57,555 words as of November 22cd.
The week has been tired, and messy, and with a couple of gold square days.
As you can see, I have a little Triforce from it. At least that’s something. If I absolutely must have another yellow day, I guess it should be next monday, and then it can be a flower. But otherwise, no.
Besides, the Triforce is way better.
Anyway, proper news now.
For the NaNo Dare Squad goal, I decided to up my word count a bit ago and try to write 75,000 words (I feel like I said this already? But it might have just been in other comments?).
Right now I have a one day buffer for that goal. I need to write 2,500 words each day to keep up with it. But I wrote 2k words today (yesterday by the time I post this, it’s just after midnight), so I should be able to do it.
Because I’ve been forcing myself through the sloggiest parts of the story, and in the very least, I am allowing myself to write random fun scenes with side characters when Sheyla gets to tough to write. One paragraph of her, one scene of somebody else. Just gotta do what it takes to get through. But I think while Sheyla’s scenes will be hard right now (spoiler, she is surrounded by enemies and recently witnessed deaths of her countrymen), I’m getting back to my original outline just a bit, so YAY!
And then all the new stuff will come and bust it up again, but thematically it might work better? Except how in the world does Sheyla meet Rob now? It just isn’t happening. Rob is a main character, but he hasn’t shown up since the prologue. Whoops. (I really need to figure out his timeline of events, he got sidelined by a lot of other heroes doing stuff while he was stuck in high school, doing nothing but grumping at society and trying to become a pilot. :P)
So, it’s messy, but it’s feeling like productive mess right now.
My only consolation for feeling like I’m still in the beginning of the story, is that this is now more like writing a whole series all at once.
Except I really need to make the final battles of the first war their very own story/book, because Sheyla isn’t quite the center focus.
I have a lot of main characters now. Ugh. (This should be obvious given my list of POV side characters from my last post.)
At some point I’ve got to draw some concept art for them all, but…that and Nano sounds like a problem.
Des has a fun story arc. I mean sure, he nearly died right there, but that’s fun cuz it’s dramatic. (Except the timeline is potentially inconsistent and won’t work…? *Other side of brain shushes self*)
I need to post some random line from the last week. Hmmm….
“But Name of Guy In Charge of Things Here, has kaldoans,” he said.
Action 111 Stuff and who cares.
My thoughts about this right now. Like, what happens to the train and meeting Malverran?
That was the earlier part of the week. The Action # was part of my outlining/scripting process which I used consistently at the start until everything derailed (I was supposed to write about it at some point…), and then I saw that line in my outline, and yup, that’s what I felt. I knew the apathy would turn on.
Oh drat! Young Soldier thought. We’re another contrived couple!
This is what I do when I can’t write Sheyla. Because this is what her scenes are like:
Mz. Murdervulture rose up, crossed around her desk [and] thrashed Sheyla with her cane.
“I suggest you swallow your words, or I will make you regret them for the rest of your short, pathetic life,” she snarled in her face.
Sheyla backed away from her, but she was too distraught to do anything.
Like, apt filler name, Mz. Murdervulture. Now for a proper line:
You…You have magic. Real magic, not this barren world, but a different world, filled with true magic!
This galaxy is full of magic snobs, apparently.
Shall I keep rambling, or is this enough of a report?
And it is Thanksgiving now, so Happy Thanksgiving, everybody!
Edit: I just realized that I hit 57k today and that it is significant since it was my original goal for the Nano Dare Squad! Yay! *Gets back to writing so I don’t have to do the Dares of Doom*
Further Edit: I should have mentioned that I read Till We Have Faces by C.S. Lewis on the 18th, and man, that was a bad idea because I was done with it at night and hadn’t written anything that day and my emotions were all in turmoil and I had an hour and half to write the necessary daily wordcount.
Bad idea, people, bad idea. Don’t read powerful fiction when you’re on a writing deadline. It will cream you.