Part I: Verbosity
I'm not sure about the "Rightful King Hiddleston" bit, but Tom Hiddleston (if this is a real quote) is right.
I'm back. Oh, I'm back with a vengeance!
Travel back in time to the end of Day 11...
I have no idea how it happened.
Actually, I know exactly how it happened. The last bit just went by so fast...
After a busy Sunday, I finally sat down at 9:30 in the evening on Day 11, and slowly squeezed out a few painful, diahrreal words. Three hours later, I was only 1k richer, of butt-numbingly boring dialogue which in no way advanced the plot, and was sure to put the reader to sleep. Still another 1k behind my minimum goal for the day (20k), I was ready to throw in the towel.
Then I turned to Twitter in a last ditch attempt to salvage my NaNo-ly dignity, and word warred with a fellow NaNoer who happened to be online. It was only one 15 minute session and one 10 minute session, but this put me over 20k.
After that, my OCD, and the need to round off things I had left off in the middle, took care of the rest. Oh, I don't actually have OCD. It's just that when I look at my daily word count and total word count, I have an obsessive need to round it off at the nearest ,000 or ,500 mark. It especially bothers me when I am within 250 words of the next thousand count. When I'm in my stride, this often means that I often overshoot my goal when I try to pad on a few more words to hit the mark.
...Enter OCD again. Rinse and repeat.
The rest is history.
Present, End Day 12...
Wrote 3k more through a combination of word sprints, word vomit, and padding with random bits to cross my OCD marks.
I am now at 25k, the halfway mark, 3 days ahead of the NaNo goal, and 1k ahead of my goal.
Woo. Fucking. Hoo.
I'm not sure about the "Rightful King Hiddleston" bit, but Tom Hiddleston (if this is a real quote) is right.
I'm back. Oh, I'm back with a vengeance!
Travel back in time to the end of Day 11...
I have no idea how it happened.
Actually, I know exactly how it happened. The last bit just went by so fast...
After a busy Sunday, I finally sat down at 9:30 in the evening on Day 11, and slowly squeezed out a few painful, diahrreal words. Three hours later, I was only 1k richer, of butt-numbingly boring dialogue which in no way advanced the plot, and was sure to put the reader to sleep. Still another 1k behind my minimum goal for the day (20k), I was ready to throw in the towel.
Then I turned to Twitter in a last ditch attempt to salvage my NaNo-ly dignity, and word warred with a fellow NaNoer who happened to be online. It was only one 15 minute session and one 10 minute session, but this put me over 20k.
After that, my OCD, and the need to round off things I had left off in the middle, took care of the rest. Oh, I don't actually have OCD. It's just that when I look at my daily word count and total word count, I have an obsessive need to round it off at the nearest ,000 or ,500 mark. It especially bothers me when I am within 250 words of the next thousand count. When I'm in my stride, this often means that I often overshoot my goal when I try to pad on a few more words to hit the mark.
...Enter OCD again. Rinse and repeat.
The rest is history.
Present, End Day 12...
Wrote 3k more through a combination of word sprints, word vomit, and padding with random bits to cross my OCD marks.
I am now at 25k, the halfway mark, 3 days ahead of the NaNo goal, and 1k ahead of my goal.
Woo. Fucking. Hoo.
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