Be Excellent To Each Other

So, Mr Pete (and any others doing this), how's it coming along?

I'm falling behind!

But I am on 28,000 and am going to go mental through this week.

But it is fucking brilliant Pete! So all is not lost

Thanks Shin! That means a fair bit that does.

Well I'm on 29,361 words now and have been typing nearly all the evening. I'm going a bit bonkers to be honest and I'm writing some mental scenes involving a giant floating diamond in the sky, (no campy cut-out of Queen Victoria though), gibbering long-limbed things versus buddy cops, bird woman and heroine in a small American town. Death toll mounting, bonkersness increasing. Soundtrack to evening's writings been Primal Scream, Howie Gelb, Mozart's Bassoon concertos, Postal Service and DJ Shadow.

Another cup of tea I think. Yaargh. Can't go to bed until 12:00 and at least 32,000 words I think. It'll mean I'm still behind schedule but with further psycho effort the target will still be attainable.

Stupid drinky computer gamey weekend. Grrrr.

Good luck Pete. If all else fails, repeatedly use this and copy and paste the results. *


*after running it through a spell-checker, obviously... 'relunctantly' indeed.

Heh! A brilliant distraction! Thanks Devilman. The beloved object was 'boombox', adding much comedy value btw.

What colour did you decide on for the telescope?

We decided on a colour?

Now on 30,699 words! I've just had a creative run with a big ton of exposition that, for the first time ever, I've felt entirely comfortable in delivering. This is because I've found that pretty much everything I've written so far has subconciously twined together to deliver this hidden plot. Hurrah! (Well, hurrah until somebody picks a big hole in it, obviously.)

Now listening to Pulp's 'His & Hers'.

In conclusion, if you want a bird woman to say this:

(Spoilered for Shin who's reading it, bless her)



It may be complete guff, but it's my kind of guff. And the story has shotguns.

31,152 words written. And now I need to go to bed. Yaargh. My eyes feel like pickled onions.

Writing in Shot in the Dark cafe bar. 36,000+ words now, 2,700 of them this evening. Eyes are bogglng in this low, fashionable light. Fun novelty using the PC but SOMEWHERE OTHER in borrowing this laptop, mind.

14,000 words to go, and four days. Erk.

37,025 words done and I can stands no more tonight. More tomorrow. Oh man.

Eight thousand words left. Erk. Writing.

That's 1000 words an hour

Four and a half thousand left, though I have about 500 words on my compy at home. So call that four thousand. YARRGH.

Forty eight thousand five hundred!

*Starts hurling self against the wall*

Almost there! Go, Nervouspete, go.

Oooh... 1,000 words! Ooooh!

I HAS NO PMs!!!

Go Mr.P!!! Not long noooow!

Fucking A! I won!



'No Place For Magic' clocked in at 50,304 words! Yay!

I'm free, free of the terrible burden!

Um, now to edit.

And Shin, I'll send the next chunk of wordage to you now!

Nice work sir.

Care for a high five?

How many of those words were "cornflakes"? Be honest now.

Yeah!

*Smack!*

Boo ya! How'dya like me now!? (etc.)

I did feel a bit naseous about four hours ago trying to make the word count. Fortunately a nip to the chip shop fixed that for me. Can't believe I wrote about 8,000 words today!

And not one cornflake Dimrill, shame on you!

Lots of, "He turned," and "She turned," though. And plenty of "She smiled suddenly at the thought." And even more, "It was as if..."

I amz proude hak riter!

Well done.

*marks at the end of the submitted copy*
"No cornflakes, B+. Would've improved with more cornflakes."

Aw, thenks! *Glee*

(Replaced image on previous page with image of fakee book cover they asked for, as they don't like direct linking to their site images, does Nanowrimo. )

Congratulations. Can I buy the film rights?

The film rights to a man nearly driving himself mad whilst trying to write a novel in a month? It'd be an ideal sequel to my in-progress project, about a man nearly driving himself mad whilst trying to complete MGS4.

Hey hey!

Just had a night out with the fellow nano-ers. Good fun, 'cept for one bonkers moment where a girlfriend of a good friend nano-writer called us all 'self important' rather acidly just as they both were leaving and mate said, "Good time! See you around! etc.". I've been called an idiot and an incompetent in my life, but never 'self important' or anything like that. It oddly hurt. And was completely baffling. I mean, subjects were: Buffy, Firefly, geekery, sci-fi and fantasy novels, Barry Island = Hellmouth, finding kitchen-sink drama tricky to write and less fun than prior referred genres and getting obsessive and hitting word counts, errr... I can't think of any 'self-important' areas.

So, yeah. Er. One of those genuine WTF? moments. Specially since it was from someone I've had good small-scale nights in with before and is a writer herself, albeit only of kitchen sink. I guess I figured something was wrong when she didn't join in any conversation even when I gave big 'Hey! Here's a subject you like, let's talk about this' subtle entries. She'd offer a couple of lines and then shrink away again.

ANYWAY. A good night apart from that, and one which happily recovered thanks to more pretty shameless and fun geek talk. I mean, four university/post-grad girls and just me and I'm not going to indulge in their geek talkery? Madness to even go against it. Pleasant drinking and further meets (presumably sans nay-sayer) set up.

So, Shin! If you PM me your email addy I can send you the novel as an attachment, which makes more sense than me feeding you 3,000 word bits PM after PM for the next 15 days.

Ah, ignore her-you wrote about everything but the kitchen sink

People like that are normally jealous anyway-sod the silly woman



I love the way you coloured me in

'She's probably not going to read the rest because there may be too many words for her...I know! I'll colour her in!!'



Pete, I love you

Aw, ta you two!

I was a bit drunk and worried that I'd sound whiny, so decided to give Shin a cut-to-the-chase option.



Why did this make me laugh, out loud, with my mouth?

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Hmm, well we all know how delicate the egos of we writers are. *Chuckle*

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Why aren't more people posting on this thread!? EVERYONE SHOULD BE. WHAT DO YOU HATE ME FOR BEING A GENIUS, OR SOMETHING, OR WHAT? EH? ("Ah ha," - ed)

Phew, well just got an email from my mate. Basically she had a bad day at work, was a bit drunk and has some long standing problems of her own, and now feels incredibly guilty and embarrassed about the entire thing and is a bit upset about what she said to me. The two of them talked about it a long times and she's agreed to work on the entire aggression thing.

I've met with her a few times before and we've had good natters and mutual writing riffs, so it was a bit eyebrow raisingly surprising. I've emailed back telling my mate to tell her not to stress, and it's water under the bridge, and if things fell apart after one bad thing between friends then the world would be a pretty shabby yadda yadda yadda. So, case closed. Hopefully.

Right, back on to positive things!

Funny FEEX for you ^.^*

I am full of ace today

Best not tell Gaz.

Oh bugger! I was just literally coming back to change that aswell!

The guy's about to buy a Celica GT4. That makes him God in my book.

Heh.

Bit late to this now, but well done to Mr Pete for making it.

Um....so how you doin'?

Thread resurrection-me-do.

So Pete (also anyone else), the next Nanowrimo starts soon - will you be having another crack?

Heaven help me, I will be. I have no idea what about though. I have a few half-baked ideas. A sentient second hand bookshop that abducts people to work in it until they die and won't let them out, and is sort of the paragon of bookshops. A Minnesota diner in the middle of a snowstorm, the temperature dropping inside despite all efforts at heating the place seemingly brought about by a silent tramp hunched over a cup of coffee. A man obsessed with the paintings of L S Lowry who moves up North hoping to be immortalised foreground left in a crowd scene. A village where a man takes photos with a camera found in a second hand shop, and the results are of a time-gone-by, and who becomes determined to see his parents when they were young and how they met. And a book about a strange pilgrim in 1930's England, who magically changes his surroundings back into the ones immortalised in certain landscape paintings.

But all those are sketchy thoughts.

I'll hopefully have something more concrete when it starts. Anyone else up for trying it? You, Agent Starling?

Some of those ideas are ace.

This I love.

I liked the Lowry idea. I have been thinking about it this last half an hour or so and keep imagining how it might unfold.

Do you think you'll publish on Lulu, perhaps?

I literally cannot decide between the ideas, though I really like the Lowry idea too. One of Lowry's efforts was the first painting I remember seeing, in a Doctor's waiting room when I was small back in Huddersfield. For some reason I was mesmerised by it. I'd like to work it into a larger idea. The notion of time-slips, nostalgia and finding an idyll are also very compelling for me, so the notion of 1930's or 1950's England are very compelling for me. At the same time there was a lot of poverty, and it was far from the Daily Mail absurdity its sometimes painted as, so it is quite meaty subject matter. Maybe I could combine the two somehow.

What is Lulu, Mimi? I only know the wretched Scouse singer with the hideous, scraping voice by that name.

Lulu is a print on demand service. If I could ever get my magazine to print I'd recommend them, but basically it's a no setup cost option for self publishing.

How's about the tale of a mighty space pirat- (SNIP! - Ed)

Yes, this time I'm actually in the country when it starts, so will be giving it a good go.

Also it puts me slightly in mind of an ace Sapphire & Steel episode.

I won't be trying this year's Nano myself, though I do like to pen the odd story and such, it's just I know I don't have the necessary willpower to knuckle down night after night and bash it all out.

I look forward to this thread being updated though, as those of you who are going for it come on here and give your latest word counts.

It sounds like a book I have read, where a young lad finds a camera , and the pictures it produces seem nonsensical at first, but then it appears to be showing a dog coming closer to the camera, the boy takes it to a a nicknack store in town that everyone shuns for reasons that become apparent later in the story. I'm a bit vague on the details, I wonder if anyone knows what it is?

Malc