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Novel Day Thirty

November 30th, 2008 by

Last day for submission. Woke up in Muswell Hill after five hours kip and with a belly still full of Guiness. Still feel a bit rough now, but have now written fifty thousand and fifteen words (or a hundred or so more according to my official NaNoWriMo count up)! The daily writing is at an end and at the moment I feel extremely glad about that. Is the book in any fit state to be read by anyone yet? Not quite. I shall farm it around a couple of close chums who can point the blinding inaccuracies and how the whole things actually really dull, then, after a little light editing, I’ll be more than happy to send out copies to anyone who asks for one. As for what I wrote today, through my hangovery fug, I’m quite happy with the penultimate scene, though it does end more abruptly than I would have liked. Final scene is extremely short and sort of works, but might need to be both longer and not the enormous jarring inaccuracy in the timelines going on in it. Should be able to work that out. I think that there are three or four other scenes that I need to insert earlier in the book, as there’s one character who just drops out of the storyline never to be seen again and I quite liked her. She was feisty. Actually, all my female characters seem to be fairly feisty and have appaling potty mouths, while most of the menfolk are hopeless incompetents. I have essentially written an episode of Last of the Summer Wine. My life is complete.

Before I go I’d just like to thank everyone who has sent any encouraging emails. I would by name, but none of you ever sign the bloody things, so half of them are entirely anonymous. But seriously, thank you. There wereseveral occasions I was seriously considering jacking the whole thing in and the notes of support really did help me to see the light at the end of whatever murky tunnel I was dwelling in. Thnk you very much.

Don’t know what I’m going to write about tomorrow. Might have to go and get that scanner and start on a new Page of Fun…

Novel Day Twenty Nine

November 29th, 2008 by

Forty eight thousand three hundred. Two scenes to go. Must now go to London and hopefully return in time to finish up tomorrow. Fingers amongst other things are being crossed…

Novel Day Twenty Eight

November 29th, 2008 by

Started writing on here that I’d not managed a word today half an hour ago, as I hadn’t and was about to give up staring at a blank screen, but the act of writing those defeated words motivated me on to slap down a quick six hundred and finish the scene I left things on last night. Puts me a thousand behind, which is annoying, as is the fact that I’m working tomorrow morning and should be in London for the evening. Hopefully it’ll all come good in the afternoon. I fear that I’m falling into my old trap of losing interest when I know what’s going to happen. Always seems to occur, but I think there are enough surprises for me in store that it should motivate me to the end. Just worked out who was in the bed at the start. Never thought it would be them. Until the morrow…

Novel Day Twenty Eight

November 28th, 2008 by

Spent most of the evening stressing out that I might have dropped some friends at work in the shit, so utterly failed to put my brain into writing gear until gone ten. Had hoped to get three thousand done, only managed half that, which keeps me on track, but makes my finishing tomorrow look less likely. Which is a bit bum. Plus Chunky Dognoise has completed his and received his online trophy and everything, so congratulations to him. The rotter. His victory will hopefully spur me on to hit completion some time before the weekend. I really do hope so.

Novel Day Twenty Six

November 27th, 2008 by

Forty three thousand seven hundred’s today’s total. About five hundred above target, which is good, but not as much as I was hoping for. First thousand passed quite easily in a scene I ended up finding slightly unsettling, which is good. Succeeded in getting the two threads that need to get to Japan to Japan, but am now realising how little I know about the place that I’m trying very hard not to start in on the offensive racial stereotypes. Probably won’t work, but I’m trying, really I am. Could have done more, but haven’t been sleeping at all well, so will bid you adieu now. Must do lots tomorrow.

Novel Day Twenty Five

November 26th, 2008 by

Shocking day at work. Didn’t leave ’til gone seven. Went to pub. Perked up. Went home. Wrote eighteen hundred words, giving me a standing total of exactly 41,800, still ahead of the game. Plotted out how many more scenes I need to bring things to a conclusion – the whole thing probably should be more than 50,000 words, but I think if I truncate a coupe of plotlines it should all squeeze in. Completed the first person feminine, started on the deprogramming sequence, which might be a little tricky to pull off, and will have no basis in reality. Still unsure of what my real word count is. Hope to have a better idea tomorrow. Typing in clipped sentences. Don’t know why. Night.

Novel Day Twenty Four

November 25th, 2008 by

Wahoop! Back on track, mofos! Just over forty thousand at end of play today – about seventy words above target. And that’s on the lowest word counting version. That claims another five hundred on top. Still not sure what’s going on there – went through both side by side and can’t really see any obvious discrepancies. Will try something tomorrow in a hope of resolution. Slow start today as I was shattered and really couldn’t get going with the first person feminine, so instead made up lots of things about what a massive film archive might be like. Film archives are integral to the story, but this is the first time someone’s been in a proper one. Well, as proper as I could make it with no research whatsoever. Right must try and have an undisturbed night of sleep. Here’s hoping!

STOP PRESS!

November 24th, 2008 by

I’ve been saving what I’ve been writing in both Word on my shitty PC and in Google Documents. Out of curiosity I just tried the word count on Google (I’ve generally been checking it on Word up until now). Google claim that I have an extra five hundred words in there! I scanned through what I’ve uploaded there briefly and apart for a couple of dubious Microsoft signatures that appeared when I copied and pasted, everything else seems to be the same, unless I’ve accidentally deleted a couple of paragraphs from the Word document. I’ll try a more detailed comparison tomorrow, unless anyone knows off hand if Google’s counting skills are notoriously inaccurate. I’m not getting my hopes up, but an extra five hundred puts me only five hundred behind, which would be spectaularly good news. Please let me know if you, um, know. Ta.

Novel Day Twenty Three

November 24th, 2008 by

It’s been a mixed day, though considerably better than yesterday’s mixture of headaches and self pity. In an effort to economise I didn’t turn the heating on, being the only person in the house most of the day, so am consequently wearing three pairs of socks and spent some time typing wearing fingerless gloves. Back aches I still have no support for it here, but I shall cope. And what did all this pain give m? An end of day total of just over thirty seven thousand, about a thousand behind what my target was. I’m a little disappointed with myself for not making it there, but not ready to abandon things altogether just yet. A few good days next week (I don’t have any plans for the evenings as yet and will be trying to resist any invitations I might receive) and I should be on track to make the deadline. Ideally beat it as I ought to be in London on Saturday, though that would take some effort. Finished two scenes (no more to do as a play – boo) wrote a complete one and started a fourth which involves me attempting to write in the first person as a woman. It seems relatively accurate to my ear for dialogue thus far, though will almost certainly be decried as misoginistic claptrap my any members of the female species unfortunate enough to read it. Here’s hoping, eh kids! Right, if you want me I shall be akip.

Novel Day Twenty Two

November 23rd, 2008 by

More hungover than I should have been and a little glum over foreseen circumstances that I shall almost certainly never go in to, so only a thousand words produced. Still very behind, but sober despite the late hour. Tomorrow must be good, or I’m utterly shafted.