Friday, November 13, 2009

Cracking the Other Whip

I was going to call this post "Cracking the Whip" but noticed that I had used "Cracking the WIP" before. I hate being repetitive.

Perhaps I should be wearing my reading glasses. The object at Indie's feet looks like a brown paper lunch back as opposed to a golden idol. I must be something mighty tasty for him to be protecting it with a whip and revolver.

My posting and commenting at the blogs of others has declined since NaNo started. My work is absorbing my day time. My spare time seems to go towards tapping out a few words here and there. I don't like that kind of writing: where I'm just typing out all of the wordy, repetitive shite that pops randomly into my head. I am constantly wanting to go back and correct what I have written, knowing full well that it all helps towards the final word count...even those sentences seem long and convoluted. Crap! I can't get it out of my system.

As of this present moment now, my word count is 16550. The half way mark is end of day Sunday, so I'll need some divine inspiration to spew out 8500 words this weekend. My thanks, especially, go out to Cate and Aaron for their daily inspirational posts to the muddy NaNo-ites hidden deep in the trenches.

9 comments:

K.C. Shaw said...

That's a great wordcount! I'm only a few thousand words ahead of you, and dragging through the Dire Middles myself. As soon as I can wrap this nano project up without the ending feeling rushed, I plan to finish it and write short stories until 50,000 words. That's my plan, anyway. Whether my writerly brain will cooperate remains to be seen.

Natalie L. Sin said...

Long angst filled sex scene. That'll fill up some pages!

Laura Eno said...

You're doing great! Just keep writing. It's tough to not go back and change things.
Trying to keep up with the blogs is excruciating! I'm afraid that in Dec I'll have to go around and reintroduce myself (when I'm not hiding in a corner, licking my wounds after nano)

katey said...

Churning stuff off the top of our heads may never produce the best quality writing, but it will produce something honest, and something you can work with later. The joy of Nano!

If it's taking all your free time, I'd say you're doing it right, dude. Go, Alan, go!

Cate Gardner said...

I don't get the whole golden idol thing either, it looks like a very small person and I expect it to start wisecracking any moment.

I say dig your head into your book and forget us bloggers, we'll still be here in December.

Alan W. Davidson said...

KC-Thanks! I'm sure that your desire to get back to the Bell Men will spur you on more quickly...

Nat-My couple of sex scenes or 'near sex' scences have sped quickly by with little description (typical guy).

Laura-Thanks. I will try to keep off the backspace key. Though I'm finding that I'm forgetting facts from earlier and regularly scroll back to get my facts straight.

I find that I don't have much to say on this blog aside from NaNo updates. I'm reading the blogs of others, but commenting sparingly.

Katey-Thanks for the cheerleading!

Cate-Yep. Back in December (after a week's sleep and a bit of Christmas shopping).

Danielle Ferries said...

Go, Alan, you can do it.

abrokenlaptop said...

This: "The object at Indie's feet looks like a brown paper lunch back as opposed to a golden idol. I must be something mighty tasty for him to be protecting it with a whip and revolver."

made me laugh until I had tears in my eyes. I'm burning the candle at both ends, too, and it's starting to show.

I'm only at 10k words, but we're all doing our best. NaNo seemed easier when I was younger and didn't have so many responsibilities. Still, I love a challenge!

We'll see you again in December when life spirals down from NaNo...and begins to whip up into a Christmas Frenzy.

Haha. I said "whip".

-Mercedes

Alan W. Davidson said...

Thanks, Danielle. I am still in awe or your massive word count...

Glad that you liked that, Mercedes. Life does tend to drag us away from the writing. But you know, the kids are important too...

Perhaps I should have someone taking a photo of me in the back yard cracking one of my whips (OK, everyone can stop thinking dirty stuff) I'd probably hurt myself if I tried.