Like a boss.
I KNOW I WATCHED IT AT LIKE MIDNIGHT AND I WAS TERRIFIED AND SOBBING SIMULTANEOUSLY
Well ok I wasn’t sobbing because as I’ve stated before, LtD was the first time I sobbed at something fictional in almost 9 years.
BUT I CAME PRETTY FREAKING CLOSE
I cried at Doomsday. The Waters of Mars was the closest I’ve been to tears since then, I think. I was just like “What is happening to my Doctor?” and “No no I’m not ready for you to go” and all the feelings ugh
Words, that is. Making up the first draft of my KaNoWriMo project, Bent, a dystopian fantasy novel for young adults.
Had I been participating in the official NaNoWriMo challenge, that would be considered losing, as I am well under the target word count of 50 000.
But, since this is Karri‘s Novel Writing Month, I get to make the rules. I completed the draft – yes, a bit of a skeleton draft – of a story that’s been in my head for well over a year. That skeleton will provide the framework for me to build on in months to come through the sometimes frustrating but altogether satisfying revision process. I call that a success.
Giving myself a goal such as this one allowed me to learn a lot about myself as a writer – or, rather, as the writer I am now – and I think that in turn will allow me to approach the actual NaNoWriMo challenge better prepared and with a plan in place to get me where I need to go.
Starship is boss though. <3
Yes. And yes.
This is the lovely Karri’s birthday present from me :) The title is based on a song by the Decemberists, Yankee Bayonet (I Will Be Home Then), which is basically a gpoy for the entirety of Cosie. Seriously. Go listen to it.
Here we go…
Rosie toys with a scalpel.
Silly, really, she thinks, chastising herself and putting it back in her case of medical instruments. It’s a nice case, silver, monogrammed in swirly charcoal-colored letters. Tripp had got it for her, their first Christmas together. “A pretty case for my pretty girl,” he had said, the smile on his face sincere and full of light. That light-smile had been nice, since while on missions Christmas trees with lights were frowned upon. They used up valuable electricity.
Before she realizes it, a sigh escapes her, a loud, drawn-out exhale that draws the attentions of several ensigns around her.
DEAD GOD WHY?
WHY DID I KILL HIM?
Angel, I love it. It’s brilliant. :’)
(Going to find the song now too…)
^ I am all ears.
And then he didn’t and it was so much worse.
Why did I just get so excited about 0.5 seconds of Ryan being super affectionate to Kelly at the end of that episode?
Daily Word Goal: To the end!
Word Count Today: 2599
Word Count Total: 37131
Finished Chapter: 16
Music: Airplane ambience.
Things I like: That it’s finished! Hooray!
Things I’m not so sure about: The length! I have lots and lots of stuff to add in the second draft, lots more writing ahead of me for sure.
Thoughts: I think I write really well while in transit.
My best writing day this month by far was the one I spent on a train to Cesky Krumlov a couple of weeks ago. And apparently the kick in the pants I needed to finish the draft was a round-trip flight to Lithuania.
I shall write a more reflective review-of-the-month post tomorrow, as I gear down from Bent and gear up for NaNoWriMo and The Con.
In the meantime, a celebratory dancing .gif:
Basically the only good thing about that episode was Malcolm.
I could get on board that ship.