"Writing a novel is a terrible experience, during which the hair often falls out and the teeth decay."
November is over, and so I should be getting back to my regular habit of posting (meaning... irregularity. But not nothing).
Why does November being over make such a difference, you may ask? Well, I just wrapped up thirty days (that being November) of writing madness in which all people who happen to write and also happen to lack anything resembling reason all throw aside as much of their lives as they can for the same of writing fifty thousand words in the space of the month. I was actually going for Finish-the-Novel-in-a-Month rather than just the 50K, but in the end I clocked out at a little over 100K with an unfinished novel. However, it's much closer to being done than ever before, and for that I must thank NaNo for providing motivation and God for making me reckless enough to allow myself to be driven by such.
Some of it might wind up on here. I've been warned against putting whole works on the internet, but we'll see if portions don't make it through every now and again. When I'm feeling lazy and such.
It's a bit overwhelming, actually. Sometimes I just sort of sit and stare at this world my pen has created, and find it very bare. It's sort of like a half-coloured in black and white sketch. There are aspects of it that are very vivid, and other aspects that are entirely blank, and I can't quite put my finger on what colour should go there. I may get very close according to my silly human way of tallying things, but my work will always pale in compare to the work of The Creator.
And maybe that's the way it's supposed to be. I found a "Fantasy Worldbuilding" questionnaire online and started filling it out to make sure I knew everything about it, but quickly threw that idea away. If I'm going to write a book from the perspective of children, I don't want to be a source of random facts. It won't be a story at all if it's just a chance for me to show off how having two suns in a universe affects the tides (my universe doesn't have two suns, by the way. Just an example) and how clever an author I am for making that up. I want to still have that childlike view of delight and a bit of stupidity - that assumption that things just work this way, and that's the way it is, and being able to get beyond the mechanics to the wonder of it all.
Anyway, I like to think I have a kind of talent for making up ridiculous explanations after the fact which will suit this kind of story very well indeed.
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Meanwhile, the semester is almost out, and I'm staring at the next. Not sure what it's going to look like. I have a sort of "make it 'till next fall" mentality at this point, which probably needs to be lost because the mere fact that next fall has arrived won't fix anything.
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And, just to reassure you that this really is Inky back from the dead, I leave you with...
...a free Tenth Avenue North Christmas song to download! Or listen to once and despise - whichever you prefer. A bit of a rollicking, jolly affair - an' they let Jason play his trumpet, I think! - but ... I like. And I don't like Christmas songs as a general rule, with Very Few Exceptions. In a typical, fangirlish fashion, I must say that TAN falls into the Exceptions, an honor heretofore reserved mostly for Andrew Peterson.
Congratulations on winning NaNo! :-D How much more do you think you need to write to finish the novel?
*eyes link dubiously* I'll let my sisters know. ;-)
Winning? Inky won? Wow. Yeah. 100k!
*stares in astonishment* :-O
'Grats :)
Nice to see you back from the world of Manaqua, at least temporarily. :o)