NaNoWriMo - Because you didn't need that extra month anyway.

Having no voice is frustrating. I can't speak above a whisper, but on the plus side, I have a legitimate excuse to be off work, so I can attempt to catch up on all the words I missed, also from being ill and generally being too tired to type. I'm hoping for about 4k today? That'll bring me up to 12k total, wahey. 13k would be ideal, but I'm not being too ambitious.

I'm almost getting to the interesting bits, amazingly enough. So things are a little bit easier.

( Nothing? Nothing. )

I think i'm getting laryngitis. Wahey. My voice is sounding really weird right now. All the upper pitch is gone, so I really DO sound like a man now. It's kind of creepy and cool.

On the up side, I'm taking various drugs to numb me to my horribly aching head and throat, clamped my headphones soundly over my ears, and refuse to do anything for the rest of the night but write. So wahey.

I have an aggravating dry cough that wont go away. It's driving me insane.
I'm fucking tired, have got nothing productive done tonight, and probably wont get anything done either because I feel so wiped out. Nevermind I'm emotionally messed up to boot today.

Ugh.

I'm a little over 4k right now, but I want to be at 6k by the end of today. Le sigh. I can't wait to get to a bit where I know what I'm writing. Sort of. It's so much easier then.

I do love writing for Tick though. Maybe it's just because I love making up new swearwords. That and he's a generally amusing character to add to Emory's self-confident, snarky demeanour and Nines' quiet-but-weird attitude.

( Go die in a fire, you crotch ferrit. )

Rattling along slowly. I'm at 2300 right now. I need 1700 to meet my goal today. My general goal is to do 2000 a day much like last year. And man, I don't even freakin' know what half of what I'm writing is about. I guess that's a good thing.


I dunno, I just write it. Ask my muse, dude.

Hating all 600 odd words I've written so far, hating anything I try to come up with to write next, and generally fucking hating everything to do with this story right now, is not the greatest way to start Nanowrimo.

I'm coughing like a sunnuvabitch as well. It's driving me fucking nuts.

So I lied. I wrote something. This is exactly 100 words, or 555 characters.

Which is kind of cool, I thought, considering I just rattled it down from nowhere. And hopefully it sets the tone for the rest of the book...

A being, a not so very interesting being at that, sat up in some tall vantage point in the middle of an illogical place and an illogical time, pondered existance. Or rather, it pondered existance, and it's connection to Many Things. It pondered chaos and law, life and death, being and non-being, time (and time, because it had once said some horrific faux pas at a family reunion long ago, was no longer allowed to have an opposite) and really, just about everyone one COULD ponder.
It also pondered all of these things, and their relations to flip flops.

*wanders off now*

P.S. - I am narked off that I cannot update my wordcount yet. It's friggin' November here, bitches!

It's strange when your brain is desperately trying to find something to worry about, and there's nothing to pick out.

Like this evening. I was friggin' tired, still am, from a load of non-stop working well later than normal. I came back tired, and thinking "aw shit, I'm gonna have to do something and that's going to stress/tire me out even more"

Then I tried to think WHAT it was I needed to do.

I came up with nada.

I managed to get some basic guidelines for what I'm writing for the next few days down this morning, amazingly. It really helps when you have a little time away with the computer with just a bigass notebook a pen, and a case of boredom. So there you go.

I'm not writing now, even though it's technically past midnight. I'm too tired and "blarghwtf" to doso right now. I start tomorrow when I get home from work. Fwee.

So it isn't quite November, but I'm still panicking! My story, well, it doesn't have a whole lot of a plot.

Well, that's a lie. It sort of does. The problem being, I cannot write if I don't know WHAT I'm writing. I figure this would be a nobrainer, but aparantly quite a lot of people can start writing with no damn CLUE on how they're going to get started.
Not so with me, sadly. Last year, things worked so much better when I had a general plan, and had notes for what characters did what and how it would impact on others. THAT way it came a lot more naturally, because I already knew what the logical follow-on would be.

With me so far? Yeah.

So my problem is I don't even know how I'm STARTING. This is probably the least prepared I've ever been for Nano. Even in comparison to my first try in '05. Complete lack of motivation sucks ass.

Oh well. Maybe I'll get something by tomorrow night.