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|Sunday, November 2nd, 2008|
|Tuesday, October 28th, 2008|
|Tuesday, November 6th, 2007|
|Sunday, November 4th, 2007|
The Great 2007 NaNoWriMo Extravaganza
Is anyone here participating this year? And if so, are you going the SF/F/H route? I am. You can find my profile over here
if you want to take a look. It's sort of an Urban Fantasy/Horror story involving a Private Detective/Necromancer who is tracking a stolen Sidhe artifact that proves to be more dangerous than she though. Current Mood: curious
|Friday, October 5th, 2007|
It's getting close again!
Welcome back to SFFHnanowrimo! Feeling ready to write? Got an idea yet? Want to post about it and warm up to it, drool at the possibilities, kibitz and get ideas?
Welcome back. This year's going to be a good one.
My plans so far involve writing this year's fantasy novel as a wedding gift for Kitten42 and HeraldoftheAbyss (SFFmuse handles, not sure if either is on LJ).
For Kitten42: Horses
For HeraldoftheAbyss: Wizards, epic battles, dragons
For both of them (something both of them like in fantasy) Smart characters who aren't stupid, who have a mouth on them and make sarcastic witty comments and have a great deal of common sense.
So far my tentative plan is that the smart character with a sarcastic wit is the horse, and that he might be the point of view character and hero of the book. A magical horse who's not a mystical Companion and not a humble servant, but a mouthy sarcastic stallion with an equine outlook on life and a lot of horse sense. His romantic interest might be an elven steed mare, beautiful, magical and mysterious.
So that's my sketchy premise. My opening conflict is something like the cavalry charge at the end of The Two Towers, cavalry on a hill charging down at (No way! Those are PIKES down there, bub, did you notice that steady row of pikemen down there under our charge, all braced and poking sharp pointy things at us horses? This is a lousy tactic. I'm gonna die...) and then he has to find a way to survive that and maybe turn the tide of the battle. It was the one implausible thing in the film -- those orcs should have broken the tide of Eomer's cavalry. If they had other weapons, they wouldn't have, but pikes against a cavalry charge kill the horses before they can get to the pikemen.
|Thursday, October 26th, 2006|
This year I'm not going for maximum wordcount or multiple novels. This year I am doing one novel, though it will probably run over 100,000 words. I'd like it to be roughly 120,000 words, which for me is very doable.
The tough thing about it will be genre. Instead of fantasy, this year I have a Horror premise: Death Angel.
A psychotic nurse who kills her patients wakens an evil so deep even the vampires are its victims...
|Wednesday, September 28th, 2005|
Early Bird catches the Outline
Who is WriMo enough to already be thinking about NaNo this year? :3 I am already checking out all of the lj communities again! XD Already plotting my next fantasy/horror disaster! :D
|Tuesday, November 30th, 2004|
Sorry I didn't post sooner. Most of you probably saw it on the forums anyway. It's not like I didn't spend much of the last 24 hours posting like a maniac.
I had a double chapter day on November 29 and then wrapped up The Hunt
with a thousand word Prologue... I finished them both! PURRRR...
Now comes the fun part.
Today I got my new Dell laptop. Today I'm downloading my backups of both novels from Yahoo before I even grab anything else from archives. Amazingly, I am setting up a file structure and this week I'm actually organizing the stuff I bring over from other computers so it isn't some big hairy mess that I can't find anything in.
These novels are ready to edit as soon as my brain stops being oatmeal. :)
Onward! Congratulations to every Winner and every other winner -- if you got anything in on your novel, if you dared join and try, you got something out of this! And we have this community for year round support!
It's midnight... do you know where your novel is? :)
Check in and let us know where you're at! (If somebody's already done, edited and sent theirs, damn, okay... they're kidding or they're using a time warp!)
|Thursday, November 25th, 2004|
Yes, I know the second book isn't done.
But the demented-rabbit Winner Icon rocks, he looks even more maniacal as a winner! And the happy Validation.txt file now in my desktop's hard drive is just The Hunt to date!
I'd have had to retrieve The Necromancer's Tale from Yahoo or Gmail to go copying and pasting its chapters into the Validation Textfile, but I didn't have to. The Good Word Count Fairy poked and prodded me enough in the second half of the month that I got all caught up last night to where I only owe it a chapter a day -- and went over the 50,000 mark on the second book of the year.
I sneer at opposition. Sneer, sneer, sneer.
I gloat at my novels. Gloat, gloat, gloat.
Precioussss... my novel, my preciousssss... Paw, paw, paw.
Okay, it will have to stand up to as much mauling as any new kitten. It's cute and fuzzy and full of homicidal mammoths and evil dead cannibal shamans. It's got a bit under 30,000 words to go. I've got a bit under six days to finish it in, for actually about 4,600 words a day. Since the chapters run 4,500 to 5,100 words each, a chapter a day keeps the Inner Editor away!
He gets to show up in December, because he's already itching to be let out of the dungeon to write in a new scene in The Necromancer's Tale,
expand on the magic rituals with a bit more humour, and tighten all the sentences while checking Strunk & White Elements of Style
to make sure that's a good quality book before it gets a little presentation package, a good cover letter rewritten a dozen times, a printout and some postage.
My goal in 2005 will be to send out three more novels, for a grand total of four on submission, tripling my chances that 2005 is The Year.
But right now I'm breaking the tape on the finish line for the best month of the year and the best NaNoWriMo ever!
And this year... this year I finish this book!
Not flu nor holidays nor squinty overbright sunshine in my window tempting me to illustrate instead shall stay me from my appointed words...
The above is reposted from my regular LJ. The following is the addendum for sffh_nanowrimo
-- Post 'em if you got 'em!
Validation started this morning for Nanowrimos who sensibly got past 50,000 before assorted relatives who don't read descend with cooked turkeys and televisions blaring, to suck your brains out lest you infect the family with an intellectual tendency to write, let alone that mind-destroying sci-fi pulp
that deplorably reduces a reading public used to whodunits, romances and newspapers to gibbering weirdos who can't quote Shakespeare or Hemingway on demand or turn on a television set without flinching. (This is how the genre was viewed when I was young, folks, today it's as respectable as Mystery or Romance and hits the New York Times Bestseller List
regularly, and the television has been infected with our mind-destroying alien pulpness, producing such weirdness as Babylon-5
and The Stand
to dement viewers away from such traditional pursuits as Monday Night Football).
This is the time of accounting. This is the time you can change your green bar to a purple one, these are the final days of the fun big forums that brought us together from so many countries and regions to go nuts on our keyboards.
This is the time to finish your novel, if you got that cool purple Winner Bar but you haven't reached the magic words The End.
And if your blue bar hasn't turned green, this is the time to crank down on your word count. Ignore your relatives. Insist turkey be brought to you at the computer and ignore any footballs thrown at your head, throwing a monumental tantrum if one of them hits the screen.
No matter how far behind you are, there are folks who have done Novel in a Week
runs and it is possible to stay awake that long, type that continuously, drink that much caffeine and reach the Winner Bar! Go for it! It ain't over till it's over! Type to the last minute of the month if you have to! Drive to a different time zone to steal an hour, or have yourself driven while pounding on your laptop! You can do it! Gibberish R Us! Let it flow, let it flow, let it flow...
These are the last days of NaNoWriMo 2004... and the beginning... of the editing...
And this community will stay alive year round, because The End is just The Beginning.
And if you do that literally with your novel it's freaky and kinda rocks and I haven't seen that before, but it could work with time travel or flashbacks or several other cool plot devices. Way cool. Write on. Happy Writing Y'all!
|Saturday, November 20th, 2004|
Disaster and triumph...
Seven chapters into The Hunt
with about 32,000 and change plus a well organized Cast List, a couple of illustrations done (one mammoth in colored pencil and one Smilodon in watersoluble colored pencil with water in the shadows), I stupidly, stupidly, stupidly spilled almost a full glass of diet soda into my laptop, Toshi. meowwwwwww...
I was in the habit of having both computers on the same desk, playing Diablo 2 on my desktop as reward for finishing chapters in my laptop. Now my laptop is on the bookcase headboard of my bed upside down on a towel draining and drying. I can't even turn it on and test it to see if there was damage till Tuesday, because Constance, who's had this kind of trouble before, said that booting while there's any chance of dampness could cause worse damage than already happened.
I know Toshi had an unclean shutdown, but has survived unclean shutdowns before. Linux scrolls up and says "Unclean, unclean!" like a Biblical leper and then patiently mends the damage and checks everything like a good OS.
I had the brains and sense to mail in my backups including Chapter 7, which I'd just finished, to my Yahoo mailbox. I forwarded them all to Starweaver, our geek housemate, who synced my PDA and converted them to .pdb files -- something I'd meant to do anyway got taken care of because of the trouble. If I keep updating my Visor, I could write in that and transfer to text and mail out to Yahoo and install in hard drive over in my desktop too -- and still have something portable to write in if we get out to attend one of the local Colorado Other NaNoWriMo get-togethers.
So today my resolution is to write on my game machine, Ema -- and not open my computer game till I get those next two chapters written. Wish me luck. I'm warming up and building some energy for it, I've blogged for two and a half hours now so my fingers are limbered up.
Time to look at the Pleistocene Morning After, when everyone is exhausted and homeless and miserable. While it snows outside and I'm toasty warm right next to the heater and a window. :)
|Saturday, November 6th, 2004|
Chapter 12 done... and Goalpost One!
I've made Goal #1 on my four stepped goals for NaNoWriMo, with the second one just around the corner in another 30,000 words or so, give or take a few.
I should get to the second book by the start of the 11th, finishing this one on the 10th, if I can keep this up.
For the sixth day, I did it!!! WOOT!
|Friday, November 5th, 2004|
Five days!!!! WOOT!!!
Chapter 10 done and slightly over halfway to the real length of The Necromancer's Tale
at 80,000 words.
Lydia Sexton, my friend, another member of <a href="http://www.sffmuse.com>SFFmuse</a> has finished her first book for November at about 55,600 and change. She got ahead of me. I am awed. She actually has to attend school and is underage, yet she managed to get hers done. That's intense and it puts my amazing wordcounts into perspective. She rocks. Three cheers for Lydia!
In plot-news, the Necromancer got drunk, got tattooed, got his Windmaster papers, got more drunk, got plastered, passed out and got retrieved by a gryphon because he forgot to go to Court to meet Baron Cymron. Sobering up by a nasty spell, he and the gryphon came to an agreement that he will continue copying texts from his Order's library (the open sections) in exchange for the gryphons' aid retrieving his Ancient Elders. Master Librarian Corendil returned the soulstone the gryphons kept in the Scryptorium when he arranged the deal.
Started early, got lazy...
Chapter 9 done, some of the locations of the soulstones are shown, the conflict between Narasil and the Necromancer ends with her paying weregild and forswearing evil powers she'd already apparently forsworn. But she may still be up to something. Significant Omission... while she swore to save his life at least once, she did not swear never to try to kill him again. We'll find out more about this lady in later chapters, I'm sure. And even more about whether anyone was behind her...
My favorite set of villains is being coy again and they always work through pawns and go-betweens and get extremely subtle in pulling their stuff off. They will tend to be three stages away from whoever gets caught and are good for so much mileage. And this is a tiny little port no great multidimensional Powers care much about...
|Thursday, November 4th, 2004|
Chapter 8 ... Day 4 Done!
Made my words the fourth day in a row. It's adding up fast.
Chapter 8 he gets paid for his day fishing with the fishermen, then is interrogated by a gryphon and listed in a registry of visiting mages and invited to Baron Cymron's Court. Later he meets Galloray again who convinces him to accept weregild for Narasil's murder attempt rather than dueling her or demanding her death. Galloray tries to explain her side of it but eventually says that since the Necromancer did choose the weregild, if she refuses to give it he'll stand with the Necromancer.
Chapter 7 done...
Astrella and the Necromancer have a long discussion and he signals a fishing boat to get a ride from the rock to the harbor. He winds up out on the day's fishing trip, doesn't speak the language, cuts himself on a poisoned barb from a fish, gets that cut out but at the end of the day finds one of the missing soulstones in a fishbelly on the way back to harbor. Whew!
Late start today at about 3pm, but I got half my words now and I'll keep going. :)
|Tuesday, November 2nd, 2004|
Chapter 4 done!
17,899 at the end of Chapter 4, with the insertion of 175 more words into Chapter 3 where they belonged. A plot detail in the very last scenelet needed to be described, and got in -- even though I don't intend to spring it till they get to Eastcliffe. That may take two or three more chapters.
Right now the poor sod's trying to understand strange elf magic, got half the chart book pages stuck to each other with a curse, gotten his soul magically bound into the ethereal Hall Arcane by the paranoid Founder, stood a watch waving a silver astrolabe not using it as an astrolabe exactly, but just to see the reflections of the magical New Lighthouse at Eastcliffe which the Missing Elders started projecting across worlds to call him, and gotten violently seasick on deck with the promise of a magical cure because a flying fish that hit him, if eaten, supposedly cures maldemer. Or that may be Galloray's attempt at that well known style of magic, the 'self fulfilling prophecy.'
Right now I think he'd believe almost anything from an elf.
It was fun to write and I've got the day's words again! For the second time! Yayy! 28 more days to go with this!
Chapter 3 done...
Onward into Chapter 4 -- Chapter 3 was mostly getting him organized on the ship and some flashbacks when the noon bells rang that made him send some money to a local vendor to keep sending holiday baskets to the abbey that raised him as a foundling. Galloray reveals that he dropped the young Necromancer at said Abbey.
|Monday, November 1st, 2004|
Chapter 2 done!
This year the Progress Meter folks offer static images that keep the amount you wrote at the time you posted. This should match the one on my previous post, now. However when I post the next chapter, the next one will go up, the previous will go up, and this one will record what my words were on this day!
As for what happens in Chapter 2, the Necromancer discovers his left vambrace gone, argues a lot with his ghosts and then signs on the elven ship Golden Wavedancer
as "Windmaster" or ship's magician to chase after the Leftmost Star,
the ship that has the loot. He chose that instead of chasing the Barry Swain
that carries the thief away out of the novel, and it was a conscious choice of rescue or vengeance. I had fun with that especially when the ghost that told him the choice was more for vengeance!
First Chapter Done -- and progress meter!
Posting this for a brag. My first chapter's done at 4524 words, a bit longer than my planned 4k chapters. "And change" will help build up "Virtual Days" in case I slow down.
And also because it's a very cool continuing-update meter! They've got two versions now. You can copy and paste the fixed-number one so that your progress on particular days is recorded, or use the easy old one that whatever you post on the site will update every instance of it. Fits in sig lines, on LJ entries, on webpages, anywhere you want it. And shows it proportional to Nanowrimo as a whole with plenty of space for the dial to zoom over if you're doing a bigger book!
Enjoy. Just click on the dial to get to their page and sign up, or renew your account. :)
Scene One Done!
Yeah! 2012 words, set in Kerrabrigh at the first bell of the night as master thief Ferrig proposes to the wench Talora who helped him by putting a mickey in the Necromancer's drink. "Will it kill him?" "I'm a thief, not a murderer."
Next: a daring theft.