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tori_angeli) wrote2007-11-19 01:18 am
Why do I torture myself?
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Yes, I have decided to keep doing NaNoWriMo, but I am so far behind now. I wrote almost 5000 words tonight and came up with all kinds of trash, most of which isn't even narrative OR dialogue, but commentary. The first part of it is downright hilarious. I'll post starting where it gets really bad. Let the non-funny parts serve as a warning to those of you who attempt NaNoWriMo--it is not for wimps. Now I have to recharge for tomorrow, when I will write 5000 MORE words.
You know, they had been there for just a few hours, not even an afternoon on Earth, very little time compared to all the survivor stories Falcon had studied in the academy and read in magazines, but a shower and a good meal sounded unbelievably good right at that moment. Some time of not being in the invasion zone of peoples’ personal bubbles would be a real blessing as well. Very little could make her refuse something like this, things she had taken for granted so often in her past, what had she been thinking? And now that she was on the brink of losing that forever, any sense of personal self or anything in the worldf that would be nrmal to a normal regular human being or homo sapien or anything else that was a live on the green good earth and all of the mother earth’s children new age crap I am just trying to get in my word count for pete’s sake what do you expect of me? I am so far behind on this. Anyway, now that she was on the brink of losing forever everything that made her personal space her personal space and even the ability to take showers due to the fact that there were no showers in the escape pod, she thought she might go mad after weeks or even days of not having any personal space at all no sir whatsoever she just might go mad.
So personal space, in conclusion, was very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very important to Falcon. So extremely important, in fact, that it was very VERY very very very very very very very very very very very veryv eryv very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very important to her. Not that she didn’t like hugs, but she was okay with hugs, she had less of a sense of a personal bubble than some people. But she didn’t like hugs THAT much, and would as soon shake hands with someone. I am cracking up at this. Maybe I should make this novel into an MST or a parody or perhaps a comedy or a novel that makes fun of the writer who wrote the novel written by the writer.
And as Tori Angeli or whatever the real name of this author is keeps trying to catch up on her word count, her main character, Falcon, glares at her a lot and stares and glares and glares some more, wondering why Tori is playing around and not concentrating on making this the wonderful novel she had planned. It is a little nuts, and quite offensive. Falcon feels like Tori is not taking her seriously enough. If she were reading this novel, Falcon would be laughing and shaking her head and thinking that her friend Tori is completely absolutely totally insane, but that’s why she loves her.
“Why did you agree to do NaNo,” Falcon snaps, irritated for absolutely no reason whatsoever besides the offensive behavior from Tori that was mentioned in the previous paragraph, “if you’re not going to actuall write this novel, but make fun of yourself and goof around just to get a higher word count because you’re afraid of finishing the story and not having enough words?”
“I think you just summed it up there, Falcon,” says the author, Tori, myself, the one with the pen name rather than the nom de guerre as opposed to the nom de plume. “I am planning on writing a whole bunch of crap until I get to thirty thousand words at the end of the night. Then I’ll keep going at this rate for a while until I finish, and I will have finished NaNo, and NaNo will have been finished by Tori.”
“Which is the idea,” Raven pipes up.
Well, I got bored with this crappy sleazy floury booky mental vomit and decided to get back to the story so it felt like I would be writing an actual novel rather than a bunch of pure whatever this is.
So Falcon turned away and decided to get some sleep, seeing as how there wasn’t much else she could do. She had only closed her eyes for a moment before she heard a cry in Niko’s key.
“Someone’s coming!”
Falcon’s eyes popped open and zapped to the sage, who was sitting up suddenly with a look of alarm on his face. “Friend or foe?” she asked him quickly.
Niko shook his head. “I can’t tell that,” he said, exasperated. “I can tell between sage and non-sage. That is all.” His violet eyes glanced nervously around, like he didn’t expect people to believe him. Man, I’m having a hard time really writing well today. Maybe I should RP and get the juices going, I don’t know.
It’s not like anybody pays attention to what goes into the novel. Writing a novel really is harder than it seems. I’m going to rant for a bit here, readers. If you sign up for national novel writing month, be sure to know what you are in for. You will be writing this when you would rather be writing something else. You will be writing this when you would rather not be writing at all. You will do this just to get a sense of accomplishment at the end of the month, and because your friends will think you are a senseless wimp or a wuss for giving up. So there are those friends. Then there are the ones who will support you however you decide, seeing as how your entire hobby of writing is being soaked up in this pointless and evil and senseless and quite crappy novel. So you’ll dedicate your life to this for four weeks, trying your best to keep writing and writing and writing and writing and writing and writing and writing and writing and writing and trying to do as much as you can to get the word count like repeating words for no reason and things like that because you’re so desperate to get the word count up that you stop caring, even though you are barely over halfway through your novel and you are wondering if it is worth it at all anymore. Then you will go for days without writing a single thing at all before finally going on a big huge binge of writing so you can catch up because you decided after all that you would still like to continue. At this point, you’ll be pretty sure you don’t want to do it again next year, but if you don’t finish, if you don’t win, you’ll feel compelled to. You keep telling yourself that this is something you want to do just once in your life, complete National Novel Writing Month, and that this is such a dream and totally worth it and you have so much fun the first week and a half or just the first week and then things start getting hard because it’s such an uphill climb to get to that first twenty five thousand words and then you realize you are only halfway through and that really, really, really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really stinks. And at this point, I’m not even writing a novel. I am writing a simple rant, and it has nothing to do with Falcon, or Hawk, or Niko, or Raven or Sparrow or Nightingale or Wren or even the deceased Captain Crow (I think that was a spoiler, but yes he died when the ship blew up). Does this even count? Should this count in my word count at all? I am not writing novel material here! I am just trying to catch up with my word count, and it is so totally pathetic that I am resorting to this but I am desperate and really want to finish this so I do not feel at all compelled to do this next year, because that would mean going through this all over again. It would be the same thing, the same task of having fun the first week and then groaning and crying about it for the next fifteen thousand words because this really is a task, it really is such a chore at this point that I barely even care about Falcon or Niko or Hawk, who are the three main characters, really, even though none of them are romantic interests for any of the others. In fact, I don’t think any of them get together with anyone ever in their lives. Although I could see Hawk as a real family man. Yeah, I should have him get together in a sequel or something with some girl who would be perfect for him. At any rate, this whole thing was probably a mistake, but I do want to finish, I want to get to that downward slope and realize that I really ca do this, because I am a fast typer and I don’t give up and whatever this novel turns into, however crappy it becomes, I know I will have gotten to that fifty thousand word mark and I will have completed and won this National Novel Writing Month like I have wanted to do for years. But take this as a caveat, readers. If you want to do National novel writing month, you really should decide beforehand if it is really the way you want to spend your entire November. Some people can do it quickly, while some like me have more trouble because they really do want to do quality work and find this mental vomit to be quite tiresome. This is a really long paragraph. I really enjoy writing more when I’m thinkig very hard about it as I write it, and feeling good about what I wrote rather than this crud with not editing and not thinking about the words you are putting down. I feel like I am a ood writer when I do that, rather than this quantity over quality thing. So why am I continuing this? Because I have wanted to do it for so long, and I will feel so good to get it over with and post it somewhere maybe and that will be after it is edited and I will have a real sense of accomplishment because man, this is really tough and this whole paragraph which is insanely long is nothing but filler, nothing but word count, and I’m trying to see if I can squeeze an extra thousand words out of it, but even one thousand words is only a small percentage of the overall count, burt I guess every word counts. I am making so many typos, and I am trying to hard to just not edit anything and type whatever comes to mind or at least what would make me sound a little bit sane because this whole session of writing has been quite amusing and I believe I will put it up on my LJ later just so people can see the kind of crap you write during National novel writing month. Well, it seems that this paragraph has exceeded one thousand words, although I am not quite ready to go back to our characters just yet, because you know, this is a really crucial point and I’m kind of scared to go back to it after all this stuff has been written. Maybe I could get two thousand words out of this paragraph, I might try to do that and see if I can do that because I a mjust tryig to get caught up, because I eel so pathetic for slagging off so much on this and am racing to get back on track. I am sure that once I pass a certain point, I will start feeling like I am on a downhill slide and will be on the move again, but for now, I am just trying to get thoughts down, keep the juices going somehow. Maybe it would help if I bunnied a little as I wrote this paragraph. I mean, I know everything else that will happen in this novel. Maybe that is a mistake, to know what will happen in your novel before writing it. I really enjoy writing stories that I don’t plan all the way and seeing where the characters take it. But this story has a really good plan, and a really good outline, even if it’s not a super original space opera plot. But man, this is a very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very long paragraph. I am quite sure this paragraph could go on for the rest of the novel. I will see if it gets me at least to the twenty nine thousand word mark. After that, it will be a pushover to get to thirty thousand words by the end of the night. Maybe I will finish this chapter with Nightingale’s death, which will be sad because she just started showing personality, what with the conversation and jokes about cannibalism and Hawk being annoying and everything and all. Hawk is really neat, I think. I based him off a video game character of the same name from Seiken Densetsu 3, which was never released in
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In some strange, twisted parallel universe it is possible that you and I are writing the EXACT SAME NOVEL!
0mgwtfbbqsauce!!111!!
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I milked almost 3000 words out of that Megaparagraph. I was kinda proud of myself. Hopefully I'll be able to write actual story tomorrow, when I have recovered from this ordeal. If not, I can chug out more of the same. I am determined to get that word count.