Note to Self (and an Excerpt!)

Don't start a blog right before a NaNo event. You will forget the blog exists.

Anyway, I think I'll try to finish camp today. Current Word Count: 45,611

Yep. This is definitely the best I've ever done - especially since the story is half-way coherent. If that's not an accomplishment, then I surely don't know what is.

Here's a brief excerpt, before I go get to work.

       “So you went down to Unverified Reports and fetched the binder?” he asked.

She nodded. “She asked me to get them, right after you left. But I made copies before I brought them to her, and I hid them. That was wrong of me too, I guess, and I should have given them to someone right away, but Mr. Mailer was always so nice and I thought I could trust him. Only, once I saw that you were here I thought, well, of course you would have already given him copies, and so, I think . . . Oh, she will fire me won’t she – and if she doesn’t she might lose her job, and I will be unemployed all the same!”

“Hush now,” he said, patting her knee awkwardly, “I’m sure some other department would take you in. Secretaries are a versatile position.”

Margot sniffled. “You’re a very kind man, Mr. Crosswhite. Very kind indeed. I’m so sorry to have caused you trouble tonight – I know you have very important things to talk about with Mr. Mailer, and I’m – I’m quite distracting you, aren’t I? Oh dear . . .”

“It’s fine, it’s fine,” he continued to insist softly, still playing with the glass and hoping she would stop crying soon so they could get back to the dining room before anyone suspected anything. But damn it, they would be able to tell by her eyes that she had been crying. He would have to make sure she went and washed her face or something. Lord, he hoped she wasn’t wearing anything on her eyes – mascara or whatever. 

“Is there anything else you can tell me about Ms. Boswell or the Loughford documents?” he asked.

Margot sniffled again, but she wasn’t ducking her head as much, and seemed to have at least stopped shaking. “She called a number of people after you left . . . If she really – if this was really some sort of cover-up, or something . . . I don’t think she was doing it, hiding them, all on her own. I think someone – not you of course, Mr. Crosswhite, or else you wouldn’t be helping right now, I think – was tending to the researchers at Loughford. That is, making sure that their research did not get to anyone else. I think . . . or, poor, poor Mr. Landeck. I think they might have done something to him. These are dangerous people, I think, Mr. Crosswhite. You must be ever so careful.”

Mr. Landeck was Owen. 

“Do you know what happened to Mr. Landeck, Margot?” he asked. 

She shook her head. “But I know Ms. Boswell knows. That’s one of the things I heard her talking on the phone about. Oh, I didn’t know what to do. I should have said something. I should have done something. I was just so afraid. If they can make a director go away, then, then how much more for a secretary? And I was so dull, not knowing that something horrible was going on.”

Afraid that she was going to start sobbing, he gave her the glasses back and told her to go clean herself up and have some of Natalie’s dinner. She agreed, and once he had heard the hall powder room close, he joined the others, who were already well into the pot roast.

And so on.

Camp NaNo - Day 4

I stagger in to merely tell you that I am alive, and am three days ahead of schedule for Camp. It's a lovely feeling, but it's hot out and I feel very tired. Such is writing. And I'm not even done for today.

I rejoice in the fact that I have managed to wrangle a blue whale into the narrative. This will not be the last time. I'm also happy about how the story is developing a plot all on its own, with minimal input from me. I find this to be very considerate.

Word Count: 11,658

750 Words Continues to Be AMAZING

For some reason, it motivates me as much as Write or Die does, even though it's not threatening me with loud, unpleasant noises or electric shocks. I mean, it's 750 words, fast. What else does one need during a NaNo event?

But anyway. The details.

It's basically a motivator to write every day, with the very sweet and simple goal of 750 words. It gives you a space to write, a timer, and a word count, and sends you on your merry way. I suppose it's the mere fact that you're being timed - you develop this need to pump out words as quickly as possible. Everything you write is private. The web site keeps track of how much your write every day, and gives you points based on quantity and (I believe) consecutive days written, and whatnot. You get a score card and everything, and there are monthly challenges to participate in.

What amuses me the most is that the site also builds up statistics on what you write, based on what sorts of words you used. It will give your writing a rating, all movie-style (mine's just PG right now) based on violent or sexual words, or swear words you used. It tells you if you've been writing about death, or food, or family a lot, or if you're mostly positive or negative. And it will give you your averages compared to the site-wide average. So that's fun, plus all the typical averages like number of words and words-per-minute.

Oh, yes. There are also badges to win. Because, honestly, who doesn't like badges? Now, I kind of forget 750 Words during the NaNo off-season (shame on me) so I only have badges for joining, writing three days in a row, and writing five days in a row - but there are a ton of other nifty ones to get. The badges are based on birds, so you can aspire to penguins and a phoenix and what have you.

Anyway, if it's getting into the habit of writing that is giving you trouble, this is definitely a good site to try.

Camp NaNoWriMo, and Stuff.

Ah, so.

So far, so good. I've broken 2,000 words, which is usually my goal for Day One. And the words just sort of tumbled neatly onto the page, and the FMC, who, by the way, turned into this other girl named Daisy - stumbled neatly out of her house by the end of chapter one, and now we'll just see where she goes.

I'm trying to be quite particular about how I write this one. And by that I mean, I'm attempting to not be particular at all. I go somewhere quiet, turn on whatever music I feel will be helpful (A Fine Frenzy, so far) and make myself write stuff without thinking about it. Which means I make up words a lot, and come up with very strange names for things, but so far it's been producing things that I think are nifty enough. Also, I haven't seen what's coming, which is always fun.

I think Cassiopeia is destined to show up later. Daisy just happened, and I've actually known what her character's about for a while now, so her behavior isn't so erratic.

At some point, I plan on discussing specific writerly things, like plotting (which I'm not doing in this case, but still) and the like. And maybe what books I'm reading. However, Camp NaNo has thrown me off my blog mindset, so we'll just have to see what I scrounge up.

On that note, though, I got an order of books in the mail yesterday! Just finished one of them - Never Let Me Go, by Kazuo Ishiguro. Gorgeous book, but very sad. Everyone go read it, while I'm off to try to get the movie.

Dumb.

Camp NaNoWriMo.

I didn't even forget about it. It just totally slipped my mind that - hey - it's August. Wow.

Anyway, I should probably go get started on writing that book, but first . . . Camper Profiles!

[EDIT]: Hurrah! Profile/novel info/etc. done! Now I'm off to make coffee and prepare for the day, and hopefully start writing within the hour.