11.20.2009

NaNoWriMo Stream of Consciousness

"How many words have I got? Thirty thousand and some? How long have I been in the thirty thousands? Days? Weeks? Months? I've lost count ... Why does the count rise so slowly? This storyline has scope, dang it! Three primary characters and four worlds ... how can it seem like not enough to fill the word count? I have to get at least ten thousand words out of this world, and they simply cannot all be adjectives.... By the time I get done editing in December, will I have only half the words I do now? Ack! Kill that thought right now, or I will never finish.

"Here I am starting paragraphs that I can't see the end of ... I have no idea where this scene is going. Now when I get to that scene, I will have something to write about. Must get to that scene. Must ... get ... to ... that ... scene! I'll do like the Little Engine that Could. I think I can. I think I can. I think I can. The Little Engine that Could always makes me think of the movie Major Payne. Distraction! Write, Jenna, write! I think I can. I think I can. I think I can...."

4 comments:

  1. I thought about doing this a few years ago, then promptly forgot about it. I am enjoying your blog and admire your tenacity. I got a chuckle out of the "cheats". Perhaps I will try next year...
    Erin

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  2. Thanks for the comment and compliment, Erin! If you decide to do it next year, let me know. We could help motivate each other. :)

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  3. This sounds vaguely like the story of my life. Kudos to you for being closer to your nanowrimo goal than I am...by about 30k words...I have a busy week...

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  4. Thanks, Mr. Pond! Best of luck with your catching up. I hope you win.

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