The Guardian
Monday, November 29, 2004
Saturday, November 27, 2004
Made it - 50693 words in 27 days.
Here are some vital stats:
Total hours spent writing 72.2
Average hours per day: 2.67
Average words per hour: 702
Average words written per day: 1877
Unfortunately the stats don't tell what a cruel drag, an awful strain or a terrible ordeal the month of November has been. Will I ever attempt NaNoWriMo again? Maybe one day when I have forgotten the terror, the boredem, the frustation it brings.
But I should also mention the satisfaction, the sense of achievement and accomplishment earned. 27 days ago I had an idea for a novel. Today, I have a novel. It's very rough, it has plot holes everywhere, bits are missing, but it has a beginning a middle and an end - and it's something to work from.
No matter what happens from here, I have finally written a novel.
Day 27 - Excerpt
‘Please, look – Tucker has to discredit me. He has to make you believe I’m lying-’
‘Well it’s not hard is it? Only a fool would come out with such a story-’
‘Exactly! You know me, Angie. When have I ever made up a good story?’
Angie crossed her arms. ‘Your stories suck.’ She tapped her foot. ‘Why would Tucker need to discredit you?’
Motion swallowed. ‘Can I have a drink?’ He’d need to do this right, with tact and sensitivity. He only had one chance, if he fired up her temper again she’d path him in, and he couldn’t blame her. That she’d given him this much time was a credit to her generosity.
'Tuckers a two timing, back-stabbing, lying sack of crap.’
Monday, November 22, 2004
Day Twenty Two
Well I wrote "The End" on day nineteen, so now I have to go back out fill out bits and pieces to make up my 50000 words.
From Chapter Four:
He hated coming here, it reminded him of childhood and of the Social Skills Principal’s Office, when he had been perhaps nine years old, powerless and at the mercy of an adults judgment. Principal Packard had very rarely punished him. His power lay in uncertainty, in the wait, in the unknown.