I've not been chatty because I've just moved in proper like, which means the both of us are exceptionally busy making room, doing cleaning, and trying to find how we're going to be in this situation. On top of that, there's the whole NaNo thing. You know what I'm talking about.
The midnight transition from October to November 1st is really the only time when you can really double up on your word count for a day and I hit my 1660 around 1:00 AM with some of the worst fucking prose of my life. Or at least, that's what it seems. It doesn't even have the wit and polish of my typical first draft, but there's nothing to be done about it. Because I'd like to see if I can actually hit the word count and produce a novel - no matter how awful - it stays. I understand immediately, then, why December is the unofficial national editing month.
I'll probably post something about Exalted and role-playing tomorrow. Maybe even today, because I've had gaming on the brain lately. Our Sidereal game is getting close to wrapping up, and my guess is that I'll ramble on about it for a while, delete everything I've written and post something snappy about what I've learned. After a while, I just think, "Man, fuck it. I'm pretty sure I could write a short book on what I've learned not to do at this point. It can be painful to learn your lessons inversely, but I guess that's what they call 'experience'.
The midnight transition from October to November 1st is really the only time when you can really double up on your word count for a day and I hit my 1660 around 1:00 AM with some of the worst fucking prose of my life. Or at least, that's what it seems. It doesn't even have the wit and polish of my typical first draft, but there's nothing to be done about it. Because I'd like to see if I can actually hit the word count and produce a novel - no matter how awful - it stays. I understand immediately, then, why December is the unofficial national editing month.
I'll probably post something about Exalted and role-playing tomorrow. Maybe even today, because I've had gaming on the brain lately. Our Sidereal game is getting close to wrapping up, and my guess is that I'll ramble on about it for a while, delete everything I've written and post something snappy about what I've learned. After a while, I just think, "Man, fuck it. I'm pretty sure I could write a short book on what I've learned not to do at this point. It can be painful to learn your lessons inversely, but I guess that's what they call 'experience'.