Updates, Surprises and Ammo
I wanted to pop in with a quick NaNoWriMo update before I dash of for more keyboard banging. The night is young and still full of words. The past few days haven’t been spectacular (by my own admittedly ridiculous standards), so I feel the need to make up for it today. Besides, it’s flowing.
Today (so far): 3255
Wait… Looking at those totals, I realize that I *may* have been flogging myself over nothing today. Typical. For some reason, I thought that Thursday number was about 1k lower. I really need to ease up on myself. This brings me to a bit of fabulous news (though it reinforces the idea that I’m not doing as badly as I keep thinking I am). I just blew through 40k. Yup, current total is 40,127, though I’m not done for the night. I think I probably have another 2k+ in me, if I can convince my eyes to stop trying to close. No, I’m not tired. Just a long time staring at a screen. I’ll live, and at least I can type with my eyes closed. The typos aren’t too bad that way.
I’m now at the start of Chapter 13 and feeling pretty good about my progress so far. The last one, Chapter 12, was a doozy, an important one with speeches and everything. I think it marks approximately a third of the story done, though I’m talking about the story, not the number of words needed to tell the story. I’ve learned after many failed attempt not to even try to guess that, though I’m still certain it’s going to be over 100k in the first draft. Devan is, of course, being his usual extremely eager, helpful self. I’m just still very distracted by real life, and I really think this is going to continue for at least another couple of weeks. Oh well, as long as I keep writing, it’s all good, right?
Cayle continues to whisper, giving me something juicy yesterday for, get this, the second book. No, really, I’m not complaining. I’m smiling at him. He’s handing me ammo to torture him with, really, in much the same way Devan has done on many occasions. I’m starting to think that Masques will be a dream to write much as Necromantic has. I love it when things work like that. It makes me feel… almost like I know what I’m doing with this writing stuff.
Other than that, things have been quiet on the ideas front, but I sort of expected that as my brain grooved into drafting mode and Still They Watch. I’m still feeling a bit sad to say goodbye to Devan and no, knowing I’m coming back to him isn’t helping that in the slightest. I told you, I love my Necromancer a little too much. That said, I’m sure Cayle will happily comfort me when this book is done. Yeah, I think my illusionist will be happy to fill that gap.