Neverending Nanowatch
Nov. 12th, 2008 12:31 amIn my heroic attempts to avoid writing the novel I have told myself to write, today I finished mocking up a press packet for "The Sleeping People," assembled a lamp, sent query letters to magazines, set up an appointment with a photography professor, reorganized my stationery, and added onto another book entirely. Consequently, the novel is now at 2280 words, up a whopping 26 from yesterday. In other words, I added a sentence. This is the sentence:
The king was chain smoking; a saucer of snubbed-out filters suggested he'd been at his desk for an hour or more.
I did write around 200 words of notes and spent an hour or two researching and constructing the peerage of my alternate England, as well as their families of descent, etc., which most certainly made my brain hurt and also made one of the bad guys a lot more dangerous and the king more interesting. But there is still thinking to do oh heavens.
I don't feel I deserve a thrilling status bar at this time.
The king was chain smoking; a saucer of snubbed-out filters suggested he'd been at his desk for an hour or more.
I did write around 200 words of notes and spent an hour or two researching and constructing the peerage of my alternate England, as well as their families of descent, etc., which most certainly made my brain hurt and also made one of the bad guys a lot more dangerous and the king more interesting. But there is still thinking to do oh heavens.
I don't feel I deserve a thrilling status bar at this time.
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Date: 2008-11-12 07:09 am (UTC)i harassed kathleen edwards about her songwriting and its meaning for me; i harassed john doe about the awful scifi show 'roswell' for similar.
all in all, wtf. LOL.
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Date: 2008-11-12 12:23 pm (UTC)(As twee as it might sound, I'm kind of intrigued by the king, though I am not sure whether it's fair to claim you're torturing me by posting the sentence when it sounds like the novel might be generally torturing you. Now I am going to hush up before this attempt to say "hey it is certainly not a measly nothing of a sentence though either" turns into some sort of awkward invoking of James Joyce, which in situations like this has just got to be as lousy as making terrible puns for no reason. While at breakfast.)
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Date: 2008-11-12 04:54 pm (UTC)I have thought about lying about my word count so as to make the status bar go backward, and then maybe jump to 40,118.
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Date: 2008-11-12 04:54 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-11-13 12:03 pm (UTC)I've never been able to sort out how I feel about posting as you go with writing projects. It's appealing in some ways, but I think "possibly dangerous" is a pretty apt way to describe it. (I think it would be very great to do if I were a very established novelist and were doing it as a sort of stunt, but I'm an anxiety-ridden little nonsense and couldn't pull it off well right now. I have trouble waking up to an alarm clock in a way that makes me look like I know what I'm doing lately. Ah well.)