In which I chronicle a day of NaNoWriMo

So today I decided to do something different. I’m going to keep my blog up and open, and at various times during the day I’m going to post here as to how NaNo is going. Things like that. So, here, at 11:44 in the morning, about half an hour after I got up (I was up late last night struggling over Unforget and fussing about the election so they let me sleep in), I am at 11, 704 words and have written 66 of them this morning. Let’s see how this goes.

11:50 and my heart is already crumbling into little dusty pieces…poor Cayne… Song of the minute: Who Painted the Moon Black by Haley Westenra

12: 07 and I just got back in from checking the mail. I had a beautiful pair of silver chopsticks waiting for me in the mail from one beautiful Amanda Bradburn – I know they’re for eating with, but they’re currently in my hair. Thank you, Amanda ♥ Song of the moment: Tonight by MBLAQ.

2: 07. Just took a break to watch an episode of Jericho with Mom, back to writing. Song of the moment: Red by Taylor Swift

3: 05. Sitting here. The ideas. They are not coming. Right! I could throw some more danger in… Song of the moment: IF This was a Movie by Taylor Swift

3: 33. My sister made fudge. Enough said. Song of the moment: If Today was Your Last Day by Nickelback.

4:00. Word war with Emily begins. Song of the Moment: Nillili Mambo by BlockB.

4: 45. Word war with Emily ends. She has 599 words. I have 700. We were close. Song of the Moment: This is War by MBLAQ.

At the end of the day, my stats were as follows –

I ended up focusing on writing and kind of forgot to update this most as often as I wanted, but oh well. It’s about writing in my novel, not on my blog (as much as I love blogging). How’s your NaNo coming? Are you feeling hyped, or discouraged?


Adventures in NaNoLand, Day Five

So today I slept in, did chores, and went to the zoo. We had a blast, of course; the weather was perfect and I got a peppermint mocha because I AM REMEDIATED AND NO LONGER ALLERGIC TO MILK. Ahem. However, that whacked a great big chunk of NaNo time out of my day – the instant we got home I sat down at the computer and started writing. And then it was dinner, and then we watched two episodes of Jericho (so what if I’ve already seen them twice; I have loyalties, you know) and then I sat BACK down at the computer. I figured I was in for a late night. Oh; and while we watched Jericho I finished my picture of CAAAYYYNNEE! (I know, finally. I’ve been drawing Vey all the time and he isn’t even my NaNo character – Cayne is! Though…I DID draw Vey yesterday, since I didn’t like the way the previous picture was turning out, soooo – I guess you get to see TWO drawings!)

Here is Cayne, looking, as my mom said, ‘crazy and horrified’ which is exactly what I wanted him to look like –

And here is Vey, looking a little bit cold in a snazzy leather buckle outfit thingy.

So, yes. Drawing relieves my NaNo stress (except for when I smudge. Then I get quite irritated). Anyhow, at the end of the day (meaning about eleven o’clock at night) I had reached my word count for the day and therefore I feel pretty content. I passed 11,000 words!! (And seriously, why is it always during NaNo that you get swamped by all these other ideas? To paraphrase a great composer, “It’s all I can do not to trip over them when I get up in the morning!”)

Here’s an excerpt from today’s short chapter. I do love these two.

            “Who was that?” I asked as he strode back over to me, stepping over long weeds with longer legs, and handed me back my phone.

            “A friend.”

            “You have friends?” I hadn’t actually meant to say that out loud, but he only gave me a dark expression that was like a sigh personified. “Where are we going?”


            “Okay,” I said, calculating the distance in my head. Math had never been my strong point. “That’s going to take us…it’s about…”

            “We’ll be there probably late tomorrow or early the next morning,” Cayne interrupted.

            I rolled my eyes. “I could have figured it out, you know.”

            “I don’t have all day.” He started walking again.

            “Sink me, the man has a tongue and knows how to use it,” I said, jogging behind him. He looked at me over his shoulder with an expression that made me start laughing. “You know what I meant,” I reprimanded, pointing a finger at him.

            A ghostlike smile turned the corner of his mouth up again. “Chit.”

            “Psycho,” I said, and wondered if this was the first baby step toward becoming something like civilized travelling companions.  

And there; I am off to bed now so I can wake up in the morning and begin this cycle once again. Lather, rinse, repeat.

Adventures in NaNoLand, Day Three

Despite being gone until about three thirty this afternoon, I managed to get my daily quota in and finish the third chapter in Unforget! I tell you, having a reading team is the best thing for my motivation and accountability. I honestly couldn’t wish for anything better. Anyway, this chapter was fun to write – full of the beginnings of Moon’s snarky personality and also the beginnings of their perfect teamwork. (Only beginnings, mind you. This part included Moon arguing with herself and Cayne and being chased up a roof.)

Here are my stats for the day –

Here’s a snippet from chapter three –

I laughed. I knew death wasn’t funny, but the situation was so bizarre that I couldn’t help myself. “So you accidentally killed a memory lord and fought with who? Byou?” He nodded. “Byou’s a freak.” He nodded again. “Did you kill him?” This time he shook his head. “No wonder you got smashed up, if you fought Byou. He’s part cyborg, you know.”

            “Another thing I was unaware of that it would have been amazingly helpful to know,” he growled, “before I went in there.”

            “You didn’t ask,” I said defensively.

            He looked as if he was going to reply with something angry, but he leaned over, clutching his head instead. “Aaagh.”

            “Okay, how exactly are you hurt?” I asked with a faint sigh. The guy had gotten me into a freakishly large mess, but I couldn’t let him sit there looking pitiful.

            He looked at me over his shoulder and stood up. “I’m fine.”

            “You aren’t fine. You look like a wreck. You are a wreck!”

            He stood up, looking as if he was about to fall over into the water if a strong enough wind blew up. I shouldn’t have thought about wind, because the second I did, it blew stronger and I realized that I was going to turn into a human-shaped icicle if I didn’t get warm.

            Cayne walked up the steps and I followed him. “Where are you going?” I asked.


            I fought the urge to punch his back. “We’re going to get hypothermia if we don’t get warm.”

            He said nothing. I think it was supposed to be a silent indicator to leave him alone, but I was too wound up. I mean, I was soaking wet in the middle of November, I’d been chased by guys who worked for possibly the most evil man I knew – or had known, I thought after a second – and now here I was with what I was convinced was some sort of thin demon in my dad’s coat.

            “Hello!” I grabbed his arm, aggravated to the shouting point. “What is your problem?”

            “Your face!” He jerked his arm away from mine.

            I paused. “What about it?”

            “I can see it.”

            For a stranger who had done nothing but cause problems, kill people and pull me into a mess in the space of a few hours, he was a master at getting under my skin. “You aren’t exactly perfect yourself,” I snapped. “Look at the mess you’ve gotten me into! I can’t even go back home because those blinkers know where I live!”

And I don’t have a completed picture to show you tonight, but I have half of one. Guess who 🙂

That’s all for tonight, folks! Say goodnight, Gracie.