oh so close
Nov. 19th, 2009 11:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
necia_phoenixI have felt very different this nano from prior nanos. I haven't been worrying that I won't get the words done. I know I will. I haven't worried about the suckage cause hey, you can always edit later.
I have been pretty calm about my writing. I seem to write for three to four days then take a day or three off then go at it again. Currently I am sitting at 33063. I did 3224 words today. Throughout the day, in between mommy duties.
There has not been the rush and panic and "oh no! Am I behind???" I am a little puzzled at how calm I am about this.
I have felt a change in me, in how I write, how I form the story in my head. How I prepare for it and how I actually write it down. As I worked on this Island Story, solutions for other stories hit me. The realization of what I need to do has combined with a sudden confidence I have found in my writing. In my abilities. In myself.
I know I will accomplish this.
My monstrosity, my UF ideas, my various fantasy ideas and even that Space Romance thing. I know I will complete them. I know I will be able to do a passable job and with time make them shiny and pretty.
I think my main hope is that other people will love my characters as much as I do. I worry I won't be able to bring them across to others the way they are in my head.
But at the same time I know I can. It is a matter of simply doing it.
Caine and Igri were knelt beside the man. Tagis stood over him frowning. Standing the dead man would have been at least as tall as Tagis if not taller. His hair was shorn short and was a pale gold, almost white color. There were tatoos, similar to Tagis' own on his chest, arms and face, though instead of black this man's tattoos were a pale blue. But the tattoos were marred, blurred almost. The man was in a sorry state.
Tagis knelt shaking his head. There was an ugly slash wound across his chest that had gotten infected. There were other signs of injury, bruises on his pale skin. His eyes though half opened were swollen, his lips split in several places. the scrapes and cuts on his face and from what Tagis could see, his arms, happened before he took flight.
"He was beaten." Caine said. "Looks like he tried to run."
Tagis glanced towards the corpse of the bird in the distance. "From whom?"
I have been pretty calm about my writing. I seem to write for three to four days then take a day or three off then go at it again. Currently I am sitting at 33063. I did 3224 words today. Throughout the day, in between mommy duties.
There has not been the rush and panic and "oh no! Am I behind???" I am a little puzzled at how calm I am about this.
33063 / 50000
(66.13%)
(66.13%)
I have felt a change in me, in how I write, how I form the story in my head. How I prepare for it and how I actually write it down. As I worked on this Island Story, solutions for other stories hit me. The realization of what I need to do has combined with a sudden confidence I have found in my writing. In my abilities. In myself.
I know I will accomplish this.
My monstrosity, my UF ideas, my various fantasy ideas and even that Space Romance thing. I know I will complete them. I know I will be able to do a passable job and with time make them shiny and pretty.
I think my main hope is that other people will love my characters as much as I do. I worry I won't be able to bring them across to others the way they are in my head.
But at the same time I know I can. It is a matter of simply doing it.
Caine and Igri were knelt beside the man. Tagis stood over him frowning. Standing the dead man would have been at least as tall as Tagis if not taller. His hair was shorn short and was a pale gold, almost white color. There were tatoos, similar to Tagis' own on his chest, arms and face, though instead of black this man's tattoos were a pale blue. But the tattoos were marred, blurred almost. The man was in a sorry state.
Tagis knelt shaking his head. There was an ugly slash wound across his chest that had gotten infected. There were other signs of injury, bruises on his pale skin. His eyes though half opened were swollen, his lips split in several places. the scrapes and cuts on his face and from what Tagis could see, his arms, happened before he took flight.
"He was beaten." Caine said. "Looks like he tried to run."
Tagis glanced towards the corpse of the bird in the distance. "From whom?"
