Day 13: Finally making progress

I have been woefully behind and completely neglectful of my NaNo novel. It isn't that I don't like the story or the characters. Indeed, they are very fun to write and they keep getting into trouble, so that's always a good thing for the life of a novel.

Life is just busy, and the fact is that I don't have time during the week to write. My writing times have been the weekends for the last couple years, and unless I make a concerted effort, writing just does not happen Monday-Thursday. But I'm going to try to get at least 2K a day and more on the weekends until I have that nice little cushion again.

Tonight, I wrote 4,000 words. I was originally going for 2K, but my friend Nia challenged me to 4K, and I achieved it through a series of timed writings with some of my fellow wrimos over IM. Wahoo!

Since I have no energy to edit an excerpt after a 3.5 hour writing marathon, I'm going to offer to you two of the many horrifying (UNEDITED) run-on sentences I am forced to write when under pressure, which my inner editor wishes to bludgeon to death come December 1.

Mighty did not even want to get into the whole fact that he would like to be her friend if she would be a little friendlier, but right now, he had a meteorite cavern and cave system to maneuver around. These tunnels were made by the miners, so they were somewhat even, but since the area had been abandoned, any of the caves might have fallen in or there could be abandoned equipment in there just waiting to be an obstacle for him to run into with the Lasso, should he be careless and inattentive.

Words to Date: 16,013
Words to Go: 33,987

Day 9: Pathetically behind, but hopeful

I know I haven't posted in awhile, but it's been one of those weeks. Last year's NaNo was the same way--lots of zero days. Last week, I had three days of zero words and two days of under 1,000. Yes, I'm behind and my word count is rather pathetic, but that's okay. I'm not despairing just yet.

Here's an excerpt for you, such as it is. The Lasso has just narrowly averted a speeding comet, and Mighty had gone to check on the cargo.

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Mighty turned to study the box once more.

The hairline fracture in the lid crept further across.

Mighty took a few tentative steps toward the box.

CRACK!

The split in the metal and wood broke open, shattering the lid into two pieces and sending splinters across the floor.

Mighty felt for his sidearm. “Strikers,” he muttered to himself. He had left it in the hostler in his quarters. He certainly didn’t think he would need it alone on a ship with no one to fight. Now he wasn’t quite sure about that theory.

He pressed his back against the wall as steam billowed from between the broken pieces. His mind raced with the possibilities. Why hadn't he asked what was in the cargo? What kind of fool doesn't ask a thing like that?

The steam cleared a little after filling the immediate vicinity. Dozens, then hundreds, then thousands of tiny sparkling gold points of light hopped and skipped together, seemingingly in a primal dance. They came toward him but didn’t touch.

Mighty watched as the tiny stars swarmed together like bees, then compacted into a solid form. The light began to fade, and he could see his reflection for a split second.

Mighty blinked, then all at once, the image of himself was gone. All that remained was a girl mouser about the same height as he. Curious...

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Words to Date: 9,487
Words to Go: 40,513

I plan on writing another 513 words tonight but not before I finish posting this. ;o)