NaNoWriMo for 2015 is very nearly a done deal. I think I hit 50,000 words on day 23 and while that is what all participants are trying for, I have a GIANT mess to unravel. I tried to make the story about a particular character, but as I have been going back through the draft the past few days, I have realized I was writing the wrong character’s story. Bummer deal.
All is not lost, however. We old farm gals are used to salvaging things out of the junk pile, so perhaps there is a shining, gold nugget in all those words somewhere to make squeezing out two hours of extra writing time between 5:30-7:30 am almost every day in November worth the effort.
As of this morning, my fellow Oklahomans have racked up over 2,241,000 words in NaNo. Who knows…? There might be a Pulitzer in there somewhere.
Until next time, God bless all y’all. Be careful out there during the holiday season.
In week three of NaNoWriMo already and over 42,000 words of the rough draft of the sequel to Agnes Campbell’s Hat whacked out. I don’t like this method of writing at all–it is just a huge mess–but since I’ve started, I’ll try to finish.
“But why don’t you like writing like the wind, Danni?” somone might ask.
Well, read the paragraph below for the answer. That literary gem came out of a five minute word sprint where I wrote as fast as I could for five minutes, correcting nothing.
He probably would’ve grabbed a while mans shirt or something maybe britches if thawed been washing which they might note been because hi gather they didn’t do much of that maybe he gathered some leather pants and a leather jacket if that was the case he’d be blasting in it but not getting his skin clustered but being hot summertime the makes indians wouldn’t have been wearing much so however that works maybe young dropped an article of clothing for him knowing he’d be in bad shape for clothes maybe he comes on a white mans house or even and indians on the reservation and borrows some clothes hanging on the ,line the prairie fire might be racing along behind him blowing smoke and cinders o all over him because they’ve got a thirty mine per hour hot wind and the fire is going like a freight train faster than the pony can run does he like to kill the horse does the piny drop dead and leave hi on foot by the time they get to the prairie dog fork of the red there by the whichitas a maybe so because judd fords the suck holes half wishing to get sucked in again but all that happens is its hard for him to get out and he has to go on and he’s tired as all get out and the comanches aren’t too far behind him and if they catch hi m again they;; for sure lift his scalp.
On a good note, my fellow Oklahomans have whacked out over 1,754,000 words as of this morning, and on a worried note, I’m seriously hoping their novels are making more sense than mine. If not, it bodes ill for our future as a civilization.
Thanks so much for reading and God bless all y’all. For everybody in the U.S., have a wonderfully blessed Thanksgiving holiday next week.
The screenshot above shows where I’m at with NaNoWriMo as of this morning. The sequel to Agnes Campbell’s Hat is beginning to take clearer shape in my mind’s eye, but I’m still doing a lot of, “what if this happened ?” and “what if that happened?” questions instead of putting together actual scenes. In week two, I can’t say I like this method of whacking together a first draft. My usual modus operandi for first drafts is having a vague picture in my mind then taking a chapter at a time and s-l-o-w-l-y ironing it out until I feel like it’ll hold up.
So, I don’t know. The jury is still out on this NaNo thing. However, if my brain doesn’t blow up, I’m in it to win it and am over halfway to the 50,000 word mark. On a bright note, according to the stats page this morning, my fellow Oklahomans have logged in over 1,200,000 words. Pretty impressive! I trust the other Okies haven’t written as much gobbledygook as I have.
Thanks so much for reading and until next time, God bless all y’all.
This is an update of how NaNoWriMo is coming along down at the Ranch Pen. Above is the screen shot from my page this morning. Even though I’ve logged over thirteen-thousand words in the past five days, much of it is encrypted in Ancient Egyptian Pig Latin, so I’m not getting too excited, yet.
I started with my basic storyline figured–I thought–but after I wrote on it for awhile, I despaired for awhile. Then I wrote on it from another direction for a while, then despaired for awhile. Etc. Etc. Then I went back to the original plan. So far this morning, despair has not set in. Maybe this afternoon.
Until next time, God bless all y’all. Over and out.