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necia_phoenix) wrote2009-11-06 09:44 am
necia_phoenix) wrote2009-11-06 09:44 am
writing
For some reason I am having issues. I am not being very dedicated to the number of words I am writing. What I mean is, I keep spacing on how many words I am writing exactly. In word wars I have found myself just writing and at the end when we tally it up I realize that whoops! I forgot to get the wc before starting.
Doesn't really matter I guess, I just passed 16k last night. **insert banana dancing here** but whats more is that the story is being told. I like this story very much. And it seems to be working out well. I feel like I am getting a good grip on the nature of storytelling. On how to tell the story I want to tell. On how to focus on the part of the story I want to tell and on resisting those nifty not-going-anywhere subplots that my older work is riddled with.
I will get a hang of this stuff. Really I will.
writing links:
How to Respond
How to avoid getting an agent
I was too beat last night to post this.
Forbidden Island; Nano 2009
16022 / 50000 words. 32% done!
"He was though, wasn't he?" Alma looked up at him. Tagis shrugged, trying to tell himself it didn't matter anymore. "Tagis..."
Tagis said nothing, staring at the cliff's reflection in the pond.
"He knew things, he saw things. Sometimes good, sometimes bad. He was, never to my knowledge, wrong. You remind me of him."
"I'm no visionary." Tagis said quickly.
"No, but you are like him in many ways. You are loyal to me. Even if I don't deserve such loyalty."
Joy. Tagis shrugged again. What could he say? Joy had made a private matter public, had expected him to fight his chief.
"If you had challenged me, you would have won." Alma said quietly.
"To what end?" Tagis looked over the pond. The bitterness that had fueled his desire to leave the island had faded to a mild regret. The farther from Joy he got, the more he saw what his brothers, what Caine had warned him about. "She wanted status. She got it."
"Her child is not mine." Alma said.
Tagis stared.
"She expects me to make it public to set her aside. That is what she wants." Alma smiled coldy.
"You aren't going to."
"Why should I? She warms my bed at night. She keeps things clean, mostly. The child will keep her busy."
Tagis tried to find some sort of feeling for Joy but found none, except maybe pity.
"Since your father's death I have always considered you my friend. I will tell you this, I am dying and I have no sons."
"Don't." Tagis said quickly.
"Who then, to take over the tribe?"
"Gi, Caine, Myrn they are all better suited to it than I. Don't you dare, Alma." Tagis swallowed his panic as Alma began to laugh.
"I haven't decided yet boy." Alma coughed. "Some think you will help me on my way out because of Joy."
Tagis shook his head. "As I've said before, Joy made her choice. I gave you my oath. No one will come before that."
Alma nodded. "The lake of fire, the north cove filling in with rock... the mountain is waking up. Have you..."
Tagis stared hard at him. "I am not my father."
Happy nanoing folks!
Doesn't really matter I guess, I just passed 16k last night. **insert banana dancing here** but whats more is that the story is being told. I like this story very much. And it seems to be working out well. I feel like I am getting a good grip on the nature of storytelling. On how to tell the story I want to tell. On how to focus on the part of the story I want to tell and on resisting those nifty not-going-anywhere subplots that my older work is riddled with.
I will get a hang of this stuff. Really I will.
writing links:
How to Respond
How to avoid getting an agent
I was too beat last night to post this.
Forbidden Island; Nano 2009
"He was though, wasn't he?" Alma looked up at him. Tagis shrugged, trying to tell himself it didn't matter anymore. "Tagis..."
Tagis said nothing, staring at the cliff's reflection in the pond.
"He knew things, he saw things. Sometimes good, sometimes bad. He was, never to my knowledge, wrong. You remind me of him."
"I'm no visionary." Tagis said quickly.
"No, but you are like him in many ways. You are loyal to me. Even if I don't deserve such loyalty."
Joy. Tagis shrugged again. What could he say? Joy had made a private matter public, had expected him to fight his chief.
"If you had challenged me, you would have won." Alma said quietly.
"To what end?" Tagis looked over the pond. The bitterness that had fueled his desire to leave the island had faded to a mild regret. The farther from Joy he got, the more he saw what his brothers, what Caine had warned him about. "She wanted status. She got it."
"Her child is not mine." Alma said.
Tagis stared.
"She expects me to make it public to set her aside. That is what she wants." Alma smiled coldy.
"You aren't going to."
"Why should I? She warms my bed at night. She keeps things clean, mostly. The child will keep her busy."
Tagis tried to find some sort of feeling for Joy but found none, except maybe pity.
"Since your father's death I have always considered you my friend. I will tell you this, I am dying and I have no sons."
"Don't." Tagis said quickly.
"Who then, to take over the tribe?"
"Gi, Caine, Myrn they are all better suited to it than I. Don't you dare, Alma." Tagis swallowed his panic as Alma began to laugh.
"I haven't decided yet boy." Alma coughed. "Some think you will help me on my way out because of Joy."
Tagis shook his head. "As I've said before, Joy made her choice. I gave you my oath. No one will come before that."
Alma nodded. "The lake of fire, the north cove filling in with rock... the mountain is waking up. Have you..."
Tagis stared hard at him. "I am not my father."
Happy nanoing folks!