Week Two...otherwise known as PANIC! or, in my case: 'Can we get a move on, please?'
Needless to say, my story has been less than action-packed. Hopefully, things will change sometime very soon.
The Seventh day of the month bled into the Eighth with not a whole lot of change. I was able to use the whole Salvador character and episode to formally introduce my two main characters—as they had met once before but only in passing, as two strangers exchanging small talk. Heron has discovered the rather unorthodox work of Reise, the thief, and has used this information to black-mail her into attempting to break Salvador out of prison, under Reise’s advice. It’s a long story…Word Count (on the 8th): 18,161
Day Nine, Saturday, I ended up getting practically nothing accomplished—only a couple hundred words added to my count. I knew where I wanted the story to go and what needed to happen in the next few thousand words but wasn’t too excited to actually write any of it. Word Count: 18,487
Day Ten. Upon observing a small piece of debris idling on my computer keyboard, I paused in my writing to expunge the offending obstruction via the expulsion of used oxygen and discarded carbon monoxide. The effort, much to the overall dismay of my proficient solution, resulted at the end with the obstacle proceeding to cover beneath the approximate vicinity of the right-hand ‘shift’ key upon my computer’s typing and information distributing surface. Despite the rather unprecedented consequence of relaying a boost in combined cranial function, this occurrence proceeded to inhibit my overall word-to-time ratio due to the unfortunate, though relatively minor, discombobulating effect it proposed upon my ability to convey the correct punctuation and accurate grammatical strength in my writing. Needless to say, this hindered my story somewhat. (But, as you can see, made for a great example of the wonderful uses a thesaurus can have in stretching one’s vocabulary to the limits.) (Translation: a bit of something—possibly a crumb of some kind—became wedged underneath my key and makes it difficult to use that particular key very much.) Word Count: 19,032
Day Eleven came and went most wonderfully. At long last I was able to tell a rather abbreviated version of the events surrounding the basis and background of my story—namely, the history of the city’s founder and the reason for the city to be built. This covered an entire chapter and I skipped a lot because I utilized my MC’s giving of an oral report to tell this particular version of the facts and, thus, didn’t feel right going into some of the details which everyone in the MC’s class obviously would have already known. I did manage to cheat that a bit, however, to the pleasing effect that I have left my imaginary-potential readers with at leas a bit more information than they had previously Has anyone ever noticed that it is often hard to pull your mind out of your story enough to remember exactly what facts you still need to tell the readers so that they understand what’s happening? Word Count: 22,990
Day Twelve was rather a disappointment. I simply didn’t write anything for no good reason whatsoever—except, possible, the fact that it was Monday and I already had enough words to keep me comfortably afloat until sometime on Wednesday. The only writing result I had was a bit of ‘editing’ to fix a few typos I had found and which bothered me, as well as to clarify some things. The result, and I’m not entirely certain how this happened, but the result was that I had actually lost two words. Word Count; 22,988
Day Thirteen dawned with unexpected challenge outside of the writing world and I had to postpone all such work until late in the evening hours due to some unforeseen circumstances involving livestock. When I sat down to write, at last, I found that I simply had no desire to go on. I’ve not yet arrived at that place where I despise my tale with enough passion to throw the whole thing out and I feel that this is very healthy, indeed. That point may not come about until three fourths of the way into the month and we are not quite half-way at the moment. Still, my writing felt listless even though I knew where I wanted the story to go. I just wasn’t interesting in writing that part. I considered skipping ahead, but that felt dishonest so I forged on, writing what felt utterly boring and useless, but driving my story onward so as to at least come to a point again which I diddesire to write. Word Count: 24,221
The Fourteenth brought on an entire new episode of action and suspense to be placed somewhere near the end of the story—as if I didn't have enough pending adventure for the end of the story and not nearly enough for the beginning. Word-Count: 25,971
The Fifteenth arrived and my story had yet to pick up any speed. Although words come fairly easily, the story itself is slower than the dripping of molasses in wintertime--as some would say. Word Count: 26,70
So, here's hoping that the following days will bring more of the excitement I had planned for this year's noveling month.
How goes it for my fellow writers who have crazily accepted this challenge to write 50,000 words over the course of thirty sleep-depraved, caffeine over-dose headache achieving, this-piece-of-lint-is-more-fascinating than-my-story days? For your sake, I hope your stories are more exciting than mine is currently. Happy writing!