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NaNoWriMo 2012: Smile, Sigh, Collapse

November 30, 2012 · by Oliver Gray

On the last day, I managed to careen face-first in a half run, half fall across the finish line. My MS Word doc proudly displays “50,001” in the bottom left corner, which means, somehow, I did it. Oddly, the NaNoWriMo site validated it as 50,069, so I guess I got 68 words for free.

It’s a mess of notes and fragments and ill formed nonsense in a lot of places, but that doesn’t matter. It’s done. And I don’t have to look at it again for a long time. I will come back to edit eventually, as I love the premise and the heart of the stories I’ve written, but for now, to the depth of my Google Drive it goes.

I’m glad I tried it this year, despite my other priorities. It wasn’t nearly as smooth as last year, and the final product is a much hotter, stinkier mess, but I still feel like I learned a lot about myself and how I write. I’m probably going to try NaBloPoMo next year instead, so this victory might have to last me until November 2014 (Side note: Who put those two events in the same month?).

I’ll be back to beer-blogging soon. I’ve got all kinds of ideas lined up for December.

But no more write now. Brain need break. Drink beer. Play video game. Sleep maybe.

But no more write. Soon, but not now.

Yay.

award cert

 

Victory!?

November 18, 2011 · by Oliver Gray

Six minutes ago, I hit 50,031 words in my novel.

As per the “rules” of NaNoWriMo, I win! I won. Victory. Agapai!

But I’m not even close to finished. To stop now would be to leave the novel in utero indefinitely. Claiming victory now would be like enrolling my child in school while he was just a cluster of gooey cells; a confused little zygote.

It’s just a baby, unsure of it’s own identity. I can’t just leave it to die in the woods, scared and being chased by bears! I must guide him, and arm him with a torch and pointed stick. I must raise the child I have created and give him purpose.

As per my outline, I have seven chapters left. At ~2500 words a chapter, that is still another 17,500 words! So much left to say; a climax to hit; plot points to resolve; motivations to reveal; comeuppance to dole out.

There is so much fun and potential left in this story, the only admirable thing to do is finish it.

End? No, the journey doesn’t end here.

A wizard is never late. Nor is he early. He finishes his writing precisely when he means to.

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