NaNoWriMo Daily Journal

Day One
1800 words in three hours. Surprising how quickly it moves when you make very few corrections as you go. (And I remembered to hit spell-check) The writing style, as it turns out, is very tongue-it-cheek, but I had a gooood time. Enough for the first day.

Prologue opening....
I died. It was the hottest day in September of 1723, and one of the last things I remember was feeling faint as I climbed the stairs to the drop. Beads of perspiration rolled down my cheeks and dripped like candle wax onto the wood floor. I remember staring down at the wet-speckled planks, asking for a cloth to wipe my face. Strange I should think it bothersome when I was about to die.

Well, we're going for quantity with this challenge, not quality. If I were critiquing, the first thing I'd say is, I used the word remember twice in the same paragraph. Also, the second line is a bit too much like "It was a dark and stormy night". I mustn't fix though. The idea is not to.

Day Two
2423 words today. So far, I've not given up the ghost. Itching to rewrite what's written. It's all I can do to stop myself.

A line from wip.....
...tall stalks of oats and barley, heavily laden with water, dripping and bent low like mourners in the kirkyard...

Day Three
1859 words today. The story is moving. A mystery has appeared. Moved on to chapter two with the plot starting to show itself. I've got no log line and I've done no plotting outline for this. Just want to see what happens as it happens.

Some lines from wip...
She stared up at the low beams crossing the ceiling, hand-hewn by her great-grandfather – thick with layers of bees wax, richly oiled and cared for with the passage of time. His marks. His hands.

Day Four
1969 words today. Hard slog today and I'm not happy with much of it at all. Tired. Maybe it has something to do with the clocks going back. I guess part of this exercise is to force yourself to write even when you're really not buzzed to. So today's efforts were certainly quantity over quality for the most part.

some lines from wip...
(five year old son just fell in the midden)

“What a mess you are boy and you stink.” she said. Margaret held her nose away, trying not to smell the odor emanating from his clothes. “There's nothing for it but to strip down and have a dunk in the pond.”

“It's too cold mama. I'll die of kinsumpton.”

“If there is such a thing as kinsumpton, well you could, but since there isn't, I don't see it a possibility. A quick scrub-down and we'll have you in the house warming by the fire.” She grabbed the shoulder of his jacket with two fingers and led him to the pond. “Oh, you do get into messes at the farm, lad.”

“Liliana's mummy died of kinsumpton. Liliana told me herself. You know, I really do feel it coming on Mama. I am ailing since the midden.” He stuck his hand to his forehead. “Are you sure there's no such thing as kinsumpton, because Liliana is two years older than me and she is very wise. She told me so.”

“And I'm much older and wiser than you both, so who are you going to listen to?”

They reached the pond and he removed his clothes and quickly jumped into the water, continuing to speak through chattering teeth. “Well, all I have to say is, if I do die of kinsumpton, I don't want you to feel sorry. You were a good mother in many ways."

Day Five
2132 words today. Don't know how I managed it. Spent most of the day on an exercise in the Book and Writer's Community Forum and about four hours on todays Nano words.

little snippet sent with tired eyes.... and posting this one because I love the last historical phrase used in the time period.

He handed him his mug of hot cider. Ephram looked at his mother as if to ask permission and she nodded. “What do you say to the kind gentleman?”

“Thank you m'lord.” The mug was much bigger than his little hand and he used both to hold it, struggling with it's weight.

“Your servant, laddie”

“Your servant, sir.”

Day Six
2350 words today. Mostly dialogue bits, but I also managed to get the story plotted, which is good. There's going to be a lot of research next month when I start the rewrites. Lots of brackets and question marks and "remember to check this" notes. I do like the story though. I hoped it would show itself and it has.

Day Seven
3002 words today. Reworked story line a bit. Changed setting from Edinburgh to London, because I have a better knowledge of the city during this time period and I know very little about Edinburgh in any period. No time for research. It's kind of a race against the clock. This thing is getting messy. Oh my God, the editing it needs. I've got too much untagged dialogue, not enough internals, the pov switches are ridiculous. My MC is a dullard. She didn't start out that way. It's the hurrying, I think. Getting it down without playing with much isn't my style. Normally I take my time working on a simple line or phrase, getting is just so. But I promised myself, I'd keep writing no matter what and just treat it like a very rough overly long summary with some reasonable bits to work with. I can just melt into it when the month is over and I'm looking forward to the first rewrite ... breaking it down and making it make sense with all the pretty, shiny bits I so miss. I think I'll read some poetry tonight. I need something pretty to read.

Day Eight
1478 words today. Slowed down a bit. Hope I can pick it up tomorrow. Too many interruptions and things that couldn't wait.

Day Nine
986 words today. Spent most of the day working on character sketches, histories, backgrounds etc., so didn't get a great deal written. Woke up thinking about the crap I've put to the pages and wondering if a race is really a helpful exercise, because it is a race. How helpful is it though, when you write crap and you know it's crap? How does continuing to write said crap motivate you write more crap, if that makes any sense? Got myself a mantra yesterday from Beth at Books and Writer's Community. "Finish something, so you know you can." (Wasn't written for me especially, but I knew I had to take it as my own while I'm doing this) I especially need this mantra now, when I just want to burn what I've got thus far. But, I remind myself again, for this exercise, I'm more interested in story. I knew from the start, it would have no "pretty, shiny" bits. I need to cut the crap ... I mean let it go. So, I'll finish it, ignoring the crappy bits, even the ones that no longer have any relationship to the story because the story has changed so much. I'm hoping to reach 50,000 by the 27th so I can clean it up a bit, not that anyone will read it, but I'd only be cheating myself if I padded it with the crap before sending it for the word count to be verified. I just don't want to look back yet. I know I'll throw in the towel if I do. I'll stop whining now.

Day Ten
day of rest with some research

Day Eleven
day of excuses

Day Twelve
520 words

Day Thirteen
1488 words today. Need to pick it up.

Day Fourteen
2357 words today. Story is moving. It's still crap, very rough and very muddled, but I see the light at the end of the tunnel as I'm on schedule and almost at the half-way mark. And I do like the story. To write a novel in a month, you at least have to like the story. If I didn't, I'd quit now. Writing crap for the sake of writing is no exercise. I could write in, it, in, on, for, so, and, off, or and at 5000 times and it would be the same thing. The repair work will be fun. I've passed over huge chunks of important bits, but it's only 50k words, so there's lots to do when this is over.

Day Fifteen ... Half-Way Day
1730 words today and about 900 short of where I should be on this day. No bad though ... well in terms of word count. Not whining today. "Finish something, so you know you can." Also, I don't see this as a first draft. It's kind of a pre first-draft.

Day Sixteen
Away

Day Seventeen
Away

Day Eighteen
Away

Day Nineteen
Home but with migrane, so no writing. Urgh! Visited my sisters who both live in lake country. Something about the air pressure over large lakes. Get a nasty one 7 out 10 visits.

Day Twenty
Home but no writing. Over the migrane, but very draining.

Day Twenty-One
Up by 1561 words today, but I actually wrote 3291 words. Opened my file this am to find everything I wrote on thursday was gone. I suppose I didn't hit the save button, but probably hit disgard instead. Normally, I'd kick the computer moniter, but I was strangely calm about it, probably because I'm not proud of the words anyway. I've been writing like mad trying to make up for the days away and the 1730 words I lost. Um .... oh, drat! That's the best I can do.

Oh dear, I just realized I have nine days left. I need to write 2700 words a day or more, if I'm going to finish this thing. I did 3300 today, so I know I can manage this, but so much for finishing early.

"Finish something so you know you can." I have this pasted onto the monitor. It's so simple. Just finish it.

Day Twenty-Two
2467 words today. Need to pick it up.

Day Twenty-Three
3232 words today and I actually like some of the writing for a change. That light is getting brighter.

Day Twenty-four
3556 words today with only six days left. Ouch!

Day Twenty - Five
1435 words today. Five days left. Too many interuptions. 13,653 words to go.

Day Twenty-six
3679 words today. Hard slog, but I needed it. Lost about 6 six days this month and I was determined to hit 40,000 today. 9974 words to go with four days left. The writing is still dreadful, but heh.

Day Twenty-Seven
3994 words today. Getting closer.

Day Twenty-Eight
Computer bit the dust today. OMG. Main board died. Had to quickly buy another computer. No words this day. A day for hand-wringing. So close.

Day Twenty-Nine
3236 words today. One more day and not too bad afterall. Almost done.
3064 also. Somewhere, I've miscalculated. Must have been one of those days I thought I was away. I don't add to the diary everyday, usually the next morning before I start, so I messed up somewhere. The tally to date, however, is accurate according to office suite 3.

Day Thirty
3751 words and it's done, fin, the end. Awful. Awful. Awful, but I finished.