Book of the Week / IT MUST BE MINE: Terry Pratchett’s Discworld Imaginarium.

Terry Pratchett’s Discworld Imaginarium comes out on the 23rd, and all hail the power of a weak pound; a signed copy is apparently significantly cheaper on this side of the pond. In fact, lemme go put it on the Wish List, because Christmas is coming up in six weeks. It looks very very pretty…

AND SO, ADIEU… pardon me.  Just my little joke.  And so, adieu to… The Princess Bride? Must have never replaced the link on the sidebar, last week. Ach, well.

NaNoWriMo, Day 13: 1737/18630.

Not a typo; yesterday’s total was a typo (I looked at the wrong number). Still, I’m only down 3000 words at this point.  I guess I’ll come up with something that bridges the gap in the narrative between what I wrote yesterday and what I wrote today.  I wasn’t sure how to get from where I was to where I wanted to go, so I wrote out where I wanted to go in the hopes that it would give an idea on how to get there.  I think that it may have worked, too. We’ll see.

NaNoWriMo, Day 11: 1667/18337.

We’re all spreadsheeted up in this stuff now, mind you.  Got a scene out of my head and onto the words that came out fairly well, I think.  Also, had to look stuff up.  I’m trying my best not to research anything on general principles, but sometimes I have to.

Eighteen thousand words. Lord have mercy. No, really, that would be great, Lord.

Book of the Week: The Final Winter.

Admittedly, I haven’t been reading many books this week — I’m trying to write one, after all — but Iain Rob Wright’s The Final Winter isn’t half bad. The concept is not as original as I suspect that he believes it is; in In Nomine terms, I’d say that it’s set in a Dark, high-contrast, reversed campaign*. But it’s a good, quick read and it entertained.

And so, adieu to The Princess Bride.

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NaNoWriMo, Day 11: 1737/15226.

I thought, actually, that I would just write out a few hundred words and claim (my thankfully clearing up) sickness to excuse the rest.  But I got back into the groove.  I’m still a couple of thousand words behind, but we’ve stopped the falling.

NaNoWriMo, Day 9: 535/1044/13489.

I am, alas, sick. I caught whatever kept my youngest kid out for two days earlier this week, and I am shamelessly combining the prologue that I should have been counting all along with my actual wordcount to come up with today’s number. And now I will probably put up a music video and go to bed.

But I wrote something!  I didn’t just use being sick as an excuse not to. Gotta keep plugging away at this.

NaNoWriMo, Day 8: 629/12445.

As I noted earlier and yesterday: I took my wife out for our anniversary this evening.  I am pleased that I got this many words out, particularly since there was wine with both dinner and desert. The important thing was to sit down for at least an hour and work. Which I have done, so I suspect that I will be sleeping soon.