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So on Friday I cut-pasted everything that wasn’t the current story out of my NaNoWriMo doc and into the scrap bin for safekeeping, and I was left with a wordcount somewhere in the 34,000 range. I was both annoyed and pleased by this, because it was actually more words than it should be for the story I wanted to tell, but it was still a lot and one shouldn’t be ungrateful. So I thought, ok, we’re about to get to the story– and then over the course of Friday, i wrote enough to get my wordcount up over 36,000, and I was pleased by that, except
it’s still not the story. The characters kind of went on a date, it turns out.
And I wrote some more yesterday, but it’s just the rural character’s POV trying not to be wigged out at the concept of a single-occupancy apartment. The city boy took the country girl back to his place, not to bang her but because he wants to talk to her about the plot, and he’s trying to talk to her about the plot, and she’s sitting there like be cool be cool listen to what he’s saying be cool oh my god that’s the tiniest teakettle i’ve ever seen is that a gas stove how does it work because she has lived in communal spaces her entire life and has never seen a single-serving implement of any kind in her life. He seriously boils water just to brew one pot of tea. Our samovar is hot 24 hours a day and holds water for a hundred. So he’s like okay the thing is, somebody’s got to go on this quest, blah blah, and she’s like uh-huh this kitchen is miniature does he actually cook anything in here or is there a real kitchen for the whole building somewhere else– oh shit he just asked me a question. Fuck!
Which is absolutely not the book I’m trying to write but. Sigh. First drafts. I’ll let it happen for now. I just would like to get to the action now please, if you could focus, girl.
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So on Friday I cut-pasted everything that wasn’t the current story out of my NaNoWriMo doc and into the scrap bin for safekeeping, and I was left with a wordcount somewhere in the 34,000 range. I was both annoyed and pleased by this, because it was actually more words than it should be for the story I wanted to tell, but it was still a lot and one shouldn’t be ungrateful. So I thought, ok, we’re about to get to the story– and then over the course of Friday, i wrote enough to get my wordcount up over 36,000, and I was pleased by that, except
it’s still not the story. The characters kind of went on a date, it turns out.
And I wrote some more yesterday, but it’s just the rural character’s POV trying not to be wigged out at the concept of a single-occupancy apartment. The city boy took the country girl back to his place, not to bang her but because he wants to talk to her about the plot, and he’s trying to talk to her about the plot, and she’s sitting there like be cool be cool listen to what he’s saying be cool oh my god that’s the tiniest teakettle i’ve ever seen is that a gas stove how does it work because she has lived in communal spaces her entire life and has never seen a single-serving implement of any kind in her life. He seriously boils water just to brew one pot of tea. Our samovar is hot 24 hours a day and holds water for a hundred. So he’s like okay the thing is, somebody’s got to go on this quest, blah blah, and she’s like uh-huh this kitchen is miniature does he actually cook anything in here or is there a real kitchen for the whole building somewhere else– oh shit he just asked me a question. Fuck!
Which is absolutely not the book I’m trying to write but. Sigh. First drafts. I’ll let it happen for now. I just would like to get to the action now please, if you could focus, girl.
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