Friday, November 11, 2005

NaNoWriMo Update, Day 11



Ah, November. The best of times, the worst of times. The time to drag every bad cliché and plot idea out of storage and throw them against the metaphorical wall in hopes that something will stick long enough to drag 50,000 words out of it.

After last year's experiment ("let's start with no plot whatsoever!"), I decided to do a little planning. I scribbled down a few pages of notes, doled out a few name changes to protect the innocent, and... fell asleep on the couch at 11:30 pm on October 31st, resulting in me missing the starting gun at 12:01 am. Oh well.

I'm writing chick lit this year. I find this funny because I can count the number of chick lit novels I've actually read on one hand. (Two of them have the name Bridget Jones in the title, and the other one involves haircuts named Betty and a Tiny Wooden Hand.)

So here we are, one third of the month in. How am I doing?

I have unexpectedly become the surrogate Municipal Liason for the Cincinnati writers (along with bardiphouka, another of the seasoned NaNo vets). It seems that Steph, our actual ML, had a trip planned to Jordan in the middle of the month. As far as we can tell, some last minute emergencies blew up in her face, and she went missing in action around November 2nd. It hasn't been much work - planning which coffee house to meet at, monitoring the forums and answering any questions that crop up - but it's just enough to distract me from writing as much as I should be.

(And yes, I am anxiously watching the world news, since the suicide bombings occurred the day after she and her boyfriend were due to arrive in Jordan. I don't know if they were staying in Amman, and I don't think they were staying in any of the affected hotels, but it's the not knowing that's driving me crazy.)

Our group has been relatively quiet and antisocial, with the exception of a group of us that had already been hanging out together before this year's NaNo. We've had a few new faces show up at write-ins, though. I know everyone has their own way of going about completing their novel, but part of the fun is meeting other people sharing in the overcaffeinated insanity.

When I haven't been out blowing money on bottomless cups off coffee around town, I've been working at home, fueled by caffeine and the Magic Red Wine. The combination seems to be working well.

Also adding to the word count is an steady stream of WOXY Vintage Radio and Rhapsody New Wave Radio. Much of my novel deals with flashbacks to the late 80s - early 90s, so I've been listening to music that keeps me in the right frame of mind. (It's so much easier to write about a nightclub in 1991 when you're listening to Front 242 or Depeche Mode rather than Green Day or Fiona Apple.)

I'm not having to research as many weird things as I did last year, although I did have to hunt down a few songs by The Birthday Party, Wayne Newton and Anthrax w/ Public Enemy for inspiration in certain scenes. Oh, and I've had to look up a few album releases dates to make sure my characters aren't dancing to a song that had not yet been recorded. (I'm a stickler for continuity on the weirdest things. I think I've changed Potential Love Interest Guy's job three times in twenty pages, but I spent a good fifteen minutes figuring out which album Jesus and Mary Chain album included "Head On" and when it was released.)

Unexpected things have happened in the course of writing. One of my characters went crazy on me for a scene with no explanation. (She went from being the happy-go-lucky encouraging best friend to paranoid freak in the period of a few days.) That kind of threw me off track for a day or two. The creepy and annoying character decided he wanted another scene or two, which will actually work well with an upcoming scene. A dream sequence involving vampires, bloody Marys, and "Billy, Don't Be a Hero" appeared out of thin air. And most suprising of all, the throwaway gimmick of my main character comparing her life to the worst John Hughes movie ever is still managing to hold together somewhat.

Things could be better. I had hoped to be at least halfway done by this point. I'm close (current count: 23,677 words), and since I'm a few days ahead on my word count, it gives me a little room to slack. (Like, for instance, tomorrow night when the write-in will probably be followed by dinner and drinks.)

But most importantly, the story itself doesn't suck too badly. And that, my friends, is a major accomplishment for me during NaNoWriMo.

19 days to go. Keep your fingers crossed.

4 comments:

fMom said...

I am so, so, SO impressed!!!!! Do I get to read it this year? Please? Pretty please?

Alas, work and momming is all consuming. We will see where I am after these two busy work weeks -- it may be a "pull in out of my ass after Thanksgiving" year again, or it may be an "accept that I have limitations and do not need to be a perfectionist" sort of year. We'll see...

myopic said...

Don't worry if you don't make it this year. Work and momming take precedence. Given your past track record, you deserve a year off!

And if the novel continues on track, yes, you will probably get to read it. There's still some parts that I'm very unhappy with, the pacing is off, and I've added some narrator asides that I'll need to integrate into earlier parts of the novel for it to flow, but so far it doesn't completely suck. It might never be worthy of publication anywhere, but it might actually be worth my while to edit this one!

Back into the fray. 45K before the sun comes up!

Anonymous said...

Hey its almost Xmas, how did it go?

myopic said...

It went well... see next post. (Sorry about the delay. Things have been a little odd around here lately.)