November 29th, 2004

consider it dug

101% complete

Novel link (warning, it's about 111 pages):

So I did it. I wrote a second novel.

Well. Sort of.

I came up with this plot back in July 2002. I wrote five pages and didn't look at it again until July 2003. I loved it, so I rewrote the introduction. I didn't look at it again until July 2004 (haha, seeing a pattern?). I adored the concept, and I wanted to turn it into a novel... but it just wasn't a good time, so I decided to try to save it for NaNoWriMo, when I would completely rewrite it. I came up with characters, plots, situations, etc in the process. It was all gravy. And then... November.

I had a really fucking shitty ass month. I wrote the 335 word long prologue the first day in first person... and then I realized that the novel needed to be in third person. I didn't write anything on the second, due to election day. I rewrote the prologue on the third, 709 words of the first chapter on the forth... and realized I had writer's block. 2067 words of a new story ("My Experience With Death") later and I realized that what I needed was to sit down with a pencil and paper and hand write it all. So I did.

For four days.

Then I had a bad day (the 9th), wrote 343 words. I got writer's block for the next two... wrote above 1667 words by hand on the 12th, 13th, and 14th, and wrote under 200 words on the 15th and 16th. I was dead, I was fried - exhaustion had taken over and I had bad writer's block. Four days of not a single word.

And then... Thanksgiving Break.

Today is the 28th. I have written 31416 words since the 21st. That... is amazing. If I had done this at the beginning of the month, I'd be ending my second book right now.

At my worst, I was 14288 words behind. The first day I was "in the green" was yesterday, with 261 words.

I hate my story. But I love it, too.

The situations are awesome. It has truly gotten better and better since I first began it. The characters are pretty good, though they refuse to stay "in-character", so to speak, for very long. My problem? I want to finish it, I want to see what happens next. I can't do that unless I write. And so you see my dilemma.

What do I do now? I have two more books to write in this trilogy, yet this book is going to end up at something like 75,000 words, if I'm not mistaken. I am sick of this. I can't keep writing an average of 4000 words per day. It just isn't reasonable or sane. I want to take a break... but I'm afraid that I'll forget what will happen next, what will happen in books two and three.

This time last year, I felt empty at the conclusion of my novel. I couldn't stand the thought of not writing any more - but, mostly, I was unable to properly identify that it was all a catharsis. This year? I don't feel empty, I don't feel sad... but then again, I don't feel all that excited. I have a story to finish telling, and I have more than a month to do it in. Thank God.

I will, of course, be updating my novel whenever I add something new to it - the copy on my website is my Backup Version 3. So if you really want to read more, well, I'll be updating it every few days.

I'll admit it, though: I cheated this month. About 4000 words came from scenes that never happened, or that I took out and rewrote, or that aren't even part of the story. But considering how I have written 50,000+ words specifically for this project this month, I'm calling it 50,000. And, if it's any consolation, I'll try to drop the pace for this novel down a bit... I'll try to make up for that 4000 before the end of the month. Maybe I will only write on weekends, or try writing the rest of this novel and/or the second book over Christmas Break.

So yeah. I have calmed down since my last post. I broke through my sophomore slump and I'm just raring for next year.

Bring it, gods of NaNoWriMo. Do your worst.
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