NaNoWriMo-er’s Log: Day 11

NaNoWriMo-er’s Log: Day 11

Who would have thought a log would be easy to keep for a month-long writing challenge? This gal!

Okay, so, my word count has suffered a lot. Like, a lot-a lot! Primarily it was Calculus that has dragged me down, but I think I’ve solved that problem. Anywho, I didn’t really think about what I’d put in these blogs about this year’s NaNoWriMo, so this post will kind of be by-the-seat-of-my-pants! You guys like my pants, right?

I started out rather strong with my word count. I started around midnight on the 1st, wrote for an hour, and made it just under the daily word goal. Since then, I’ve been averaging about 300 words per day. That number is way below the daily word goal. So, now that we’re at day 11, I need to write over 2000 words every day just to stay caught up. I’m not going to let that discourage me. In fact, I’m hoping the changes I’ve made this week will give me enough strength to put me well over that already high goal over the next couple days so I could fall back to the standard 1667 daily word count.

I’m sure you’re curious what my book is about. Me, too!

Okay, I’m kind of kidding about that part. By the first Friday write-in (ironically named Crop Circle), Lona had helped me nail down a 15 point plot plan. While in the publishing world, you’re supposed to give the ending away when submitting to an agent or publisher; however, this is my little sector of the internet so I don’t have ta! I will, though, give you the first act in my note-taking glory:

  1. Regina gets The Book from the Gypsy.
  2. Regina is horrified by book and resolves to stop reading it.
  3. Regina dreams about Vincent and finds same events in the book.
  4. The Gypsy gives Vincent the prophecy about Regina.
  5. Regina tries tot stop the writing in the book by scribbling over the entry. Vincent sees.

I’m still working on point 2 when I should be around 4 or 5. I still keep flip flopping between Romance and straight Fantasy, but that’s a detail that hasn’t really mattered except when I try to describe my book. It’s already dancing that fine line. All that will push it over is on-the-page sex scenes. Even though I’ve written a few, I’m still absolutely terrified of someone reading one and informing me in not so nice ways that I’ve got it wrong. So wrong, in fact, that if my written worlds were real places, the people would die of extinction from piss-poor mating habits.

Well, now that I’ve warmed my hands for writing, I’m gonna set myself to attack today’s word count. I’m aiming for 2500. Wish me luck!

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