I DID IT!!!!

Yee to the haw!  I hit 50,274 words a few minutes ago.  (You actually know about this momentous feat before Hubbykins because he is napping on the couch beating off a man cold, and I don't want to disturb him.)

I'll share my thoughts about the experience tomorrow.

For today, here's a C.S. Lewis quote that my friend Kristin e-mailed to me this afternoon.  I think he sums it up well:

"What you want is practice, practice, practice. It doesn’t matter what we write (at least this is my view) at our age, so long as we write continually as well as we can. I feel that every time I write a page either of prose or of verse, with real effort, even if it’s thrown into the fire the next minute, I am so much further on."

Be inspired, my friends.

Before I forget...

Check out the awesome contest over at the Bookshelf Muse.

I will not be asking her to critique my NaNovel if I win it.

Home Stretch

Signs that I'm squeaking into the NaNo finish line:

-All my characters have started shrugging, smiling, laughing, and rolling their eyes multiple times within any given scene.  And my personal favorite, wiping away a tear.

-I've begun updating my word count every 100 words.

-My margin comments have gone from "Research tide schedules" to "Check for continuity" to "This could possibly be the worst paragraph ever written...in the history of writing...ever."

-I've debated sending mean NaNoMail to the crazy writers who have insane word counts like 872K.  What the what?  Are they liars?  Insomniacs?  Superheroes?  Am highly intrigued.

-I've also debated sending mean regular mail to Hubbykins for taking away my Entertainment Weekly with the sparkly vampires research articles that I need to peruse.

-And my favorite activity:  Entering variables into this equation... 50,000 - current word count X number of writing days remaining = Okay, yes, I can write 2435 words a day.

Final NaNo Push

The next few days will be intense, and I am so exhausted from staying up until 1:00 a.m. writing, I can't even put it into words.  But I am also so close to the finish line, I can taste it.  And it tastes like white fudge covered Oreos.  No wait, that's the white fudge covered Oreos I've been noshing on for almost a week straight.

Final word of NaNo encouragement:  as one of my college friends used to say, "If you wait until the last minute, it only takes a minute."

I'm Thankful For...

...a hubbykins who lovingly banishes me from the living room after Glee to make me get down to the business of writing.

...the fact that I was able to fix my own washing machine this afternoon (thanks, epinions.com, and nyeh, Sears!)

...a sweet Pea who cracks me up each and every day.

...my critique group.  I do not know what I would do (or how I would write) without them.

...Lindt dark chocolate truffles.

I Won, I Won, I Won, I Won, I Won

I won.

What, you ask?  A copy of The Secret of Joy by Melissa Senate from Michelle over at Red-Headed Book Child.  She has a great review blog.  Check it out if you haven't already.

And, now, back to my NaNovel (or as my little sister referred to it last night, my NoNaLeViKaRo because she couldn't remember the initials.)  Imaginary tootsie roll to the person who comes up with the best acryonym for "NoNaLeViKaRo".  Bear in mind my first name is Karen.

Note to Pea:

A brief cat nap followed by dancing around your crib for an hour clapping does not qualify as a nap.  Mumsy needs your cooperation on this if she's to finish her NaNovel o' Poo.

[And, can I just add, good gravy...67% done.  I think this is actually going to happen.]

Back to the Blergs

I had a good run there for a few days.  My characters were interesting again, nay, loveable.  Plot points were flying this way and that.  Characters were kissing.  Kissing!

Then, I woke up yesterday, and...blerg.

Maybe it was the impending sparkleocalypse.  Maybe it was the fact that my dog has decided he is now a "couch dog", and I've been picking his hairs off the sofa for two days straight.  Maybe it was the proliferation of awesomeness in the blogosphere world of debates.

Whatever it is, I'm ready for it to stop.

Also, the Pea has managed to turn on a bunch of early morning alarms on Hubbykin's old Palm Pilot that I let him play with, and I can't figure out how to turn them off.  This morning, the Pea apparently thought it was important that I be reminded of my "pbpppppb" appointment.  At 5:30 a.m.

What Was That Sound?

The scales tipping the other direction?

That's right.  25K, and I'm headed to bed.

Also, per Hubbykins, who turns out is a handy little flash drive sneak thief when he wants to be, "It's not as bad as you're making it out to be.  I think you're selling yourself short.  And who does she end up with?  You're not going to pull a stupid Sweet Home Alabama thing are you?  You need to tell me." (yes, I made him watch it, and I will never hear the end of it.)

I'm still not telling, Hubbykins.  Not. Telling.


My NaNo WIP has hit that second week slump.  I read about it before starting, but thought, "Oh, no.  That won't happen to me.  I lurv my story and all the characters and the setting and the blah blah blah."

Here is the problem:  all the characters have become mind-numbingly boring to me.  What do I want to do next, plot-wise?  I want to put them all on a boring boat, the U.S.S. Borington and send them out to sea, let them bore each other to death.  Then, start over with brand new sparkly characters, maybe vampires who will not be boring, and let them have a party on that boat.

Or maybe I'll eat a Candy Cane Hershey's Kiss and keep plugging away.  Or three.

[ETA:  Why can I not get my characters to stop rolling their eyes?  Why?  Why??]


A side effect of NaNo:  I feel like my daily correspondence writing (e-mails, blog posts, et similar) has gone to poop while I've been working on this novel.  It's like I've used up all my writing gas on the WIP, and the car's sputtering into the station even writing a grocery list.

But...I officially passed the mark of the most words I've completed on a WIP today.  Squee!!

Switching gears--you know those people that make you feel cooler by association?  Well, Lisa and Laura Roecker fall into this category.  Their book, A Kate Lowry Mystery: The Haunting of Pemberly Brown just got acquired, and I cannot wait to read it (but I will have to as it isn't coming out until Spring 2011).  And after a little perusing of their website, I'm also counting down the days until their WIP, Pride and Purity, is acquired because I HAD A SIMILAR IDEA (only not YA genre) for the flipped gender roles in P&P ten years ago.  I outlined it, but I didn't write it.  I am glad that someone with a proper snarky, hilarious voice is, though.

I digress.  Proof of how cool they are...they are giving away a Kindle.  When they could have kept said Kindle for themselves.  something I would have done

Head over to their blog and leave a comment to win a Kindle.

NaNo Anthem

I've loved this song ever since I first heard it on the Clueless soundtrack whosie-whatsie years ago (and don't pretend you don't love that movie!):

(Nate Albert/Dicky Barrett/Joe Gittleman/Bosstones)

There was a place
And the name of the place escapes me
When I can't remember
It irritates me
Could be I can't remember
Could be I choose to not,
Let's move the song along
And try to find the plot
There was a girl and I don't know her name either
She gave me love and I swore I'd never leave her
If I did I'd come back someday and find her
Maybe I will I should write down a reminder
One day! One day who knows
Someday I suppose
There was a verse that I was gonna write I haven't yet
But there's still a chance I might An open book
That I still want to close I'll find the time
Someday I suppose A place and time,
I wanna be and spend a storyline
That's happy in the end Plans are made
with promises so certainly uncertain
I can't wait to set things straight
before they close the curtain
One day! One day who knows
Someday I suppose
The more I sort things out
The more it gets distorted
I sort of think I'm better off just leaving it unsorted
The more I try to change it's course
the more off course it goes
Of course I'll reach my destination someday I suppose
Sort it out,
Get distorted
One day who knows
Hide behind,
Someday I suppose

It's been running through my head since I started NaNo.  Everytime I feel like a scene is moving too slowly, I start singing, "Let's move this song along and try to find a plot!" in my best ska voice.

Feel free to adopt it as your NaNo anthem as well.  :)

I Know This Is Normal But....

I need to whine a little.

I feel like I'm having to drudge every word out of my brain syllable by syllable.  The past two days have just been rough.

And it doesn't help that the Pea has chosen this week to stop napping well.  It puts a bit of a kink in writing novels during naptime when naptime has gotten chopped in half.

Okay, I'm done pouting.  I'll get back to writing.

Take That, Discouragement!

My motto throughout college was "I can do anything for two months."  It came in very handy since my school was on the trimester system.  I never had to do much of anything for longer than two months.  Tough classes, annoying neighbors, awkward roommates.  I think eleven weeks was the longest I had to put up with any of them.

Well, NaNo's only one month.  So take that!

(I say this after staring at a blinking cursor for ten minutes straight.)


National No, Really, I'm Going To Gain Ten Pounds This Month

(Did I mention I've been putting buttercream frosting on the graham crackers?)

Oh, the Calories.

I'm discovering that November is so many more things in conjunction with NaNoWriMo.

National Gain Ten Pounds While Writing Your Novel Month.

So many more NaMo's (and graham crackers) to come...