Tea is Power
This is one of the latest mornings I've been up this semester. Which is pretty good, I should think.
The reason I'm up? Not so good. That's right; I'm going to talk about NaNoWriMo.
Where am I now? 24,062 words. I should be at almost 32,000. On the bright side, tonight was my second best words-per day, and my tied-for-second-best words per hour. 2,551 words in 3.75 hours. Not that bad. But not that good. I'd be behind if where I was today is where I was two days ago (due to papers, I did no writing on Wendsday or Thursday. Yes, after I wrote that pep-post. Bad Alden).
And, of course, the writing sucks. In terms of narrative, I have almost five hundred words with a guard that wants to confiscate the spears of an Honor Guard (I know, I know, I'll talk about the plot at some point) which neither advances the plot (hinders it greatly, in fact) nor actually develops the charecters nor even makes any sense in the context of the world. I'd cut it, but that's five hundred words. In terms of prose... it's not terrrible, but I'm sure there's more than a few clunkers. And more than a few scenes end with "THIS IS NOT DRAMATICALLY USEFUL AT ALL" or perhaps a "BACKGROUND IS TEDIOUS". I think I've got a "THIS WHOLE SCENE IS TERRIBLE MOVE ON!" lingering somewhere as well.
But that's not the point, I guess. Orsen Scott Card once said that no creative writing class will teach you as much about how to write as a hundred thousand words will. Once the story is done, I can go back and take out all the bad parts. And then, once I've successfuly revised the story out of existance, I'll write another one.
Thanksgiving is coming. Plenty of free time. And if I can write twenty three hundred words a day for the rest of the month, I should (just) make it.
Sounds like a plan. Let's sleep now.
I've got a bunch of other things to mention. Internet communcation and freaks and memes and maybe a other thing.
I'll get to them, maybe. I backlog often.