On Word Whoring
On this, day 27 of NaNoWriMo (don't let the date fool you, I haven't gone to bed yet so I maintain that it is still Friday in Drafting Zone), I have become a word whore.
I started this post at the LJ NaNo community. It's blatant word whoring AND I'M NOT ALONE.
Today, I gave my MC Leah's dad a drinking problem in addition to his smoking habit, because scenes where Leah covers up her dad's drinking or complain about him smoking boost my word count without actually being all that relevant to the plot. I made Miles' drink of choice bourbon. Then there was the question of what type of bourbon-- Crown Royal, my personal favorite? Nope, too expensive-- the Williamses live in the ghetto, after all. Jim Beam? More likely. But that's only two words. Because of it's ridiculously long name, Miles Williams drinks Pappy Van Winkle Family Reserve. That's twice as many words as any bourbon I've actually heard of. Booyah.
Current word count: 26,500. The Nanolyser says I'll be finished on Christmas Eve.
I started this post at the LJ NaNo community. It's blatant word whoring AND I'M NOT ALONE.
Today, I gave my MC Leah's dad a drinking problem in addition to his smoking habit, because scenes where Leah covers up her dad's drinking or complain about him smoking boost my word count without actually being all that relevant to the plot. I made Miles' drink of choice bourbon. Then there was the question of what type of bourbon-- Crown Royal, my personal favorite? Nope, too expensive-- the Williamses live in the ghetto, after all. Jim Beam? More likely. But that's only two words. Because of it's ridiculously long name, Miles Williams drinks Pappy Van Winkle Family Reserve. That's twice as many words as any bourbon I've actually heard of. Booyah.
Current word count: 26,500. The Nanolyser says I'll be finished on Christmas Eve.