I JUST WROTE OVER 20,000 WORDS IN TWO DAYS.

[bonelesspuppy]

THIS DESERVES CAPS-LOCK.

owmyhands

Regardless (and using standard capitalization, if not exactly native-speaker grammar), a NaNoWriMo winner is me!

Because I like stats more than a healthy person should, I ran word counts for the sections of the NaNo and gave them cute little headers. So let's see what those 50,000 words break down into, shall we? (Note that all counts are rounded to the nearest 500, usually upwardly so.)

• 2500 words of pointless prologue, at the end of which both participant characters die
  
• 7000 words of the POV of a character who also ends up dead
  
• 6000 words of the POV whose time had not yet come
  
• 7000 words of the POV that worked temporarily and features the best acid-trip sequences
  
• 6500 words of what finally wants to be the main POV
  
• 2000 words of tuna madness
  
• 4500 words of the main POV, in which there is a typhoon
  
• 8000 words of a character hallucinating dinner at an Italian restuarant with an unrelated character from another universe
  
• 3000 words of the main POV, most of which is infodumping
  
• 1000 words of the main character hallucinating a creation myth
  
• 4500 words of time-skipping, because I would have been very sad if the twitchy gun freak hadn't gotten to show up

If you're thinking, "Wow, that's half filler," you're wrong. It's two-thirds filler at least. Glorious, mumbly filler of the sort that takes a remark about a character's shoes squelching in the mud and turns it into three big paragraphs of thinking out loud about said character's personal history with regards to growing up as an immigrant in the big city. There was a transition, but it was pretty much just mentioning that the character wore shoes as a child. I'm not sure "digression" is the word for this. It's more to the order of "drunken ramblings made worse by virtue of being written when the rambler is stone-cold sober and hopped up on enough caffeine to make a sperm whale jittery."

There shall be no more typing tonight. Bring me soothing hot tea and mindless action games, for my brain? Is dead. I'll catch up on my friends list tomorrow when I'm not so spaced.