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Yay, this was part of the Good News week finale. And it rocked.
*edits cause she found a better quality one.
At 1:48 this morning, Jessica crossed the line, and reached 50,000 words of insanity in her Nano. She then collapsed and fell asleep. Just thought I'd share.
In case you are wondering, the 50,000th word was 'hands' just thought I'd say. Yeah.
The great thing about it, is that both things are shown in detailed evidence in the picture that acompanies the post. I know my internal editor died a while ago, but today I recieved proof that my external editor has joined it in the grave. RIP Microsoft Word Spell Check, not that I will miss you, you where kind of shitty to begin with, and the red lines where getting annoying. The second thing that happened was I lost words due to a computer crash, 1,320 of them. I know it was that amount, because I had writen them in half an hour using write or die, and was very impressed with the number, it's the highest I have gotten so far. I had just pasted them into the document, put my finger on ctrl, and was about to hit S when the computer crashed. The auto save picked up the 100 words I had pasted in when I realised write or die wasn't on evil mode, but that was it. You can see the loss of words in the name Wunderkind (Autosaved). Yeah, so like, I'm not having the best night. That was stream of consiousness stuff that was very very very gory, and actually managed to make me feel sick, so maybe it's better that it ia lost, but still. There is now a large section of the letter "A" repeated alot in my nano, taking up exactly 1,320 words. At least I knew how many words it was, so I don't feel like I'm cheating at all. I've also put in a short descripion of the passage, along with some of the more gory details that I would probably have forgotten, and if I finish before the 30th, I'll fill in the scene again. I'm not re writing it now. Too pissed off. Damn it.
We take a break from out regularly schedualed program (or not so reularly as the case may be) to show a spiecial news bulliten. Steph's Internal editor was murded last night by complete bordem, a 20 sided dice and a need to get to 20,000 words by the next day. Here is how things went down: (Oh and if you comment on the complete ignoring of any dnd rules I will slap you. I used a dice roller that was as dnd as I could be bothered getting)
Knight of Ni says:
My internal editor isn't dead yet
Tonks is half way there! 35,098 words! says:
*sneak attacks your internal edditor with +3 Pickles of Burning Vengence* "Sneak attack Bitch!"
Knight of Ni says:
*flinches back an hisses then realises that pickles are edible*
*eats pickles*
Tonks is half way there! 35,098 words! says:
*rolls d20... gets a 20..* "OMG GUYS I GOT A 20! CRITICAL!
*Rolls 1d4+5d6 and multiplies the damage by 2*
Dude are you dead... how much hp does your internal editor have... and does it have dill resistance?
Knight of Ni says:
my internal editor has 524 HP why do you think it's so hard for me to lock her up
Tonks is half way there! 35,098 words! says:
Damn, I only did 32 damage. That sucks
Knight of Ni says:
Yes, yes it does
Tonks is half way there! 35,098 words! says:
*Legion of sentinels*
*legion of sentinels*
Legion of sentinels*
Thats damage if the editor so much as flinches
Knight of Ni says:
She gets into a staring competition with one of the sentinels
Tonks is half way there! 35,098 words! says:
Oohhh... I know.. Does your editor have a weakness to swords engraved with "Dudez I lik t0TaLy roz I 4 U Sp4m,” cause I totaly have me one of them
Knight of Ni says:
my internal editor flinches very badly indeed at the spelling
Tonks is half way there! 35,098 words! says:
Also "MAJOR IMAGE"
*Giant copy of the first eddition of the Magicians Guild apears in front of editor, sporting all of those horrendous typos."
Knight of Ni says:
You put a double d in edition, she's still not dead yet!!!!!!11
Tonks is half way there! 35,098 words! says:
mwahaha distraction... *SNEAK ATTACK BITCH* Weilds awzom +3 sowrd ov t0tle owwwnage!
thats... 2d8+6D6+1D10X2 cause i got a critical.. of cource.
OMG, I actualy used a dice roller for this... and I got 42
So thats 84 damage all up, suck on that internal editor! (can you tell I'm procrasitnating?)
Knight of Ni says:
you should not have rolled dice
you should have just said max damage
Tonks is half way there! 35,098 words! says:
Whatever. I forced her to move btw, so the sentinals get attacks of opportunity
Knight of Ni says:
she flinched. At the spelling.
Tonks is half way there! 35,098 words! says:
133 damage
Knight of Ni says:
She has a headache
so I like totaly use maximised, extended, still spelled, cast 3 levels above normal greater whelm... which has the added advantage of invading and screwing with the victims mind
29 damage... And then I hand the editor a piece of paper to edit for me
Knight of Ni says:
she edits it, and gets a twitch in her left eye
Tonks is half way there! 35,098 words! says:
It says "I pwrepared explovis runes tis smorning*
Knight of Ni says:
Her arms jerk impulively and she flings the paper away from her
Tonks is half way there! 35,098 words! says:
KABOOM (36 damage)
Knight of Ni says:
ow
she says "ow"
then "heyyyyyyy, red wiggly lines are my FRIENDS! I never realsedd that befoer hahahesdszahhaa"
ur teh awesomness djessisca
your legion of sentinels get to attack more than once, don;t they?
Tonks is half way there! 35,098 words! says:
Did she move again? Say when throwing away the paper...or leaning in to examine the book?
Knight of Ni says:
yup
Tonks is half way there! 35,098 words! says:
121, and 148 respectively. The second one rolled an extraordinary amount of 6's i should take a screen shot
Knight of Ni says:
554 damage, she's totally dead deadedededed
Tonks is half way there! 35,098 words! says:
Awesomeness. you can now write with total freedom
Knight of Ni says:
sweet
Two absolutly magical things happened today. The first happened without me noticing. I past the 25,000 word mark during a word war today. When I pressed the magical word count button, and the number 25,304 words popped up, it was both a great, and terrible moment. Great because I realised the true extent of my awesomeness. Terrible, because I realised just how truley insane I realy was.
The second beautiful moment of complete magic happened not that long ago. My two main characters pulled out their wooden practice swords and started fighting, marking what I think will probably be the middle of the book. Part one doesn't end for another couple of chapters, but I'm at the halfway point.
The realy great thing was realising that the half way point for word count and plot where pretty damned similar, and that likely as not, I'm not going to have to finish the novel with a two page summery of what happens at the end.
Oh, did I mention that it's only day 8? Yeah, i'm a freak. But before you throw me in the insane assylumn, figgure this. On the Irc, someone knows someone who is up to 550,000 they where at 500,000 yesterday, but apparently they pulled an all nighter and tapped their way to another 50,000 words in a 12 hour period. I think they mayy just be a robot.
There are some things about Nanowrimo that are absolutly prooceless, like reading the week two pep talk, and realising that you went through the week 2 blues on day 4, and that from here on, it's smooth sailing.
At least thats the hope, if it doesn't work out, i'll just keep relying on momentumn. If I don't stop, I'm fine. If I pause and realise what I'm doing, I'm screwed. Monumentally.
Um. It's day 5. And so that means it must be novemeber 5th. And that means I need to remember something. Maybe it was a plot point? I don't know, I forget.
It's like... 11:50. And...I am sleep deprived I think. Also, I don't think this counts as awake. I don't FEEL awake. I seriously need to start drinking Coffee. Or Coke, or apples or something.
Dude. I need sleep.
You wanna know why?
Apparently I'm meant to be at 8,335 words. I'm not.
I'm at 20,000. A note for first time nanoers. Never, Ever Ever aim to do 20,000 in 5 days. It's not healthy. You'll get RSI.
Also, um. I think I wanted to say something about my plot, or writing or something.
I don't know. I forget. Maybe I will just nap for a miniute. Ok?
Take that how you will. If it's sarcastic, it's true. If it's not, then it's true that way as well. Eitherway, any nanowrimo metaphore that involves the word "monkey" should be treated with upmost respect. The Dark Gods of Writing have decreed it.
You may have noticed I am begining every nano post with a pretty dispaly pic. Which I shamelessly stole from the LG community. Oh well. They are pretty and shiney and make me feel clever.
Day 2, if you want to know, was horendously painful. I managed to wretch myself to (exactly) 10,000 words, then collapsed in a gibbering wreck. I probably should have given up once I had written 1,666 for the day, but I felt duty bound to help out with the Melbourne region war (SYDNEY IS BEATING US?!?!) I take these kind of things way too seriously. Gah.
Day 3 however has gone like, well, like it is being pulled along by a monkey driving a speed boat. Going into this I had a clear idea of two characters, a decent bit of world building, and a vauge idea of how the story would start.
Today it developed plot. I knew it had, the moment that the Antagonist arived on the scene. It was a birlliant moment of enlightenment. A shining point where the path forward was laid clear, and the plot spread out around me.
Character where created, and back story. If you are wondering, the Antagonist is the man of the MC's dreams, (or is it nightmares) which are realy shadows of memories from a former life. They where lovers, and he killed her, because she had borne him a daughter and not a son. He's passionate like that. Bet he regreted it the moment he did it. Anyway, their relationship is a delicate balance of lust, divided loyalties, and wanting to kill eachother.
Needless to say, my MC is haveing rather intresting dreams. And they are doing wonders for the word count.
So day 3 has come, and day 3 has gone. I'm sitting pretty at 13,375 words, and looking forward to tomorrow.
When in all likelyhood, my novel will grind to a screming halt when I run out of plot. Oh well.
I think this is quite possibly my slogan for the forst two days on nano. A mantra that is chanted over and over, in an attempt to convince myself that it is realy true. My internal editor, while he has been pulled away by miniture guilt monkeys and thrown in Editor Jail for the month, has some how found the internet connection, and started dialing out to my parents instead.
"But if it's not worth publishing theres no point!"
I don't think my dad realised how harmful that can be in the nanotransitional period. And so the little computer virus that is my internal editor hitched a ride via the family network, and the self doubting voice got himself firmly stuck in my head again. I reacted by beating him into submission by writing as fast as I could for three hours strait. It was semi succesful, and when the editor removal squad arived for a second time he didnt have a chance in hell of using the internet. I think I had broken his thumbs.
The other issue of the day is that my sleep deprived and sugar fed brain seems convinced this is day 2. I spent the morning panicing that I want on track yet, only to realise that 4,000 words in one day is wayy ahead of schedual. Still just to be sure, I forced my way to 6,109 words and past the prolouge which has taken up a rediculously large slice of the day. Damn it.
The other issue of the day was, as usual distraction. My mum insisted on watching a Harry Potter marathon. that is movies 1-4 in one day. *shudders*
But the day is ending, and I must sleep, ready for the challenges of day 2. Also, If I am asleep, I can't "accidently* dlete all the word padding while I'm not looking. Remmber, the how shit the writing is doesn't matter. It's the quality that counts, and I'm definatly ahead on that one.
Oh and as proof that I am sticking to this golden rule, I'm not going to even attempt to correct my spelling or grammer. Aha Aha Aha ha ha ha ha.
Oh god it's that time of year again. Why I put myself through this every year, I don't know. Well actualy, I do, its a crazy fun ride that oddly enough, is the only thing that keeps me sane for the other 11 months.
What makes this year different? I'm older, wiser and have failed one more time that last year. But I've succeeded too. Also, I'm involving myself in the community and loving it. I joined the IRC and rode the countdown high for four hours before the seconds ticked over, and my muse was released on the helpless blank screen of a pristine word doc. Oh and this also explains why I am writing a vox post at 1:00 in the morning.
The IRC is amazing fun, in case you are wondering (and I am sure you are). As for my story, well I've writen a third of the prolouge and 1,212 words, which equates to more than half of my daily count, and it isn't even daytime yet.
The story is random, badly written, and as usual, awesome. My insanity levels have normalised after a week of doing nothing but wait for nano to start, and I am already on the road to sleep deprived. In otherwords, I'm well on my way to writing 50,000 words in 30 days.
Wish me luck.
Whoot. I've been working for a while on my third knitting project (the second still isn't done, it's getting there I swear!) and am, as on 9:00 this moring, done. This time I made a cute little gree monster toy for mum's friend's daughter, Sophie, who just turned 1. It was her birthday party today, so I was a little close to the mark. Oh well, it got done and that's all that matters.
The reason it took me this long to finish my little green monster, probably came down to fear and inexperience. The knitting went pretty well, but putting the thing together was SCARY, I was so worried that I would stuff it up and all the stuffing would fall out and.. In the end I just sat down and did it. It actualy worked out realy well, the arms which I was most frightned about because they where attatched to the outside of the toy and the stitching would be visable, looked realy good. I mean, you couldn't even see the stitching, they looked like part of the body.
The second scary thing was doing the face. I had no idea what to do, the book I got the pattern out of had lots of cute little monsters with button eyes and felt mouths, not an option. Sophies one, I didn't want to risk any detatchable parts that could be acciently swallowed. in the end I used some wool from another project (project number 2, the one I havn't finished yet.) to embroider a rough smile, and little ovals for eyes. I think it actualy looked better than the original!
Sophie seemed to like him, and her mum liked him even more. The only problem is, that I fell in love with the little fellow, and found it very hard to give him up.
A few little things about him. He was incredibly soft. I went out and found the softest (machine washable) baby wool I could. That there are baby wools out there that are not machine washable astounds me. He was probably under stuffed, but I realy wanted to emphasise the soft part, and I was paranoid about sticking too much stuffing in. The wool used on the eyes is a dark blue, and not the same colour as his shirt. I kinda had the idea that the little green monster's mum had bought the jumper because it matched his eyes, and the monster had thereafter hated the jumper on principle.
There he is, the cute little guy with his party hat, ready to celebrate Sophies birthday. Ain't he a cute little munchkin?
