At 5033. I still don't believe it. It might all be mindless drivel, but I still did it!!

Of completely craptacular drivel. But I made my daily wordcount goal. :) and I should be able to get more later. Not too diggen on my story but whatever...

You're a stand-up comedian having a good night on stage except for one loudmouth in the back of the crowd who keeps heckling you. As your set ends, you storm off stage to confront this person, only to discover it's your old best friend.

"Thank God it's over" he thought as he grabbed his water and stepped off the stage. Now, to confront the punk ass that was popping off for his entire set.

Porter stormed to the back of the club and pulled up short. What the hell?

"Hey Port" a drunken man stammered.

"Chris, is that you?"

"What, you don't recognize your best friend?"

"Former best friend. You lost that designation when you slept with my girlfriend, remember." Porter replied.

"Ahh" Chis slurred while he tried unsuccesfully to get off the chair, "that bitch left me months ago"

"Good. I hope it was a deeply painful experience for you." Porter turned on his heels to leave.

"Wait man." Chris had finally managed to extract himself from the chair. "Can we talk for a minute?"

Porter crossed his arms over his chest. "Oh, you mean talk like have a conversation, or talk like you opening your big fucking mouth everytime I had a delivery tonight?"

Chris smiled. "Hey, I was just trying to liven things up a bit."

"Yeah, well you're lucky I didn't waltz over here and beat your ass. Goodnight Chris." Porter didn't look back as he strode to his dressign room.

Porter left the club an hour later, with several prospective dates in mind. He glanced towards his car and saw Chris waiting for him.

"Damn," he thought, "why can't i get rid of this guy?"

As Porter crossed the parking lot, he had to jump back to avoid being hit by a car that came barreling around the corner. The came to a screeching halt and Porter watched as the back window slid down. All Porter saw was two quick bright flashes and the taillights as the car sped away.

He glanced back towards his car and saw Chris lying in a pool of blood.

I am really trying to get myself back into the mindset of being writer that actually writes, as opposed to the ones who only talk about it. I made good progress today. I wrote a query for the new non-fic book and even went to some lists to ask for a crit.

This is a big step for me because I do not have very much writing confidence, so I really want to work to improve it.


Here is a great link - Michael Larsen's website
He is an agent with WONDERFUL advice for writers. Very inspirational!!

www.Fakenamegenerator.com

Seventh Sanctum


Serendipity

Behind the Name - great for all kinds of names, including Transformer names

Will keep adding to the list...

I am so, so, so excited about NaNo this year. I love what it represents. Before I participated last year, I was only a non-fiction writer. I couldn't write fiction. Ha.

True, I haven't finished the novel from last year, but I do have about 65,000 words. That's longer than my published book. Can't complain about that.

I am so excited to be participating with writer's around the country. I love the feeling of camaraderie. I love feeling like a quirky writer. I didn't used to think I was quirky - i don't write with fingerless gloves, i don't have a writing totem, i don't fawn over every word I utter.

Then I thought about it. I have my quirks. I don't let my students fold books back. I only wear white socks with tennis shoes - otherwise I wear funky socks. That's quirky, right?

So, maybe this year I will aim to become a quirky writer. Maybe I will find a writing hat. Maybe I can acquire a writing totem (I am thinking something from my late mother would be a good idea).

I'll keep you posted.

 Will post more later, I think I have a post NaNo cold coming on....

I did 2 10 word wars and then typed a little inbetween and wrote just over 1000 words. This is post nano, so that is good. Now, to keep it up. I don't want to break the writing habit, ever. It was too hard to get back into it.

We'll see...

You Won!

So it's official.


Yup, that's right, I did it. Is the story done? Nope. Does it make any sense? Nope. Do I freekin care? nope.

All that can be fixed. I am sitting here with tears on my face. What a major accomplishment.

Well, the novel is progressing, though I have no idea how to finish it. Finishing the novel is actually more scary than starting it. I know what I want to have happen, just have to figure out how to get there.

I also discovered that I have very severe allergies, including several food alergies. Did I mention that I use food to comfort me? I ama carb addict. I am officially allergic to wheat, dairy, malt, yeast and everything else they tested me for. That sucks. 

I don't believe it. I currently have 20,018 words on a novel.

Holy crap. It is truly unbelievable. I want to cry. It is just amazing and I am so impressed with myself.

I plan on buying myself something to celebrate. :)