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Average Per Day: 801
Words Written Today: 1,902
Target Word Count: 50,000
Target Average Words Per Day: 1,667
Total Words Written: 4,865
Words Remaining: 45,135
Current Day: 5
Days Remaining: 25
At This Rate You Will Finish: On December 31, 2011
Words Per Day To Finish On Time: 1,806

Well, I did a pretty decent amount of work today. I did at LEAST my minimum. I'm going to have to crank it up a little more though, because I know I'm going to have a lot of downtime this month. So maybe I should be aiming at 2,500 words a day.

I need to start keeping track of my hourly rate, and I REALLY need to not worry about things like "consistent formatting", because I think I lost too much time worrying about that. But... my paragraphs need indents, damnit, and having to spend a few days on just indenting alone at the end of this project is just going to make me never do this again.

For now... I MUST stop writing and go to bed.

Please remember. I'm doing this for charity.
krowface: xenomorph in full lotus position (Default)
I seriously picked the wrong year to try to do NaNo.

It's not that I don't want to be a part of it, nor am I not capable. It's just that I have so much going on, it's hard for me to get any writing time in. I mean, I can write at work, but not when I'm at home. Not with what's going on, and seriously... have you seen the games coming out?

Yeah seriously... wrong year for this.

Regardless, I'm going to keep plugging away. I have every intention of finishing a novel this year, and I can do it. I just can't see myself being able to get it down within the deadline. Which is fine, because honestly, with the complete and total lack of interest or regard for almost ANYTHING i try to do from almost EVERYONE in my life (with only a few rare exceptions to this), I think it's okay now if I just tell everyone to go fuck off and I just write for myself, on my own time.

Also, I'm still doing the fundraiser.

Not that anyone gives a fuck about that either.


Anyways... back to writing. Because fuck you, that's why.
krowface: xenomorph in full lotus position (Default)
Average Per Day: 278
Words Written Today: 835
Target Word Count: 50,000
Target Average Words Per Day: 1,667
Total Words Written: 835
Words Remaining: 49,165
Current Day: 3
Days Remaining: 28
At This Rate You Will Finish: On April 27, 2012
Words Per Day To Finish On Time: 1,756

Pink eye is a bitch. It's hard for me to stare at a screen, so typing is a serious chore.

That being said, I think I just managed to crank out almost a thousand words in about an hour, so I think that's a good speed to do this on.

Here's hoping I can pound out a few thousand words this weekend, or it's just not gonna happen.

Strangely enough, I write most prolifically if I'm suffering from a high fever, or I'm drunk. So there's that. Maybe I can do both at once?

April huh? lulz.

krowface: xenomorph in full lotus position (Default)
Squinting his eyes against the setting sun, Jake stubbed his cigarette out against the corrigated metal of the train's roof and stood up. He twisted his torso enough to cause his spine to pop, slung his bolt-action rifle over his shoulder, and keyed in on his two-way radio.

"Sun down in twenty, time to come home."

The radio crackled briefly and its operator spoke up.

"Roger that. How's Spike? Anything?"

Jake looked down at the dog laying next to him. He squatted down and lovingly scratched around the collar on its neck. Spike raised his head slightly and lazily leaned into the boy's affections.

"Negative. But I don't have a good gut about this. Come home straight, don't fuck around."

"Language kid," the radio intoned.

Jake frowned and pressed the tiny red button on the cheap and grunged up radio in his hand. "Just come home. Now." He pleaded.

He hooked the radio into his belt, brushed the sandy blonde hair out of his eye, and shouldered his rifle. Looking through the scope he had a pretty unobstructed view between the railyard and the general store at the end of the road. He swept the rifle from side to side, once quickly, and then once again slowly, looking for movement.

Startled by the loud bang of metal against metal, the young man spun around to face the hatch that was just thrown open by a tomboyish redhead.

"Fuck! Jo, what I tell you about throwing doors open," he admonished her.

"I dunno Jake, what they say about your language?" she shot back, as she pulled herself up onto the roof, and brushed down the hem of her polka-dotted sun dress. She dropped to her knee, suddenly very focused on the undoing of one of her boot laces.

Jake turned back to the direction of the setting son and looked back into the scope. "Remind me again why everyone's on my case about my cursing?" he grumbled.

"Oh, you don't remember how you almost got all of us ran out of New Orleans by the King himself for that expletive laden tirade of yours?"

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I guess I should make it official. I’m throwing my hat into the ring. At the most, I will end up with a finished project. At the least, maybe I’ll just get this “writing” thing out of my system.

This year I’m going to be part of National Novel Writing Month.

“Valuing enthusiasm and perseverance over painstaking craft, NaNoWriMo is a novel-writing program for everyone who has thought fleetingly about writing a novel but has been scared away by the time and effort involved.

This approach forces you to lower your expectations, take risks, and write on the fly.

Make no mistake: You will be writing a lot of crap.

Also, I’ve decided if I’m going to spend time doing this, I might as well use my powers for good, and give something back. So I’ll be doing this as a fundraiser for The Office of Letters and Light, a charity that creates free creative writing programs for kids and adults in over 500 cities and towns, 3,000 classrooms, and 200 libraries every year.

Please visit my fundraising page and shower me with positive attention.

Originally published at One Misfired Synapse. Please leave any comments there.

krowface: xenomorph in full lotus position (Default)
With the beginning of the new year, I'm perfectly ready to start putting more energy into getting even more of my shit together. I have a few great things planned out. Not much, mind you, because my laptop is flat out dead now, but I think if I look at my to-do list hard enough, I can find things on it I can do that doesn't involve my computer. Or at least things that don't involve *my* laptop.

Of course, I just came down with a seriously nasty cold, so I'm not doing shit that warrants my attention for more than 5 minutes at a clip.

Which really sucks, because I really need to get off of my ass and WRITE.

A few things have been weighing heavily around my neck, and I really need to just talk about them. I'm just not ready yet. I need to string the right words together for it.

Also, I really want to get in on that NANOWRIMO (whatever, fuck off) project this year. I figure joining it would motivate me to get a ton of writing in, and also it might get me motivated to finish up my Zombie Movie, which I have been "writing" for over three years now. I look at it once every few months, but I never really do anything with it. I was going to turn it into an actual script and then continue, but I don't know. Maybe I should just finish it up as the story it is, and then work on converting the formatting.

So yeah, I'm taking a very deserved break from web design. I'm also going to ignore the 3D CGI stuff until classes start. Which means I should find more time for writing.

So yeah, NANNARIMORI day 1: word count ZERO.
didn't write shit cuz i'm so sick i'm practically hallucinating.

am i doing it right?

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