We take a break from the hecticness of NaNo to bring you a slightly frazzled and rather brief blog post from a certain authoress.
The point of this post is threefold.
Today Yesterday is was 11-12-13. Which is of course far too awesome to pass up mentioning. (Okay, so I’m a day late on my post. I blame NaNo. It’s very useful for blaming. In a good way, of course.) I, obviously, forgot to take a screenshot of the lovely number on my laptop yesterday. Even though I told myself I would. Go figure. Ahem. Moving on…
To tell you that I am indeed still alive and NaNoWriMo has not killed me. Yet. A brief update and some stats:
Yes, I’m behind. Which is embarrassing. But I’m making myself post this anyway. Maybe it will push me into catching up. Anyway it’s not quite as bad as it looks because I haven’t written yet today… I hope to write a lot today and tomorrow because if I can finish chapter 4 and get into the next one, I think things can actually start to finally *gasp* happen! I know, it’s shocking.
But we’ve now met the main character and his parakeet, seen a big mansion (that he now owns, lucky fellow. The main character owns it, not the parakeet. Though he probably thinks he does). And we’ve also met the sidekick and “the girl”, as well as a grumpy lawyer with a British accent, who is far funner to write than I thought he would be. And since they’re all about to go camping in the shadows of the Rocky Mountains (with the exception of the parakeet, who might get lost if he came, and the British lawyer fellow, who, I suspect, would not be caught dead camping) the adventure can begin to . . . well . . . begin.
In case you were wondering, booksales are the most wonderful events ever (besides gatherings of writers, of course). A few days ago I spent nearly the entire day either in line to get into this enormous awesome booksale that comes every November, or dashing madly about inside around the tables stuffed full of books, happily filling brown paper sacks to the brim with scrumptious books. That I incidentally cannot wait to read . . . They are part of my incentive to actually catch up on my wordcount for NaNo, because I’m not allowed to read until I’m on track again. Just look at all the prettttty:
I’d love to say more about the sale, but I’m running short of time and must dash. And anyway, my friend Kelsey described the booksale better than I could, in her lovely post today, so check it out! 🙂
If this post (now over) was incomprehensible, I beg your pardon. My brain is slightly fried these days.
Press on, NaNoers! Nearly half-way there!
Off to write,
A frazzled Deborah O’Carroll, limping hastily along the road of a writer toward the finish line labeled “December 1st – 50,000 words written in November”