Tag: NaNoWriMo 2011
Word Count: 21,255 
Total Word Count: 50,016 (Delta: +2,089)
So I totally took a hiatus from updating. I’m sorry. Things just got so overwhelming that I was barely meeting my word count and I didn’t feel like trying to write-up posts after spewing forth more and more words. I actually had to play catch up a lot during the last half because I got almost no writing done during the weekends, which always put me back. And of course I think the draft is a stinking pile of shit. But it is fifty thousand words worth of shit that maybe sometime into the future I’ll actually turn into a novel. Sometime far in the future.
Everybody seems rather close! Sithwith13 and Jeana_Beana isn’t far behind. A friend of mine who didn’t participate but set himself a goal of 25,000 words attained it the other day so congratulations to him too! To everybody else, keep at it! There’s only a few hours left but you can do it!
Next I start finishing up Everlasting. Hopefully this little break has help me get some of my juice back. Also I’ll be writing Science Future articles again over on Escape Pod. Free Writing might also start appearing again, although likely not as frequently as before. We shall see.
Word Count: 1,719 
Total Word Count: 28,761 (Delta: +2,089)
Writing was alright today. I wrote myself, kinda, out of my hole, but the last two or three scenes are complete crap. Mostly me writing through my character’s thoughts on the prior situation that should be summed up in one scene max. Not three. Not enough going on. Only one character. If this was first person it’d be alright and easier to write I think. But I am somewhat at a loss for lengthening out the mystery about what is going on. I’m wondering if I even should. I’m kinda feeling like the last action scene I wrote should open the book, not be twenty thousand words in.
Sithwith13 and I are keeping neck and neck! This has me so excited. I’m kinda worried for the rest of my buddies who haven’t been updating their counts. I”m not sure if that means they’re just not updating or if they aren’t writing. Come on guys! We’re half way there!
Big excerpt today! So what do the people of Fang Pass wear?[spoiler show="Click here to show the Excerpt"]
Deborah was less interested in the people she saw as what they were wearing. Most of the clothing worn by the people she passed were typical autumn affairs. One of the odd aspects of Fang Pass was the extremes its weather took, despite its regulairty. While The South was mostly a uniform temperate climate, north of the mountains weather seemed to takea turn for the extremes. Each day was either hot or cold, regulated primarily by the season, and each night could also be hot or cold, independenat of of the day but also regulated primarily by the season. Summer and winter were easily guessed. Summer days were more often searing hot to just hot while winter days were more often freezing to just cold. It was autumn and summer that made things so difficult with their shifting weather pattern.
This meant that clothing needed to be highly capable of configuring itself between hot or cold as needed. This meant that most clothing was designed to be highly configurable. Jackets had flaps that could be folded or unfolded, linings that could be removed, and fastenings for letting gloves dangle from the sleeves. A particular style of vest that allows one to attach sleeves was popular for a single season before everyone realized the bother and problem of finding matching colored sleeves. Pants and skirts followed similar designs, allowing a raising of the hemlines as needed to provide cooling or lowering to insulate. Removable pant legs were not uncommon and the latest vogue for skirts that had Rosa thrilled were layered contraptions which allowed one to tie up the layers at the waist to expose the under skirt in the heat.
Simple layers of clothing were still common but modularity had mostly won out. Smaller acruments often hung from a villager of fang pass, especially during village duties during the colder season. Belts and buckles worn across the chest, around the waist, or even the hip or arm, allowed one to expand their pockets for tools or supplies for their duty for the day, but take them off when they got too heavy or hot.
This meant that Deborah mostly saw light jackets hanging open and skirts pulled high but it being closer to summer than winter left the one item she really wanted to see, a cloak, in the closets. The figure the prior night had been wearing a cloak. She had surmised while preparing for the day that if the creature had indeed been a werewolf, it might have decided to try and enter the village as a human. It was not unknown. It was also suicide, with so many Clergy in attendance, all of them trained to know the signs of darkness claiming someone’s spirit and body. This creature, however, had already shown a willingness to enter the village proper despite the dangers, likely under the knowledge that her father and half the Clergy were off hunting its kind.
Word Count: 7,178 
Total Word Count: 27,051 (Delta: +2,046)
And I yet still succeed! Nay I am ahead! The last two days of writing have been somewhat torturous while writing, even though I get my word count only to realize that not much time has passed. I find this an odd situation. Writing is progressing. I don’t like what I’m actually writing. I desperately want to make more of an outline but I am on NaNo time and I still want to get more things done. I no longer have day time work obligations but now I need to catch up on the stuff I didn’t do last week. I honestly didn’t even realize I had already passed the half way point! Woo!
Heeee! I’m leading the charge among all my buddies for most words written. I’m only leading by around two thousand words but this makes me rather happy. Most of my friends are a little behind though, which worries me. Come on guys, we’re nearing the final stretch. You gotta get that word count up before the holiday (if you’re in America)!
[spoiler show="Click here to show excerpt"]
“The most likely scenerio is that someone broke into my bedroom. They wanted to steal something. The clawmarks could be from some kind of artifical appendage or climbing tool,” she mused as she began gathering her discarded clothing. With her ribs she wouldn’t be able to do any heavy lifting but she could at lest push her desk out of the middle of her room. “But we know something climbed the wall last night. Is it possible that something decided to break into my room?”
Deborah decided as she gathered up her books and writing supplies that this was not illogical. “If my memories are to be trusted, the creature ran away from me, even when it knew I was chasing it. It was either scared of me or it was trying to lead me to the village. It had no obvious motivation of the later, so perhaps the former. If it was a werewolf. It somehow knew my father was off hunting. It saw me in the forrest. It decided to steal into the village to break into the house.”
Word Count: 5,601 
Total Word Count: 19,873 (Delta: +1,536)
Sorry sorry! Work has been so hectic that I’ve really only given myself just enough time to get my word each day before rushing off to finish it. Hence no real update post. You’re getting an abbreviated one right now as I’m about to go have some fun for the first time in about a week, assuming you don’t count NaNoWriMo as fun. Heh.
Writing is going okay. I know it has problems. But I’m allowed to suck. The last two days were a breeze. Today wasn’t too bad. I find I write description really really quickly. Exposition a little less so. Dialog and action I slow down considerably. I seem to be almost the exact opposite of all the other writers I know, who can churn out dialog like they were writing plays.
Still I’ve made my word count each day, despite excessive working. I’m totally hanging on to my “I am writer!” title.
Speaking of writers, everybody seems to be doing a great job on my list. A few people are a little behind here and there but nothing they can’t catch up on this weekend. Sithwith13 has once again retaken her lead according to the website but I also know sigmad hasn’t been updating and is actually supposedly a day ahead. I wouldn’t bet on him too quickly however as I also know that the game Skyrim is going to kill off that lead, more than likely tonight.
It’s been awhile so here is an extra long excerpt. Reminder this is completely unedited. See how bad raw writing can be!
[spoiler show="Click to read"]
They arrived just in time for the pyre and the fire was just begin stoked to it’s full brightness. A small crowd had gathered but far more than Deborah had been expecting. When a person died, it was well known that what had made the person a person had somehow passed on to become apart of the Spirit. This was proven mostly by the living dead, who rose and attacked the living indiscrimently, be they strangers or loved ones of the prior body’s aquatinence. This was why all bodies were desposed of quickly as possible in a pyre. Loved ones and friends were encouraged to attend and share in the celebration of the dead one’s life and, if the gatherer was particularly devote, their joining with the Spirit.
Fang Pass was a small village. Everybody was at least some kind of an aquatinence if they stayed longer than a week. So when someone died, more often than not the entire village showed up to the pyre. Last night had been an exception, since the clergy and militia had been on duty, and Deborah herself had been in quarentine. So the crowd was made up mostly of people who couldn’t have attended the pyre of the servitor the prior night. Deborah guessed, however, that there were more than that. Some looking to pay their respects again, or perhaps just find something to help lighten their mood.
Since there was no body for a second pyre, small effigies were to be created by the attenddees. Traditionally this would take the form of a twig doll wrapped with the gather’s own hair but that had given way to more metaphorical effigies. Fang Pass in particularly perfered to burn symbols. Words or images written on paper to the deceased or a small personal item, that burned, that reminded the burner of the one who had died.
Word Count: 3,517 
Total Word Count: 12,468 (Delta: +799)
So no update yesterday. Yesterday took me two and a half hours to get my word count. I also wrote at home, which was proving to be far more distracting than not working at home. Today was significantly faster at the normal restaurant where my writing group meets, it only took me an hour and a half to reach my word count. I still have a pretty small buffer which I’m hoping to improve this coming weekend.
My Anomalous Writing group buddy, sigmad, has actually overtaken my other writing buddy, sithwitch13! Which I find amazing. Of course the day isn’t over and knowing Sithwitch she’ll update again before the night is through. Either way they are both well ahead of the word count, so congratulations to both of them!
Word Count: 1,761 
Total Word Count: 8,951 (Delta: +616)
Writing was rather hard today. Weekends are always hard. I had a particular distraction since I had family and significant others over who wanted to spend time with me, understandably. Yet and prevailed. But I also have to cut this update short for those exact reasons. Here’s a quick excerpt.
Also one annoyance. The NaNo site is once again not very responsive. I find this aggravating and I wonder what kind of pressure they get that will break their site every year so regularly.
[spoiler show="Click to view Excerpt"]
The library had been managed by Servitor Williams. It was his pet project, since his healing skills were not needed too often, and his spirtual gudience skills less so. Fang Pass was a village of hard working farmers, explorers, miners, and the like. As a rule, they accepted the reality of the world, rather than ascribing to dogma. Even her father was not a particularly religious man despite having been apart of the Clergy for most of his life. Nobody, however, could deny that the Church’s skill and faith had done humankind a service. It was the Church that provided the Clergy, an organization of men and women trained to hunt the deadliest and most cunning of creatures that preyed upon humanity. Zombies were the most common threat, even in the cities.
Werewolf packs were the next most common threat but mostly in the outer territories such as Fang Pass. Other fauna that roamed the land such as wolves, bears, and shocker lizards made venturing outside the wall a hazardous past time, which is exactly what the Clergy was tasked to do. The Clergy provided protection for any and all to travel between human civilizations. They setup a network of message bearers between the city states and villages that eventually formed the kingdoms. Some territory, like the cities, were considered safe enough that people could walk around without even needing to carry weapons or signal horns.
Word Count: 1,916 
Total Word Count: 7,190 (Delta: +522)
And we’re roaring along. Took me about two and a half hour today though. I blame it on being a Friday. Only a quick update this time because I have other stuff to do. I’ll write during the weekend but you might not seem me post about it. We’ll see!
Hope everybody is doing great. If you’re behind, there’s nothing like the weekend to catch up!
Word Count: 1,733 
Total Word Count: 5,274 (Delta: +274)
I seem to be faring pretty well. It’s taking me about an hour and a half to two hours to meet my word count. Again I couldn’t write a bit longer or give myself some time to fill some of my outline but the story isn’t too bad so far, I think. I’m definitely taking notes of how to improve it as I go. Right now I’m trying to figure out how to seed the ending I really want.
My writing buddies are doing awesomely. jagmunoz and sithwitch13 are both ahead of the word count. sigmad isn’t too far behind and is likely going to catch up this weekend, if I know how he works. sleary hasn’t reported a word count but I know she’ll ping several thousand words here soon.
[spoiler show="Click to read the excerpt"]
She realized she had been so focused on her father that she had lost track of the zombies she was distracting with her presence. She whipped her head around to see the fresher of the pare crouching slightly. She brought her crossbow around to point at it, fired, and struck it right in the chest, which did nothing to stop it from tackling her.
The smell had been unbearable when they were feet away. Now with one atop her, it was unbearable. She vomited, spitting directly into the zombie’s face. At the same time she began struggling for her life. She let go of her cross bow and grabbed for her knife, putting it between the zombie’s face and her. The most dangerous part of a zombie was its mouth. A single bite was a death sentence so she did her best to make sure that wasn’t going to happen. Her chest was heaving involtunarily and her eyes were watering both from the vomiting and the stench but she had to make sure it also didn’t get a grip on her by pushing and moving.
She was screaming and she thought her father was yelling. She didn’t have the space to stab the zombie. It was now squirming atop her, trying to push itself up so it could get a proper bite. She kept the blade in its face, pushing its face away while kicking and pushing its arms out from under him. Then it gabbed the blade of the knife and wrenched it from her hands. The blade cut across her forhead as he pulled it away and her vision went red. She was gagging now. She could feel the zombie managing to sit up. It moaned, it’s horse dry voice promising to devour her. She punched and kicked feebily under its weight and cried for it to stop.
Word Count: 1,667 
Total Word Count: 3,541 (Delta: +207)
So writing was a little easier today. I was just continuing the scene from yesterday. I didn’t find time to work on more outline, which is troubling, but I did have an idea of what to do next. So I’m not fumbling too much. Writing group isn’t as large as it was last year, with only two of us showing up physically, but we’re keeping each other going. Internet members are always hard to goad on, sadly.
A quick shout out to jagmunoz, laura_williams, and sithwitch13 for keeping up their word count on the NaNoWriMo webpage. I also have it on good authority that sigmad is only a few hundred words behind. A special not to sithwitch13 who has a whopping 5,441 words. Way to go and stop making the rest of us look like slackers! ;)
[spoiler show="Click for Excerpt"]Zombies were not really all that dangerous individually even when they were fresh and they only got worse the more they ripened. The group that was covering on them was small compared to the hordes that used to throw themselves at the walls and most of them looked like they had been dead a long time. A zombie’s main advantage was that it took a large amount of effort to kill a single zombie. They seemed immune to pain and were unfatiguable. So while one person took the time to kill a single zombie, several more could easily just shamble up next to them and lunge. The second advantage a zombie had was that they were strong. One a zombie had a grip on someone it was often easier to cut off the zombie’s hand than to pry yourself away. The best tactics when taking on a zombie horde was to skirmish. Move in and attack and then move away. Keep moving so they have to follow you, attack when they weren’t prepared to lunge. This worked best in teams so each person didn’t have to worry about being ambushed.[/spoiler]
Word Count: 1,874 
Total Word Count: 1,874 (Delta: +207)
(For the uninitiated, Word Count is how much I’ve written since my last update and the number in brackets is how many days it has been since my last update. Total Word Count is how many words are in my novel. Delta is how many words /should/ be in my novel by now, working off the formula of (Total Word Count – (1667*Day of the Month))
And so the insanity begins! Took me two and a half hours to get that written. I’m rusty. Also for account keeping I’m changing the working title I announced in an earlier post from Zombie Steampunk Werewolf to Werewolf Zombie Steampunk (or WZS) just for accounting purposes.
I don’t have the outline that I had for Zombie Steampunk/Everlasting, so I am starting out really rough this year. I don’t have the time to really write an outline tonight, so I might have to take a lot of extra time tomorrow and do some more fleshing out. Nothing like being under the gun! The Great Swampy Middle is going to kick my butt I’m almost sure of it.
Also Free Writes will be suspended for the length of NaNoWriMo. My apologies. I’ll try to write excerpts as much as possible so you have something vaguely entertaining to read.
Nobody on my NaNo buddy list has updated their word counts so nothing to report there.