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.

NaNoWrimo, Day 3: 1860/5057.

I woke up this morning and figured out what the book is going to be about. Not the plot, because I more or less knew the plot already.  What I hadn’t figured out was the style and conceit of it all.  But once I knew what was going on, it was somewhat easier to get the words out.

Although that may be the flu shot.  ‘Flu-like symptoms?’ Oh, my, yes. I don’t know whether to crash for a day, or go back tomorrow for another dose.

Day 2 of NaNoWriMo: 1592/3196.

1600 words seems to be more or less how much I can do right now without an insurmountable struggle. It’s all clunky and contrived, of course; and I’ve decided to embrace the No Real Research rule and punch it up to eleven.  But, to paraphrase what a guy once said in Stephen King’s book It: it may end up being a crappy novel, but hopefully it’ll no longer be an unfinished crappy novel. Everybody should have one of those in his or her files.

Day One of NaNoWriMo: 1600 words.

I know that it’s supposed to be 1633, or something like that?  But it’s the first day, and considering that I had to deal with day-after-Halloween sugar crashes, Date Night, and what was almost a child medical emergency, I think that 1,600 words is very credible. Hopefully I’ll be able to get an even better rhythm flowing as I go.

Guess we’ll see.

Moe Lane

PS: Alas, I suspect that other creative work will suffer this month.  Sorry about that: I’ll try to glean more stuff from my archives. But, again, I’m actually trying to write a novel, here.