Whim has once again made me change my blog theme. It may change again soon, or it may stay like this for a few months. Who knows? Not me.
At least I’m not fiddling with the HTML…
The Writer Journal (and So Much More!) of Cullen M. M. Waters
Still writing. My buffer has gone to hell, but it’s still there. In degrees. While Dad sleeps, I writes. And when he’s awake, I surf. All praise the glorious Lap Devil!
NaNoWriMo, as a contest, doesn’t mean as much as it did the first year. I know I can do 50,000 words. It’s the actual finishing up of the novel I have problems with.
Which is what this year’s goal is. No matter whether or not I hit 50k by Nov. 30, I’m still going to be writing until the novel’s done.
This site might be a little boring while it goes on. I do apologize.
Sasquatch broke his big foot yeti carries on. Abominably.
–For posterity, and for my mom.
A meh day word count wise, but in terms of the craft, something interesting happened. I might talk about it tomorrow (it’ll be the post without LEO in the title.) Assuming I can still do non-NaNoWriMo posts
Oh! Also. I got Day 8’s count wrong yesterday. Surprise. It was 15066.
Hey, don’t say no one cares. You never know. One day that might be a trivia question.
First off, yesterday was 15223 something. Don’t hold me to that, though. Didn’t keep good track.
Anywho. Two days ahead. Don’t wanna gloat, but… Never been two days ahead before.
Don’t… don’t check the archives, okay? Let us pretend I’m right, if just this once.
Each novel I done for NaNoWriMo I’ve liked more than the one before. This one’s no exception. I think having some of the ground work done ahead of time helped.
Of course, I’ve more or less abandoned the written outline/reached the end of the notes, and am now relying on the outline I’ve got in my head.
I have also fallen asleep and have forgotten to post this on time. Well now.
Still working, but I wanted to note here that my first homage to The Venture Bros has died a painless death. Not because of plot or assassination, but because he shuffled off the literary coil while I wasn’t looking.
He won’t be missed.
FUTURE CULLEN sez: Whoops, spoke too soon. He’s back, but not as big as I thought he was. In-ter-est-ing.
As I feared, the writing wheels are spinning like mad, but are getting no traction. I know what I want to write, but getting it out’s a bear. I’ll be happy if I hit 13336 today.
Yep. Complaining about maybe not staying a day ahead. Dunno about you, but I likes it.
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