In The Garden Living an RPG Life

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This was my first write in for a long time.  A couple of familiar faces but mostly people I have never met before.  A pity that.  I would like to be able to write with someone.  I realized at the party that I really don’t like groups.  I prefer the intimacy of one or two people who know each other.  I did get all but a few words written before my laptop battery gave way.  It was a deliberate strategy to assure my getting to bed at a decent hour. I wrote enough, after sleep and work, to make goal. 

Word count- 50,049/50,000:  Of course I went back and wrote enough to enter the winners’ circle.  I had gone from thinking I wouldn’t make it to finishing a day early and I was happy.  I am still happy.  I am happier with this beginning piece of writing than I thought I could be.

The first novel also made me happy.  The next two, not so much but I won.  This one is how I want it to be most of the time.  Though it didn’t come into shape until near the end, I like my process.

Big happy, satisfied sigh!

Word count- 4025+2734:  That’s a lotta words, woman!  I did it in two passes.  And remember the drunken writing I did earlier?  Well, it turned out to be a decent kind of note leaving.  I took sentences, rearranged them and used them as the beginning of several passages.  Filling that paragraph out was one day’s word count by itself.

In the end I even deleted—yes, I said deleted during Wrimo—a couple of sentences I could find no place for.  At the end of the night, and before midnight, I had posted 49,994 words.  What would you have done?

Word count- 5063: This is what I have confidence in:  my capacity for generating word count under pressure.  I didn’t think I was going to finish. I tried even to give myself permission to fail, to not complete the count on time. Tried and failed.

I couldn’t’ wrap my heart around not finishing a Nanowrimo.  I’m not competitive.    I don’t like the tension of winning and losing.  I like less others trying to beat me or others.  But Nano is another story entirely.  It’s not a competition.  Not even with myself.  It’s a time to play.  Hard.  Think: second wind.

Word count- 300:  Since I am drinking again I thought it would be interesting to write at the end of an alcohol run rather than before it.  At least I managed to write at all.  Just couldn’t physically manage.  Eyes closing.  Attention in and out of focus.  The lesson learned ?  I can and should write no matter what.  Even if it’s only a few words.

The voice was still mine, the spelling was amazingly correct and the story? Well, the less said about that the better.  Will I do it again? Maybe.  Ask when I’ve read it over.

Word count- 0000: I slept all day.  No, really.  I slept the entire day. Even when I managed to be awake and ate and watched TV I was sleeping.  I don’t know what that was about and I did nothing to interfere with its progress, all that sleeping.  Maybe it was in preparation for the next day, Thanksgiving, and having to be present for not only for but also for family.

I am behind on word count of course.  I evidently have a lot of confidence.  I have notes to fall back on and things for the characters to do.

Word count- 0000/38330: That is about 256 words fewer than I have in my word count document in my word file.  I need to remember that and make sure to add that amount to daily word count.  Or not.  I need about 12k more words in more than 2k increments.  I’m off work tomorrow and I feel I have more story to work from.

In writing the scene after the woman leaves, I was able to set up the actual project between Taylor and Zhish.  I got Meela in and suggested the thing that Taylor needs to own up to.

Word count- 0000: I still feel the effects of my actions yesterday.  I don’t yet know what it all meant.  There is no school this week and I brought my computer to work.  I didn’t spend any time on it making headway into the story.

I’ve begun to recognize the act of writing as being yet another component of physical arousal, or activation.  I seem to need to feel the images while I am writing.  I learned that this is a struggle when there is pressure on me from the outside.  Was I being more sensitive?  Vulnerable to social pressure?

Word count- 0000: I had an interesting day today.  It started with waking up and dreaming another market dream.  This one had beautiful jade or ceramic fish with water coming out of their mouths.  When I think of it now, I am reminded of the shop at the Monterey Bay Aquarium.  I also had a Journey dream.  That’s what I have learned to call that reverie I can have between sleeping and getting up.

I made the mistake of telling all of it to someone leaving the day sour. Unfortunately “the day” is someone’s  birthday.  I did no writing today.

Word count- 3428: Went to the Weatherstone to write with Damon and got that much done.  My plan was to write a double day word count and I did manage that.  I ended up writing a sexual scene between Taylor and someone he sees in the pub.  I also recall that I wrote something similar the last time I participated in a Weatherstone write-in.I wrote despite distractions but I felt the effect of them when I finished.  I was tired and wanted to go home.  We made a date to get together on Wednesday after he gets off work.