I finally killed my wife. I mean, I finally killed Frank's wife in my NaNo novel. It took me nearly 4 days to get through all of it, but I finally managed to waste the bitch. Of course, you have no idea what I'm talking about, so allow me to rewind and start at the beginning.
Back in October, when I was planning my NaNo, I decided that I would have to kill off Frank's wife Pam. It would get him and crazy Harlan alone in the house with poor Billie (Frank and Pam's little girl), leaving Billie with no one to protect her. It would also make her more sympathetic to Vangie, my protagonist and Frank's oldest daughter from a previous marriage. I created Pam with a variety of traits that I despise, and I figured when it was time to kill her, it would be an easy--if not an enjoyable--scene to write. Well, somewhere along the line I decided that I didn't hate Pam. So it took me forever to get to the place in the story where I'd have to kill her. I hit the 50K mark on the 15th, just as I'd planned, and everything seemed to be going well. The next step was writing Pam's death, and I just froze. It's just after midnight on the 19th, and I'm only at 54,888 words. I'm so off pace now, I'm not sure I can continue. And to make matters worse, my mother had a horrible day today. The neuropathy is driving her insane. This morning, she called and I went out to the house and sat with her for a few hours. And then she called me tonight all but screaming in agony. I have no idea how to handle this. I'm not a nurturing person. I feel like there's something a normal person would know to say or do to make her feel better, and I just don't know what that is. Yes, that's a completely irrational line of thought, but I can't help feeling it. I hate being so helpless. And why am I talking about this in my writing blog?
Anyway, I've gotten past one of the hard parts of my book. There's another right at the end, and I don't want to think too much about that right now. It's going to kill me to write it, but I'll just have to find a way. It's what I get for having such a twisted imagination.
Well, I have a writing war to wage. Blog at you later!
LxL
Sunday, November 19, 2006
Saturday, November 11, 2006
She's not only merely dead, she's really most sincerely dead
I love my random blog subjects. It's just one more way that I try (and fail miserably) to be clever.
I just thought I'd dash off a quick post for all of you who (don't) read my blog to update you on my NaNoWriMo progress. I just wrote word number 28,013 a few minutes ago. Instead of going to sleep like a sane person, or watching TV, I've been working on my sad little saga. Despite a serious case of Week Two-itis (i.e., loads of self-doubt, regret, panic, etc.), I'm closing in on 30,000 words. It's quite an accomplishment, especially when I consider how little fun I'm having this year. Last year's NaNo was a blast. Sure, the novel I wrote was shady at best, but it was fun, and what's the point of investing that much time into anything if you're not enjoying it? This year... Well, this year I've made a gross error in my selection of a plot bunny to pursue. If a story idea is nearly 10 years old and you've never managed to commit it to paper, there's probably a good reason for it. I could have better spent the time pursuing my angel comic book idea. Or my steampunk idea. Or pulling a new plot bunny out of my hat. But no, I had to write Gravesend. At least I'm close to having 50,000 words. My original goal was to write 100K this year; now, I only want to reach the 50K target by Wednesday, and if I have any energy left, then I'll try to finish the story. I must admit, things are starting to loosen up for me as I work my way into the middle of the story. Now that my protagonist has (almost) committed herself to resolving the problem, it's getting a little easier to write. I've jotted down a number of plot points for the next stage of the middle, so I have a good idea where I'm going now. I'm still not quite sure how to kill off my evil ghost guy once and for all, but I guess I'll figure it out when I get there.
I can't stop yawning, so I guess that means I should wind up this blog. I'm not saying anything important anyway.
Until later,
LxL
I just thought I'd dash off a quick post for all of you who (don't) read my blog to update you on my NaNoWriMo progress. I just wrote word number 28,013 a few minutes ago. Instead of going to sleep like a sane person, or watching TV, I've been working on my sad little saga. Despite a serious case of Week Two-itis (i.e., loads of self-doubt, regret, panic, etc.), I'm closing in on 30,000 words. It's quite an accomplishment, especially when I consider how little fun I'm having this year. Last year's NaNo was a blast. Sure, the novel I wrote was shady at best, but it was fun, and what's the point of investing that much time into anything if you're not enjoying it? This year... Well, this year I've made a gross error in my selection of a plot bunny to pursue. If a story idea is nearly 10 years old and you've never managed to commit it to paper, there's probably a good reason for it. I could have better spent the time pursuing my angel comic book idea. Or my steampunk idea. Or pulling a new plot bunny out of my hat. But no, I had to write Gravesend. At least I'm close to having 50,000 words. My original goal was to write 100K this year; now, I only want to reach the 50K target by Wednesday, and if I have any energy left, then I'll try to finish the story. I must admit, things are starting to loosen up for me as I work my way into the middle of the story. Now that my protagonist has (almost) committed herself to resolving the problem, it's getting a little easier to write. I've jotted down a number of plot points for the next stage of the middle, so I have a good idea where I'm going now. I'm still not quite sure how to kill off my evil ghost guy once and for all, but I guess I'll figure it out when I get there.
I can't stop yawning, so I guess that means I should wind up this blog. I'm not saying anything important anyway.
Until later,
LxL
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