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roarrrr nanothing >:E
NaNo story:
6653 / 50000 words. 13% done!
Other Shit I Wrote While Trying To Avoid Writing My NaNo Story:
5923 / 50000 words. 12% done!
yyyyyeah. >_>;;;
Jo unblocked me, but I've been figuring it out and not writing, so i'm still super late. Also I keep whining about the writing being full of infodumps and introducing characters that I don't even know whether I'll reuse later on. Ahhh self you should be at like 18-20% percent already (does anyone know where to find a graph for "how many words you should have by X date"?)
so, here's a short bit, cause the next scene isn't complete and I hate it.
Tyr hadn't set out to build a hostel for Black Ops vets. He wasn't too sure how it had turned out like this.
"Your stinky socks are on my shirt. What are your stinky socks doing on my shirt."
He sat on his sleeping bag, watching them. Propped up against the wall, Carmen Serrano was rolling her head on her neck to loosen tight muscles, the gesture absent-minded but her one unbandaged eye scanning the room constantly. Duane Keller was rolling up his sleeping bag and glaring at Gabriel Wright's red head, poking out of a bundle of sleeping bag, a blanket, a tarp, and his and Serrano's jackets.
A random assortment of sort-of colleagues, only bound together by the fact that they had survived.
"Nrgh? Jus' move 'em. S'only socks. Won't bite."
He found he didn't mind, though. When you were four to a room, there was always someone to stand guard.
"Damn you, Wright. Pick up your stuff, you slob."
He'd never been sociable before. Hadn't had many occasions to socialize with children his age -- that was what you got from being raised by an absent-minded university professor whose social life was limited to the semi-regular correspondence he received about his field of study and the people he paid to deliver groceries.
The very day Tyr turned sixteen he'd enrolled into the military. He'd never had time to relax and grow closer to the members of his platoon. The treatment tended to have better results the younger you were; he'd been snatched up the second he was out of basic training.
Duane was now poking at Gabriel's side with his foot and threatening to drop his clothes on the floor. Tyr wasn't sure why that was a threat at all. He wasn't sure how it would play out, but as long as it didn't come to a brawl it didn't matter.
Serrano was fighting against a coughing fit again. Tyr's eyes narrowed. Her face stayed bland, but she couldn't entirely suppress the way her shoulders and chest jumped.
She didn't want to let it show. He could tell.
He wasn't the only one who could see it anyway. "Hey, now, don't go catching a cold," Duane said, glancing her way.
Serrano shrugged and climbed to her feet, all loose-jointed long limbs untangling in unthinking grace. A corner of his brain said 'lean,' and 'lean' led to 'hungry'.
Another said 'weakening', and it led to --
He frowned to himself and got up as well, to cut short that train of thought. "Breakfast?" he offered.
She blinked at him and after a second, nodded.
She was the only one who wasn't there by accident. Wright he had invited because Serrano brought his situation to Tyr's attention -- and he might not stay long in the end, though at least he would wait until he had his feet back under him. Keller because Tyr already had Wright coming over by then and one more, one less, that didn't make a big difference in the end. That, and he wouldn't like to hear about Keller turning feral at the other end of the continent, where a mercy killing was the best outcome he could imagine.
Serrano was there because... just because. It was hard to explain. He wasn't sure he could put it into words, even just for himself.
"Making breakfast, Tyr-dear?"
"There's nothing to make. Just ration bars and bread." He tucked a couple of bars in his pocket, handed another to Serrano.
Duane chuckled. "No croissants? That's just cruel."
"Take the bus and go pick up some," Serrano said before taking a bite. "Maybe you'll even be back before lunch."
"Uh huh. Yeah. Great idea."
Tyr tuned out the banter as he took inventory of their stocks. He'd brought a cooler with the car, and Gabriel and Serrano both carried snacks with them, but it wasn't going to last very long.
"I'll go." He closed the cooler and straightened up.
"Are you sure?" Wright asked as he emerged from his cocoon, hiding a yawn behind his hand. His hair was an explosion of wild curls. Tyr smiled a little.
"I have to see Colonel Reynolds anyway."
Duane grimaced. "Gonna leave us up here in the woods all day? Urk."
"If you hate the woods that much, you're not going to like living here," Serrano commented.
"It's not that I really hate it -- wait, I kind of do. It's just we only got one car."
"You take care of the hardware shop run, and you can have it," Tyr said. "I'll take the bus."
Duane paused. Scratched his chin, where a scruffy beard was growing in patches. "...Well then. Okay. Gotta make a list of all the shit we'll need, before you go."
Serrano started not-coughing again as they were circulating the list, but Tyr pretended not to see it.
Other Shit I Wrote While Trying To Avoid Writing My NaNo Story:
yyyyyeah. >_>;;;
Jo unblocked me, but I've been figuring it out and not writing, so i'm still super late. Also I keep whining about the writing being full of infodumps and introducing characters that I don't even know whether I'll reuse later on. Ahhh self you should be at like 18-20% percent already (does anyone know where to find a graph for "how many words you should have by X date"?)
so, here's a short bit, cause the next scene isn't complete and I hate it.
Tyr hadn't set out to build a hostel for Black Ops vets. He wasn't too sure how it had turned out like this.
"Your stinky socks are on my shirt. What are your stinky socks doing on my shirt."
He sat on his sleeping bag, watching them. Propped up against the wall, Carmen Serrano was rolling her head on her neck to loosen tight muscles, the gesture absent-minded but her one unbandaged eye scanning the room constantly. Duane Keller was rolling up his sleeping bag and glaring at Gabriel Wright's red head, poking out of a bundle of sleeping bag, a blanket, a tarp, and his and Serrano's jackets.
A random assortment of sort-of colleagues, only bound together by the fact that they had survived.
"Nrgh? Jus' move 'em. S'only socks. Won't bite."
He found he didn't mind, though. When you were four to a room, there was always someone to stand guard.
"Damn you, Wright. Pick up your stuff, you slob."
He'd never been sociable before. Hadn't had many occasions to socialize with children his age -- that was what you got from being raised by an absent-minded university professor whose social life was limited to the semi-regular correspondence he received about his field of study and the people he paid to deliver groceries.
The very day Tyr turned sixteen he'd enrolled into the military. He'd never had time to relax and grow closer to the members of his platoon. The treatment tended to have better results the younger you were; he'd been snatched up the second he was out of basic training.
Duane was now poking at Gabriel's side with his foot and threatening to drop his clothes on the floor. Tyr wasn't sure why that was a threat at all. He wasn't sure how it would play out, but as long as it didn't come to a brawl it didn't matter.
Serrano was fighting against a coughing fit again. Tyr's eyes narrowed. Her face stayed bland, but she couldn't entirely suppress the way her shoulders and chest jumped.
She didn't want to let it show. He could tell.
He wasn't the only one who could see it anyway. "Hey, now, don't go catching a cold," Duane said, glancing her way.
Serrano shrugged and climbed to her feet, all loose-jointed long limbs untangling in unthinking grace. A corner of his brain said 'lean,' and 'lean' led to 'hungry'.
Another said 'weakening', and it led to --
He frowned to himself and got up as well, to cut short that train of thought. "Breakfast?" he offered.
She blinked at him and after a second, nodded.
She was the only one who wasn't there by accident. Wright he had invited because Serrano brought his situation to Tyr's attention -- and he might not stay long in the end, though at least he would wait until he had his feet back under him. Keller because Tyr already had Wright coming over by then and one more, one less, that didn't make a big difference in the end. That, and he wouldn't like to hear about Keller turning feral at the other end of the continent, where a mercy killing was the best outcome he could imagine.
Serrano was there because... just because. It was hard to explain. He wasn't sure he could put it into words, even just for himself.
"Making breakfast, Tyr-dear?"
"There's nothing to make. Just ration bars and bread." He tucked a couple of bars in his pocket, handed another to Serrano.
Duane chuckled. "No croissants? That's just cruel."
"Take the bus and go pick up some," Serrano said before taking a bite. "Maybe you'll even be back before lunch."
"Uh huh. Yeah. Great idea."
Tyr tuned out the banter as he took inventory of their stocks. He'd brought a cooler with the car, and Gabriel and Serrano both carried snacks with them, but it wasn't going to last very long.
"I'll go." He closed the cooler and straightened up.
"Are you sure?" Wright asked as he emerged from his cocoon, hiding a yawn behind his hand. His hair was an explosion of wild curls. Tyr smiled a little.
"I have to see Colonel Reynolds anyway."
Duane grimaced. "Gonna leave us up here in the woods all day? Urk."
"If you hate the woods that much, you're not going to like living here," Serrano commented.
"It's not that I really hate it -- wait, I kind of do. It's just we only got one car."
"You take care of the hardware shop run, and you can have it," Tyr said. "I'll take the bus."
Duane paused. Scratched his chin, where a scruffy beard was growing in patches. "...Well then. Okay. Gotta make a list of all the shit we'll need, before you go."
Serrano started not-coughing again as they were circulating the list, but Tyr pretended not to see it.
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On the nanowrimo.org site, in your profile, if you click on Nano Stats, it shows you a graph of what your daily goal should be, compared to what it is xD
Also, mine is a lot of info dumping too. I figure I just need to get it out and I'll move things around or rewrite it after it's all out and I can look at it as a whole :3
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I should remember to update that site. >__>;;;
But it's all just so ARGH. I feel like i'm figuring things out about the characters even as i write, and i'm introducing them all too close to each other and with not enough plot impact and not considering the inner logic of -- aaaaaaa. *fails at writing by the seat of my pants*
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I am worried about Serrano, coughing is not a good sign. :(
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I love the banter. The whole group chemistry, it feels good in my head.
--that was what you got from being raised by an absent-minded university professor whose social life was limited to the semi-regular correspondence he received about his field of study and the people he paid to deliver groceries.-- I think this sentence is too long? It seems to lose strength the way it is. Maybe make it two sentences? I like that idea of why he is the way he is around other people and it's an important piece of background that cuts away from Tyr=Heero. Maybe not important if you're not familiar with Heero to begin with but I am so I like the parts that set Tyr up as a separate character.
Ooh, wanna know what's up with Serrano! Tyr's 'weak=okaynewthoughtnowplz' moment gave me a little shiver of dread, that was neat.
I wasn't sure at first, I thought it might feel unnatural with the Serrano-->Trowa link, but I realized in this bit that I really like Serrano as a girl. Good call. I'll be delighted to see how that effects the group dynamic throughout the story, particularly when hormones become involved.
I'm assuming, because he's based on Quatre, that Gabe has piled on blankets and jackets (♥ Serrano's jacket) because he's from a hot climate. Was that mentioned in the story yet? I don't remember and I probably ought to go re-read so I don't make an ass of myself but I don't want to drop out of writing mode; who knows when I'll get back in?
I feel like I'm being overly critical. That's a poor reflection on the way I feel. I really like this story. It's easy to get into and I'm excited to see where you go with it. No more of this self-defeatist language little missy. You're ordinarily a very thoughtful writer, you take more time to write your stories than some people, am I correct? Breaking out of your comfort zone probably feels a bit terrifying, stressful, but you're doing a good job. Your long time friends and fans know you, your style and pacing, and those are the ones who read your original work. If we pick your work apart it's because you've shown you can take it and we do it with love. ♥ ♥ ♥ Also, you're pretty good about pointing out when one of us steps over a line, so feel free.
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(Anonymous) 2009-11-07 08:18 pm (UTC)(link)Also, don't worry about any pacing issues or mistakes; the whole point of Nano is to give yourself permission to bypass that kind of internal editing-while-you-write and just write. Once you have words on the page, you can go back and edit them and move them around.
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I <3 this story, for the record, since I have not commented to mention that before. I <3 this story very, very hard. It is full of vivid and quirky and ENTERTAINMENT, so you KEEP ON TRUCKIN', ASUKA! I will be so very sad if you stop. DDD:
A random assortment of sort-of colleagues, only bound together by the fact that they had survived. = WINS SO HARD.
<< also you should tell me your username over on that thar Nano site so we can be suffering!buddies.
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(Anonymous) 2009-11-08 12:55 am (UTC)(link)kurai008 -xxx-
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XD;;; ♥ Ahh. i'm having a hard time making them truly different. just not enough time to really consider their characters and redevelop them from the ground up so i end up falling back on GW people a lot. ... i guess as a GW fan that's a good thing. XD
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Good point about the run-on sentence. i'll edit later though because the way i write i might edit it into a SHORTER sentence and for nano that's just not on. D:
Serrano is fun to write because she's lots of things before she is female. She's not "a girl", she's a phlegmatic, secretly sarcastic, v. dangerous ex-soldier werewolf who happens to have boobs. (not to say I might as well call her an "it", but that feminine part of her isn't the main component, especially at the moment.)
XD Nah, Gabe's from England. He's cold because, well, that'll be explained.
♥♥♥
And now I go back to writing! (but seriously i hate how the next part starts. i want to delete and start agaiiiiin aaaah not allowed, bad asuka)
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9__9 Worried? i'm sure there's no reason. *whistles*
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But I'll consider this year a success if I can hit 30.000 words for each. >__> cause let's face it, i'm unable to concentrate on only one story and ignore all others for that long.
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♥♥♥♥♥
I be Asuka Kureru over there. So original, yeah? (... now is that the right link. argh.)
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HELLO NEW FRIEND. >:D I be Ven.
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I have an Excel work sheet that does the math for you if you want it. It's not one of those huge fancy ones that you find in the NaNo forums but it does let you put in your total word count for the day and then calculates how many words you wrote, how many you have left to write, how many words you should have for each day remaining, the ideal word count for each day, and the killer column, how many words you are ahead or behind the ideal.
Since it's a spread sheet you could have it do the math if you wanted to count more than one story for the NaNo, for the word count you would just put in "=X+Y" where X and Y are the word counts for your stories.
Basic NaNo Worksheet.
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At least in this bit, lol. Still gotta catch up with the next entry.