was arrested for no reason whatsoever. Cell mate has the creepiest eyes i've ever seen and just found out i'm a necromancer. This can't be good...
(13,427 words and counting!!!)
(13,427 words and counting!!!)
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Daily NaNo Update
Pratboy421: Was almost killed by crazy religious zealots, called up a small army of undead to help me escape. May or may not have burned down my town in the process. Goodriddence.
(7133 words and counting...)
(7133 words and counting...)
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Factin's Story Twitter Update
Pratboy421: Went to my grandmother's funeral, cried myself to sleep. Woke up to find her sitting in my room, watched my father beat her to death, again. Got 'exorcised' for being a demon. Pretty sure that's just another word for torture.
(5,449 words and counting!)
(5,449 words and counting!)
NaNoWriMo
So, yesterday I started to write a little story about an old role play character for the blog. After about five paragraphs I realized the story, if I told it with anywhere near as much details as it demanded to be told in, was way too long for one post. Then I thought I could make a serial out of it. But I didn't like the idea because the last serial has yet to be concluded in over a month. Then I thought "hey- isn't it November?"
Now, i've never done National Novel Writing Month. Partly because of my debilitating self criticism which tells me everything I write is crap so if I do get a story idea I like I tend to pummel it to death with heavy, blunt cynicism. And partly because 1000 words a day is a lot for a person who doesn't write everyday. And partly because, let's face it: i'm just lazy.
But having spent the last couple of months getting into the habit of not only writing but posting things on a more regular basis than i've done in years I thought that maybe, just maybe, I might have a shot at it. Thanks to a pep talk from my writing Yoda I started typing and 2500 words later i'm feeling like I might just have a shot at it.
So i'm writing Factin's story. Factin is a cool dude. He's been through a lot. He will go through much more by the time i'm done. He deserves to be written about.
If you're doing NaNoWriMo and want to follow me there my username is Bevimus. I believe you can check my stats when you log on if you look for that username. If you're not doing NaNo I will be posting my daily word count on this site so you can follow my progress. I'll also let you know, if i'm so inclined, what Factin did that day in the form of a twitter-like post so you can follow his antics as well.
And if you have no idea what NaNoWriMo is, go here immediately: http://www.nanowrimo.org/
And I may even write a short story about something completely unrelated to all this from time to time throughout the month. But since my main focus is that 1000 words a day the posts will be brief, I suspect. But trust me, I am writing. My new mantra is: Shut up and type!
Wish me luck!
Now, i've never done National Novel Writing Month. Partly because of my debilitating self criticism which tells me everything I write is crap so if I do get a story idea I like I tend to pummel it to death with heavy, blunt cynicism. And partly because 1000 words a day is a lot for a person who doesn't write everyday. And partly because, let's face it: i'm just lazy.
But having spent the last couple of months getting into the habit of not only writing but posting things on a more regular basis than i've done in years I thought that maybe, just maybe, I might have a shot at it. Thanks to a pep talk from my writing Yoda I started typing and 2500 words later i'm feeling like I might just have a shot at it.
So i'm writing Factin's story. Factin is a cool dude. He's been through a lot. He will go through much more by the time i'm done. He deserves to be written about.
If you're doing NaNoWriMo and want to follow me there my username is Bevimus. I believe you can check my stats when you log on if you look for that username. If you're not doing NaNo I will be posting my daily word count on this site so you can follow my progress. I'll also let you know, if i'm so inclined, what Factin did that day in the form of a twitter-like post so you can follow his antics as well.
And if you have no idea what NaNoWriMo is, go here immediately: http://www.nanowrimo.org/
And I may even write a short story about something completely unrelated to all this from time to time throughout the month. But since my main focus is that 1000 words a day the posts will be brief, I suspect. But trust me, I am writing. My new mantra is: Shut up and type!
Wish me luck!
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