NaNoWriMo '11 Progress 2
Oh, this is not cool at all.
I know that with a little bit more work, which shall be done, I'm going to be beat last year's NaNoWriMo record of 20k words, but I'm disappointed that right now it seems very unlikely I'll win like I hoped to do, and like what seemed possible when I was keeping up my word count.
But then last week struck and it was AWFUL. There was suddenly so much to do for school, and even this week I'm having trouble knowing when I'll be free. I'm now over 10,000 words behind.
To make matters worse, I skipped Japanese, did my other homework and am sitting here, wanting to use the time to write, but my Phantom-drive suddenly DIED. I know that sounds weird because it was so strong to the point where it was all I could think about, but then the Monday before last, my silent film class screened Nosferatu and it was the first time I'd ever seen it despite knowing about it. Before the day had come, I was anticipating it and smiling on my way to class - you know, that way you feel, even though you don't know why, before you fall in love with something. It just freaking happened!
Nobody clapped after the screening, which I thought was odd because (besides for The Birth of a Nation) we clapped for every other full film we saw in class, but I ever so silently and timidly patted my hands together.
Since then it's just been... GAH! I can't get enough of it. I went the whole nine yards. I drew/am drawing for it, I favorited all the stuff I liked for it on DA, I made an icon or two, I made a gif, I saved a bunch of screencaps, I downloaded the movie on torrent, then bought it on Amazon so I could have a real copy. I noticed on Wednesday or Thursday last week that I was having weird thoughts about Count Orlok and there was a seed somewhere inside that was The Crush seed, and well, I get excited when I genuinely could like someone because it happens so rarely, so I watered that thing and now it's a sturdy green plant, quivering in the sunlight! I have been on a fuzzy cloud nine fantasizing about a bald, quirky-ass...rat-toothed, plague-carrying vampire. It's ridiculous, and yet I'm not surprised. I know me and this is so like me, but it's carried me so far away from Phantom for the time being.
I've got to write, anyway, I told myself. Why not use what you have as inspiration? What part of Nosferatu is inside your story and your Erik? I wrote down during the screening, in the dark because I just HAD to, that Orlok did this incredibly sensual thing with the shadow of his hand. He appeared before his (female) victim and the shadow wandered up her thigh and gripped when it was covering her chest. She reacted like "WOAHGH" and threw back her head... I didn't like the performance or the personality of the woman, but this part was just grand...
I'll have to make do. I'll just have to.
I know that with a little bit more work, which shall be done, I'm going to be beat last year's NaNoWriMo record of 20k words, but I'm disappointed that right now it seems very unlikely I'll win like I hoped to do, and like what seemed possible when I was keeping up my word count.
But then last week struck and it was AWFUL. There was suddenly so much to do for school, and even this week I'm having trouble knowing when I'll be free. I'm now over 10,000 words behind.
To make matters worse, I skipped Japanese, did my other homework and am sitting here, wanting to use the time to write, but my Phantom-drive suddenly DIED. I know that sounds weird because it was so strong to the point where it was all I could think about, but then the Monday before last, my silent film class screened Nosferatu and it was the first time I'd ever seen it despite knowing about it. Before the day had come, I was anticipating it and smiling on my way to class - you know, that way you feel, even though you don't know why, before you fall in love with something. It just freaking happened!
Nobody clapped after the screening, which I thought was odd because (besides for The Birth of a Nation) we clapped for every other full film we saw in class, but I ever so silently and timidly patted my hands together.
Since then it's just been... GAH! I can't get enough of it. I went the whole nine yards. I drew/am drawing for it, I favorited all the stuff I liked for it on DA, I made an icon or two, I made a gif, I saved a bunch of screencaps, I downloaded the movie on torrent, then bought it on Amazon so I could have a real copy. I noticed on Wednesday or Thursday last week that I was having weird thoughts about Count Orlok and there was a seed somewhere inside that was The Crush seed, and well, I get excited when I genuinely could like someone because it happens so rarely, so I watered that thing and now it's a sturdy green plant, quivering in the sunlight! I have been on a fuzzy cloud nine fantasizing about a bald, quirky-ass...rat-toothed, plague-carrying vampire. It's ridiculous, and yet I'm not surprised. I know me and this is so like me, but it's carried me so far away from Phantom for the time being.
I've got to write, anyway, I told myself. Why not use what you have as inspiration? What part of Nosferatu is inside your story and your Erik? I wrote down during the screening, in the dark because I just HAD to, that Orlok did this incredibly sensual thing with the shadow of his hand. He appeared before his (female) victim and the shadow wandered up her thigh and gripped when it was covering her chest. She reacted like "WOAHGH" and threw back her head... I didn't like the performance or the personality of the woman, but this part was just grand...
I'll have to make do. I'll just have to.