1130 is a tumblelog.

1208 1209

1208 was about writing and flow.

1209 was about spending time with my family.

WC: 37.895

1207

Worked on a pay the bills thing last night instead.

1206

1300 words. 1300 fun words. I’m having so much fun writing the climatic scene.

My lead character can be a real douchebag.

It’s fun to write in the voice of douchebag.

1205

almost forgot to record yesterday.

about 1,000 words leading up to a really crucial point and I stopped because I really had to step back and think about it and now it is 12/06 and i’m done thinking about and going to write.

1204

I took the day off from work yesterday and realized that I write so much better during the day than I do at night.

Unfortunately, writing during weekdays is rarely an option. But, at least I got the story flowing again at a point where I thought the flow had stopped.

That makes me think of a tampon analogy so I’ll stop there.

1203

Rewriting, moving stuff around, deleting, replacing, working things out. About two hours of that.

1202

I only wrote 585 words.

It’s a combination of a shitty week at work that’s leaving me drained, plus the fact that I’m at a point in the story where I need to start tying things together. This isn’t the same free flow writing of the first 35,000 words and I’m definitely having trouble.

I guess 585 words is better than zero.

1201

Having issues. Will force myself to get back in creative mode tonight.

1130

nada. zilch. zero. nothing.

Is it ironic that I didn’t write anything at all on 1130?

I just didn’t have anything last night. I could have tried and maybe vomited up some gibberish that could have been spun into gold later, but who the hell has ever spun vomit into gold?

Instead, I watched Intervention and went to bed at 10. Sometimes, that’s a successful night.

1129

Just a reprint of what I wrote over at my main tumblr, so I can keep my progress intact here.

About a month and a half ago, I started something called 1130, which is my version of NaNoWriMo. My goal was not to finish a novel by this date, but to get to a point where I had disciplined myself to get into the habit of working on the novel every day.

So, today tomorrow being 1130, let’s take stock of the last month.

I’ve written 35,710 words. I’ve incorporated some characters from another unfinished novel into this one and they fit perfectly. I’ve created a town and its people and they’ve become part of me. I’ve written most every night (I write a daily progress report here) and I’ve gotten to the point where working on the story has become part of my nightly routine.

I like what I’ve written. I believe in this story and I believe in myself. I started out in October with a small idea and it’s grown into what I think is a really good story that’s going to be a pretty good book. Even if it’s a self published one.

I’m glad I didn’t do NaNoWriMo and put the pressure on myself to get to 50,000 words by today. 35,000 may not seem like an awful lot of words to get down in a month and a half, but I’m doing what I can with the free time I have and I’ve done it without neglecting anything or anyone. I’m proud of these words. I honestly did not think at the start of this that I would, on November 30, sit here and tell you I’m happy with what I’ve done and how I’m progressing.

I’ve got a long way to go. I estimate this is going to end up at about 60,000 words. So I’ve a lot left to write and then, ugh, the editing and rewriting. For now, I’m feeling really pleased with myself. Not even for the content of the story, but for sticking with it, for making a habit of writing and for coming this far without finding an excuse to ditch it.

[I just finished a chapter in which I killed off a character that I started out hating, but grew rather fond of. I feel like I should apologize to someone for that. ]