Day 14: Pushed Through

I remembered the pep talk from yesterday, and reminded myself that I had set a goal to actually meet my goal. And that it was only day two of doing so.

I ended up laying my face on my bed, stretching my arms out in front of me, and typing while laying down. Not a bad tactic when you're not supposed to backspace for NaNo. And hey, I got my word count in for the day!

Disclaimer: I did edit this paragraph. But only because I loved it so much. It needs to be a keeper.

Some how, some way I knew. Wherever he was, my grandfather had just passed away, and he was now, once again, dancing with my grandmother. Oh, how that man had missed her. In all his years, he had never remarried, claiming that his guardian angel would disapprove. It was now that I realized this "guardian angel" was the memory he held of my grandmother. As my world came back into focus, and color was restored, I sat at my cafe table smiling. I imagined my grandfather being invited into the pearly gates. I imagined my grandmother come running outside of them. And I could so easily imagine them dancing, ignoring the heaven around them as they experienced heaven in each other's arms once more.

See you tomorrow!

Love,
Domi
17,283 words

Day 13: A Pep Talk actually Peps

So I was feeling pretty bummed about missing so many days of writing. But then I opened my NaNoMail to find a pep talk from Chris Baty himself (the founder of NaNoWriMo).

It was witty, funny, and insightful. He informed me that the reason I was slowing down my pace was because he had personally paid my characters to annoy me. Made perfect sense! He then said that in order to get back on track, I needed to make a (doable) goal of meeting my word count goal for three days in a row. So I got started on typing.

I picked up my bag from the bench Sorcy and I had been sitting on. I looked up. Holy crap! He was right stinkin' in front of me! Out of the thin stinking are. You are stinking kidding me?

The butterflies of seeing his gorgeous, flawless face had turned into ninja stars. I threw the first, aiming straight for his heart: "Get away from me, scum."

“She was entitled to her rightful opinion when the moon was full, but not when she was so snide and rude about it. All I did was walk over to say hello.”

I think I had a bit of fun with my story today :)

Love,
Domi
15,129 words

Days 11-12: Oh, Dear

Well, I got some words out on the 11th. After completely switched gears. It wasn't much, but it was progress.

Remember, now, I told you she was an inept sorcerress. I had never trusted her magical abilities, no matter how much she believed in them herself. I always pretended to believe, though. How could I not? I would never let a friend down like that. What if she actually started to improve? Friend or not, I would not like to be the friend who had turned her back on a sorceress. So I stuck to encouragement. It would be much better to have remained her friend if she were ever to become all powerful or any of that nonesense. Just in case.

On the 12th... Let's just say nothing hit the page....

Love and improvement needed,
Domi
12,765 words

Days 8-10: I write next to nothing.

Well, I WAS on a steady streak. I have no idea what happened.

Day 8: Wrote nothing. And didn't feel bad about it.
Day 9: Wrote 78 words with little inspiration.

If i had x-ray vision, I would have seen him coming. If I had super sonic hearing, I would have noticed his footsteps. If I had the power of invisiblity, I would have disappeared so he could not have found me. If I had super strength, I would have won the struggle as he grabbed me from under the sheets.

Day 10: Wrote nothing. Again.

And now I think I'm completely changing perspectives. I've been writing about a guy's past, and now I think I'm changing to writing from a girl's perspective- but about her future. A friend at work said I'm changing my plot line "because you're a Gemini." What is that even supposed to mean?

Well, here's to a better day 11 and hopes to catch up!

Love,
Domi
12,078 words

Day 7: I'm exhausted.

I have been sooooo tired all day. And then I didn't even begin writing until about 11pm. I really didn't want to. I (still) just really wanted to sleep.

And after this random sampling, I think it's a good idea to have rested before I start typing, lol:

chickfila is good. being better than stupid head would be best. this is not the time to talk about him. he's making me angry. but waht else is there to talk about? he ruined my life? he took care of my sister when I couldn't and he stole my petunia. i hate him. i hate him so much. I hate his sandy hair. and he needs to just go away. and i need to win this stupid word war wichi is totally onot going to happen because i'm exhausted and i'm studk in the war with the ml of all pepole. like seriously? how fast can she type anyway. not cool ,an, not cool.

Well, goodnight all! And here's to some (hopefully) coherent sentences in the morning!

Love,
Domi
12,000 words

Day 6: I surprise myself

So today was stinking awesome! My word count completely skyrocketed! I discovered NaNoChat and was talking with other people from my region. We did a few word wars, managed a few word sprints, and I wore a penguin sticker on my nose.

He's a very random, poorly written paragraph:

the he just gets upo there and everything but he's only on the ladder when the young man steps into the room. the young man don't never omce to these parts unless sombedy getting transferered. I knew i wasn't leaving, cuase i ain't been there long enough. the young man llok straight at the blt and tells him to get down. get his stuff.

I mean, where did that voice even come from? I make myself laugh sometimes.

And ermagherd.... I not only made the 10k I was supposed to make tonight, but..... wrote 996 words over my daily goal and passed 11k! OMG!

Much love and encouragement,
Domi
11,054 words

Day 5: my first write-in

I completed my entire word count for the day at my first ever write-in!

Word wars are awesome (and lead to some crazy spelling errors!). Here, take a look:

sixteen roomms in that's where i likved. sixten rooms in. i wanted to so badfly leave that bunker and hide somewhere wlse. i wanted so badly to remember why i had followed those men in the first place. but i would never njonw. i don't know why i would never know but i wouldn't i never remembered how stupid i was that day. i would ony rememver my sister. my poor little kumquat.

Crazy, huh? During the wars, I didn't even look at my computer. I sat with me eyes closed and head down with my fingers flying as fast as they could go. It is so difficult for me to not get distracted.

I made the daily word count goal, though, so I guess all the spelling and grammatical errors are fine for now. Due to NaNo, I've kicked my inner editor in the head, after all. :)

Love,
Domi
8,420 words

Day 4: I write more than usual

Today was a bit better. I wrote a ton (still not a very inspiring day, though.)

1. I finished yesterday's word count.
2. I passed the 10% mark and can now order some motivating Starbucks in one of those beautiful red holiday cups! (It's the first of my milestone rewards)
3. I made today's word count before bed (just 12 words shy of making it before midnight).

Enjoy the random excerpt, though, personally, I think the writing was terrible today:

The whistle pierced the blackness. Down the hall, to my left, I heard a call. It was an entire group of boys shouting one word: blood. With only a second's pause, a different group called out, including the boy above my head. They cried out the word sweat. Lastly, a differnt group of boys, voices flowing from the opposite direction of the first, called out in unision. No tears. Then there was a thud in front of me as my fellow bunker landed on the floor boards.

Please recall that these excerpts are (a) unedited and (b) random. But hey, that's the whole point of NaNoWriMo anyway.

Love,
Domi
6,754 words

Day 3: I don't write nearly enough

I was out last night and didn't have WiFi, so I wasn't able to post. I didn't reach my word count for the day (only got 860 of the 1,667), but I'll post a random excerpt because I promised one:

The two men in front of me were ten feet ahead now. The splashing sound of water hit my ears in a rush. The water itself hit my face. I looked up from my feet to see the middle man in the middle of the stream. He laid there for a second. The stream had widened and the rocks had gotten wider as well. I think they had gotten sharper, or so it seemed like it. The middle man stood, shaking, to his feet. There was blood oozing from his arm. He stumbled towards the old man, who had a hint of victory in his eye. The middle man swung his bleeding arm towards the old man's face, with his hand clenched in a ball. The old man grabbed the hand, and in one swift motion, the middle man was on the ground again. Red water swirled around his head.

Please forgive the awfulness. I had no inspiration or motivation to write.

Love,
Domi
4,218 words

Day 2: I discover writing with music

It took me forever to begin writing today. I didn't have much inspiration. Then I grabbed my "Songza" app and found the "Action Movie Scores" playlist. That helped. A lot.

As for the random unedited excerpt, here you go:

A sob.

The sobbing of a five year old girl is enough to make even the cruelest man stop and listen. If he has the slightesst decency left in his bones, he will feel that child's pain. But that cruel man will walk away. A hero will run to the girl, ask her what is wrong, and hold her close.

From the bellows of her stomach I heard my sister's pain. There was no physical pain. It was the pain of disbelief, the pain of fear, the pain of confusion. There is no other pain like it in the world. Not if you endured every torture chamber ever conceived by man and still lived. No, this pain is far greater. And it never leaves.

Yeah. I have no idea where these writing skills are coming from. But they better keep coming!

Love,
Domi
3,358 words

Day 1: NaNo 2012

Well, guys, that last post is over a year old.
Sorry about that.

But today kicks off a new adventure! It's that wonderful time of year again when I give away all my time to an unwritten novel (that will no longer be unwritten soon enough).

It's NaNoWriMo time!

So far I have 1,684 words. And the following is a random (unedited) excerpt:

I will not rest until you are mine, by beautiful petunia. But alas, I saw you with him. That stupic, bogus, sandy haired man. Who is he anyway? Why must you decide to be associated with the likes of the horrible one? The one who would chose to leave the family. The one who would now refuse to call himself.... brother.

I have no idea what I'm writing about. But hey, I suppose that's the point of this journey.

I plan to update with 29 more random excerpts.

Feel free to leave me any love in the form of comments. I'd greatly appreciate the motivation! :D

Love,
Domi
1,684 words