Man… this was heavy lifting. I had to push out since I won’t be able to write again till Monday. So today’s total wordcount is:
That is just under 12,000 words in a 24 hour period, excluding sleep, going out of town for dinner with parents, a trip to the store, cooking and trying to keep from developing a deep vein thrombosis.
Not bad… not bad at all.
Just keep typing… just keep typing.
A excerpt from “The Price of Mendacity”. Chapter 11
“Von?” Gamlefar asked without preamble, “I hear you indulging in some unscheduled athletics last night.” He looked at the broken ankle in its clumsy splint.
“I was trying to, Jah, Herr,” Von replied, a smile on his lips at his own folly, steadfastly refusing to look at his father. Rann took that moment to excuse herself, going out onto the veranda, watching Gamlefar like one watches a dangerous animal. Wanting to stay but very sure she should not be seen. Joost went out through the suite door. Only Von, Lorelei, Gamlefar and Gamlemor remained. The two women watched the exchange in increasing horror.
“At three in the morning? What were you doing on the fairgrounds then?”
“I was running the boom, jumping from log to log. They got too fast for me now.”
“Because you were drunk,” Gamlefar said accusing his son. His voice a flat piece of iron. Von turned to address his father with a rebellious arrogance on his face.
“Sober, I would not have even attempted running on the dock,” he responded, then turned back to storm watching.
I wonder if anyone will be able to guess what I am adapting? 🙂
NaNoWriMo project progress is going well.
As of 11/10
Wordcount: 19554 (Yes I updated a few seconds too late for it to count all on the 10th but who cares?)
11 chapters so far, and so far I’m happy. I’ll cringe with how bad my writing is after I am done.
I did not realize how much anxiety and pain this election was causing me. How much had it been distracting me? Lots. The last few days, I’ve been grateful to not write, but sat there vegging out to Guild Wars 2 or working. (And let me tell you the survey of almost 100% of truckers who hated Hillary and loved or begrudgingly wanted Trump was a constant bombardment.) I could not focus or concentrate on my NaNoWriMo project or even think of putting up posts.
But now it’s done. Hillary has been defeated, and I can breath a sigh of relief that my nightmare will not be visited upon this nation or the world. I have kept my politics mostly out of here because I know I do not share a popular view in the literary world. So, this is all I am going to say about the election other than to point out why I’ve been lagging in my posts and creative output. It was taking a lot of my attention and fortitude to survive this and all the other stuff bombarding me. I will also keep my schadenfreude elsewhere for the sake of those not interested in politics but want to just enjoy fantasy and writing travels… and travails. 😉
NOW…. Back to regularly scheduled insanity.
Daisy sez: Much happy. So relief. Extreme wow.
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Five days in, and binge writing is still the order of the day.
I discovered quickly I cannot dictate. My mind just refuses… REBELS even… at speaking out in prose. I need my fingers. But I have decided to use Google Docs for a little, to see how well this will work. And I’ve downloaded Scrivener to transfer my work to… ultimately.
So here’s how it sits:
…and rising. I’m not done for the day till I get closer to my goal of 10k.
What I am finding odd is that since this is an adaptation, I’m going back pretty regularly to the source material to go over it as I write. This is slowing me down a lot more than expected, but it’s nice to see it flow none the less.
Yep, late last night between tables of drunk Halloween revelers a few of us gathered to have pie, coffee, talk and write, and I kicked off with 2245 of a first draft. Here’s the first page of the first draft to tease.
“The Price of Mendacity”
An Akiniwazi novella
The sweet cool burn of alcohol washed down Von’s throat, cheers from years gone by rang in his mind. Under his bare feet, the wood of the dock was worn smooth by years of use. It was comforting. Its solid cool indifference to his presence was gratifying, and soothed the roil of his conscience. The last droplets drained from the stone jug resting in the hook of his arm as he finished off the drink. Empty, he let it fell with careless ease to the dock. It bounced once and rolled over the side and into the pond with a hollow splash.
Von ran his unsteady hand through his damp blond hair that stretched down between his shoulderblades. His scruffy unkempt beard reeked of beer and mead and even some Aquavit from the hours of drinking alone. His trousers muddy from various trips and falls as he made on his way out to the Fotrishkode festival grounds. The sky above was filled with the green, blue, and yellow feathers of the Aurora Borealis which spun and turn, eclipsing all the stars that could be seen on the warm spring evening. Below his feet, the ripples of the dropped jug spread across the glass smooth pond, making the swirling light from above smoothly ripple. It was magical.
He stood for a time he could not determine staring at the wonders of nature. The sky and water mirror images, separated by the hard black frame of tall pines and birch, thick with new leaves and high with the scents of early summer. The crickets sang and the frogs trumpeted from every side, silent on for a moment as the ripples passed.
Von stood alone, swaying to the music of the glorious night.