As you are all aware (at least by this point I hope you are aware) it is November. A simple statement to be sure, but in some circles it packs quite the punch. I happen to be in two of the circles it seems to matter to.
First off, yes. It means Thanksgiving but it also means Black Friday. (Dun, dun, duuuuuuuuuuuuuun). So that means the midnight shift of DEATH and a celebratory party that we, in the retail world, have survived (even if that means we survived enough to soldier through the Saturday after the Day of Death). So, besides the Day of Death, other exciting things happen in November, believe it or not.
This year, I am participating in (drum roll please!) No Shave November. JUST KIDDING!!!!!
Okay, for real this time. (Clears throat.)
This year, I am participating yet again in NaNoWriMo. For those of you wondering why I'm spending my time writing a novel that has the possibility of never seeing daylight, here is the link of where my time, energy, and money are going.
NANOWRIMO LINK!!!!!!! (FOLLOW MEEEEEEEE!!!!!) With it now being halfway through the month, I am at 22,704 words on a goal of 50,000. That means only 27,296 words to go!! (YAY!!!!!! :D) So far so good. I really like this novel and I am feeling good about getting to the word count. I am starting to wonder, however, if this novel is going to be like the last one. My last novel word count was a little about 74,000 words. This one might end up being a bit more than 50,000 as well, but I'm not worried! For all of you who care, here's the plot synopsis (Which may or may not actually be what the story ends up being about) and an excerpt from the tale I am currently jotting from brain to pen to paper to computer. (<-- Behold my writing process; isn't it glamorous?!)
Synopsis:
Webby Watson and Ben Stratly are college professors who are recruited
for a mission to the Surface in hopes that their research team will discover a
way to get the human race back out into the open after nearly a century below-ground. Along the way there
is a lot of danger and adventure, and hopefully they can come up with a
solution to their impending doom before all of the lights go out and the
entire human race is destroyed.
Excerpt:
Webby Watson wasn’t the most normal of girls. She didn’t have any
friends and she liked it that way. Friends were for insecure people who
were uncomfortable being alone with themselves. The best person to
talk to, in her opinion, was herself. Not that she ever talked back,
but maybe that was the point.
Webby wasn’t really her name. It was Georgia Elizabeth Watson. She
had never particularly liked her name, so she decided to change it.
When she was eight, Webby’s mother made her join the swim team for the
youths to try to force her daughter to socialize; Mrs. Watson was a very
worrisome woman. It made her nervous that her only daughter didn’t
want to spend time with other little girls her own age.
Georgia was very competitive as a child. She was also a very
talented swimmer. She had been tall and thin for an eight year old and
that made her very fast. It also helped that she could analyze which
movements enhanced her speed and which movements she should minimize to
increase her speed. Because of her almost inhuman swimming abilities,
some of the children began calling her “Webby” behind her back
pretending that she had webbed feet like a frog and that’s what made her
so fast.
One day, when they called her “Webby” to her face to try to hurt her
feelings, they were surprised. Her reaction had been the farthest from
what they had been expecting. Instead of getting upset, Georgia smiled
and said, “Webby? Hm. Webby. I like it.” Then she had turned and
left with her mother to go home for the day. The other children didn’t
know how to respond.
On the walk home, Webby, as she now referred to herself, told her
mother her new name. Her mother was a bit taken aback, but pleased
that the other children had liked her little Georgia well enough to give
her a nickname. Maybe her plan was going to work after all.
(End of Excerpt)
It's a fun, new idea that I'm running with and I've been enjoying the time I get to write it (except for the day that I didn't feel well. that wasn't fun at all). I think I would like to novel for the rest of my life and pretend its noveling month forever. That sounds ideal.
(P.S. I've been having good fun with all these parenthesis for this blog. I might use them more often in the future . . . if I remember).
Rannygazoo
This year I did it! I wrote 50070 words in 30 days. I loved every second of it even though it was at times frustrating. But, now that I've accomplished this goal, I'm going to go to bed! Happy December! :D