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Cue The Cheesy Inspirational Music, Y'All!

Let’s go with Chariots of Fire. One of my favorites. Here’s the down low:
We hit 50,000 words at 2:03 a.m., November 28, 2010. The 50,000th word was: last. Here’s how I feel: think the airplane scene in Miss Congeniality where Grace mimics the Miss America winner with fake tears and a stupid expression. “Look, she’s gonna cry again. Oh, if I only had a brain.” What have I carried away with me this year? What important lessons have I drafted from this experience?
*crickets chirping* Um, be persistent? Okay, here’s the real deal. I didn’t feel the horrible pressure like I did last year at 20k. I thought that mountain was a toughy. This year I zoomed through 20k, through 30k and found myself stuck at 40k. At one point last week I actually considered losing on purpose. Throwing the race, if you will. I thought, hell, I’ve got 42,000 words here, why do I need to finish it in November? I’ve been all over the place this month. Some days I was up a lot of words, some days I was down a lot. Thursda…

Times Fuh-lies

We’re more than halfway through the month? You’re joking, right? Where did the time go? I stay pretty busy with the cataloging stuff. When Friday rolls around, I look at my little office and go, crap, what did I do all week?! There’s still too much stuff to do! I’m finally over that blasted cold, though I have the lingering cough and some phlegm that won’t leave me be. This has made NaNo interesting this year because there were days when I absolutely didn’t feel like writing anything. Today I’m ahead a hundred words. I think I can squeeze in a few more before it’s over. For some reason I assumed this would be a cake walk. Wrong. While cake walk is too–forgive the pun–sweet of a description, it’s not been all that bad. I’m discovering lots of things that save my plot. I introduced the male character who stars in the third novel without meaning to, but it’s okay, he fits in nicely. And it doesn’t leave that “conveniant” oh-they-met-on-the-airship-but-the-writer-didn’t-want-to-write-a-forwa…

Wicked Week Two

Ugh. Week two of NaNo hasn’t been so kind to me. In fact, it’s been downright vicious. It’s supposed to be, that’s what all those pep talks tell you. Week two, the writing stops being fun, you have serious doubts about the story and you think either a) there’s a better time to write this story or b) what’s it going to hurt if I chuck this? Okay, true, true and true. I don’t hate SPW. I love van Buren, but Sophie sure has been giving me some grief. Oh, I want to toss her off the deck of the airship four levels up myself. Somehow van Buren is much more patient with her than I. No matter what she does, he remains diligent in his belief that she’s going to stop acting like a spoiled brat and become his elegant, civilized wife. Last night I got my reward for believing him. Twenty-two thousand words, ninety pages, instead of van Buren flying into a rage at her or stalking off to kill his arch enemy, they give in to their passion and truly become man and wife. Wow. Okay, when I wrote THL (form…

Bursting Out of the Starting Gate

Day 2: NaNoWriMo Currently standing at 3,501. Okay, that’s not entirely true. There may have been–in fact, there is–an additional 5,000 some words written prior to November 1st. Just to get a feel for the characters. Some people go splunking without head gear. Me, not so much. Okay, probably no one goes splunking without head gear. But they do enter tiger cages without being wrapped in layer after layer of protective padding. Not me. I have to have some practice, get a feel for the characters. I’m an honest soul–most of the time–and I’m not counting those pre-NaNo words. So. Woke up Saturday with that nagging (ha!) feeling in my left wrist again. You know the one. It felt like a derranged clown with a paring knife was slicing the tendon between my thumb and radial bone into julienne-style bits. I thought, wow, what a great start that will be for Nano. Fortunately it faded by Sunday. The way appeared clear. Whew. Then… Monday happened. November 1st. The big day. One thousand six hundre…