Apologies for the long silence on the progress of NaNoWriMo! But the good news is that I haven’t been here because I’ve been over there, head down and typing away at the novel draft. There’s been some ups and down, with word count advancing and retreating from the by-day goal (though nothing as fraught as earlier in the month!) And this morning before work I typed my last few hundred words to link-up and flesh out my last couple partial scenes, and typed Fin. at the bottom.
Only to find I was exactly 173 words short of 50,000 for the month!
So I went back and expanded a much earlier scene that I already knew needed revising, to finally wind up at 50,009 by my calculations.🙂 Trying to get it across 50,000 for NaNo’s validator was a little more complicated, as new and old writing was hopelessly enmeshed within the draft. I’ve been calculating all month by subtracting my pre-NaNo word count from my total. So just between you and me, I validated 50,000 words of the novel draft in NaNo’s validator…I just can’t claim that they were the same 50,000 words that I wrote this month.
This makes my fifth NaNo, and it was both the same and different. Writing in 15 minute sprints, like last year, worked brilliantly again. I average 400 words in 15 minutes, so I spent the whole month calculating how I could get enough sprints in each day to manage my word goal. There were fewer moments of big-picture inspiration (suddenly seeing how it all fits together) because this draft was so fully imagined that I already knew how most things fit together…but there were smaller-picture inspiration moments, making a scene work or getting a particularly nice bit of dialogue in.
I have a couple early scenes I still need to write in the draft but I am within a hair’s-breadth of completion and that is truly exciting. Though I am also already making extensive plans for the revisions…so this may still go on for quite a while.
But today I’m celebrating another 50,000 word November. So have an excerpt about books! I wrote most of this during November, except for half a page in the middle. It’s complicated…🙂
It took me a month to read Hamlet. It wasn’t nearly as long or dense as Victor Hugo, with significantly less architecture. Instead there was love and sword fights and betrayal and conspiracy. And Erik was right, the plot meandered a lot as Hamlet tried to bring himself to kill his uncle (or decide definitely not to), but they said wonderful things along the way. There were a few perfectly ordinary phrases I’d been using my whole life without knowing they’d come by way of Hamlet.
I thought it was delightful. Right up until the final Act. And that sent me marching off to Erik’s apartments in a state of righteous outrage.
I knocked first (I wasn’t that outraged) and once he invited me to enter I strode in and demanded, “Why didn’t you tell me Hamlet died?” Continue reading