You’d think that’s I’d at least learnt my lesson by now. But now, even with one unfinished novel still at the halfway mark, the new moth just a week away, I’ve taken the plunge and signed up for NaNoWriMo 2002.
Meanwhile Tale of a Thousand Savants has had some work put into it — okay, so just one chapter — but it’s now broken 40K. Whee! And it only took me a year! I’ll plug some more words into it by November 1st — maybe even finish the Eule arc by then if I’m lucky — and then move onto the NaNo2K2 novel.
Which, at this point, is called Undecided at the Moment. I get to write about a bar this time. This in itself is a strange thing, as I don’t drink, I’ve never been to a bar, I think Whiskey is a lame joke that’s gone on for far too long, and in general I don’t quite know what to do with a bar.
Oh sure, I’ll put in a few characters, a sub-plot, a contingency plot, a villain or two, a damsel or ten; but on the whole it’s going to be a very different novel. About the only major plot point now is that the whole medievel/fantasy city where this bar is located comes under siege from a huge army at some point. I’m still debating about whether or not they actually do take over the town. But that’s sure to get itself sorted out by the time it happens.
My current writing peak (overall, I mean, not recent) is 11K words a day, which is what happened last year at November’s end on ToaTS — mind you this was with ample rest, slacking off and ten hours of sleep. I’m trying to jazz myself up to at least do more than 2K a day. That way I can reclaim some sense of self-worth. It’s not like any other thing I do is giving me that.
It’s been three months since my mother died. I went to India, met the folks and the other folks; nothing much seems to have changed. Except now, older that I am, and sans mother, every uncle I have is even more annoying. I’ll tell you more about the trip whenever I feel the need to vent about stuff; since that happens every other day you may not have to wait long.
Right now, however, I have to go negotiate a scene involving a priest and a commander dancing to the accordian of a serial killer while they wait for a mysterious young woman who seems to be a messiah.
…how do I ever get myself into these things?
The Tale of a Thousand Savants – Somewhere over 40K words, about half done.