thank you sir, may i have another?

[lookingland]

off to a slow start this morning and feeling sluggish about the whole thing.

three short scenes, 1,692 words.

5,692 / 50,000 (11.4%)

i've half a mind to stop, seeing as i've already made the day's quota and am sorta ahead of the game. but i know if i get lazy now and start slacking off, i will lose momentum and start falling in the hole.

so i'm picking three more scenes. some of the day's prompts include:

There was somethin' sweaty about Crabbits that rubbed me wrong..

That night I dreamt about a train fallin' from the sky. (ooo the train scene!)

I woke up feelin' like I's bein' crushed.

I meant to post something last night but got home late and was tired. i also realized this is the first NaNo i've done using a first-person narrative and it's a lot harder than i expected ~ i mean the writing is really bad and will need a ton of work. i'm sorta thinking that what i would like to do is try to finish the 50k well ahead of the deadline and then start the process of editing as soon as i have enough scenes to start putting the puzzle together. i can already tell that most of what i'm writing (and in some cases whole scenes) will be totally cut from the final. that's okay though, i'm exploring the characters and learning some inneresting things subtextually that will be useful in the rewrite.

how's everyone else faring?

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Comments

[bachsoprano.livejournal.com]

I had a funny image pop into my head..."Miss Blither", like those kids' books by Robert Hargreaves....:)

Interesting that you can separate the character's voice from your own....I think that's part of my current struggle. Have you always been able to do that, or is it something that you had to work on?

[lookingland.livejournal.com]

for this one character, its always been easy. i struggle more with others who i am less comfortable with. there's a couple i haven't really found a way to detach sufficiently to make them actually work for me yet ~ so i've got a lot of work ahead of me with them.

i think part of what helps me is that i've never been inclined to write autobiographically at all (about myself or things i "know" or have experienced). when there's as much separation between me as a 35 year old Catholic female writer/library school student living in the 21st century who was raised on the texas/mexico border and someone like Lewis Fletcher in 1852 ( as a seven year-old boy raised by southern baptist parents and displaced from an alabama farm into a city like Mobtown on the cusp of the civil war), there's not much we can share experientially. emotionally maybe, but only in a very vague fashion.

~ said miss blither, as she did.

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