NaNo Log Day 9

Hey everyone, sorry about no post yesterday - heck, I didn't even make my daily words.

Anyhow, I'm blogging LIVE from another Panera write-in, this time in the thick of things near the middle of the table. as a matter of fact, I'm feeling like I actually fit in here - sure, the people are downright insane hilarious and that can be distracting, but I was greeted very warmly, and even got to chat with a few people. Note to self: When in doubt, keep your face straight - it will save your life. 

I got to the write-in about twenty minutes early, and sat myself down not at the end of the room, but in the middle of the table. There, I met the host of the event and the co-host, as well as a growing amount of people, whose names have regained the status of a mystery. However, I was welcomed as the "stealthy one from last time", the one who had not been noticed until she got up and left. I was welcomed in as a ninja, to be exact, and I laughed along. 

As time ticked on, I met more and more people, and got barely anything written down just because I was having a good time chatting. I bought a sandwich and ate it down while the people across from me talked about Star Wars and the like. For a while, I was the tenderfoot, the reason to why nobody got words down, and what I felt like was more in the party than not, if you get what I mean. I just moved to a meeting room, because the first people who reserved it didn't show up. Now, I'm sort of boxed in, but at least I'm getting something done...sort of. I finished my YWP goal of 15000 words, and am at 15095 words currently. 

Blog-base-wise, my fanfiction piece "A Survivor's Word" got accepted by the community manager of Pirate101, which I am very excited about. When I got the e-mail, I called my friends immediately, yelling gibberish to them while jumping on the guest-bed. Thanks go to Tom Purdue the community manager.

Well, that's it from me today - catch you all tomorrow!

this was cut out from an image of me holding the duck, so it wouldn't
show my face

Cont: Also, I won a word war with a total of 727 words - I won a NaNoWriMo 2012 rubber duck! 

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Dei

NaNoLog, Day Seven

On the seventh day of NaNo, my flash-drive gave to me:

Seven uncaught typos
Six locked manuscripts
Five...busted pens!
Four more words to go
Three semicolons
(Maybe that's too much)
Who cares - I'll just fall asleep!!

Indeed I'm losing stamina as I write this. Merry FirstWeek, and to all a good night!

*snores*

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NaNoLog, Day Six

Wow, I've never been this tired.

Yesterday, I forgot to log my words, and so I had to work the numbers out (turns out that I had worked my equation wrong and was about 300 words short of what I needed for last night), and start writing. I spent most of my free time typing my document and talking about my novel with friends. So far, nobody seems to understand it. As I struggle for an explanation, here are a few covers that I've been bouncing around:

Props to Ria H.!

this one is for a friend - a rather surprise gift. He doesn't read
this blog, so I might surprise him with it later.

Anyhow, my word count is 10,007 - the length of my latest project before NaNo, and about half the length of the project before that one. RIPF2D, if any of you get the reference.
The following are from a manga face-maker that I like to use when I'm messing around. the groupings are friend groupings with exceptions of India and Bjornstad:

Bennett Hikaru Hirimoto
(Group I)

India Victoria Johnson
(Primarily II, but Group I as well)

Mr. Bjornstad

Nikolai (Nikko) Jordan Brahm
(Group I)

Caleb Lomax Winslow
(Group I)

Noah Michael Jensen
(whose background is pink for a reason)
(Group II)

 Hope you all liked the post! I'm going to get some serious sleep now. Shoutouts to Conner and Megan, two people doing NaNo in my school!

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My other calculator checks my e-mail, too. It also searches for images and Youtube videos.

NaNoLog Day Four, LIVE from the bookstore

As not to give away my location, I'm at one of the best almost independent bookstores that I have ever known, with the top being that one vintage spot on the Oregon coast, it smelled of book glue and cologne, in my opinion...oh, sorry.

Anyhow, I'm LIVE at a bookstore/shopping center with a lot of other WriMos, and even more plates of noodles. Noodles - best writing food known to humankind, I swear it. I spent the few hours that I've been here busily typing, making a few friends, and changing the volume on my iPod. I'm at 6,833 words currently, passing my goal of 6,708 by the end of the day. I'm actually trying to look a little nonchalant as I type this post, as to make others think that I'm writing my novel and not a blog post...shh...

Today's post will be composed of two things: something that I saw that inspired me (well, a spinoff of the actual event..) and a bit of my novel. I also have a few interesting pictures at the end.

Spin:

Michael tried to find his center, tried not to wobble from one side of his foot to the other, as Julia stumbled on and off of her two-foot-tall white rook. Julia squealed as she fell over again, this time taking the piece with her. A few WriMos sitting at a long table looked on in inspiration. Over and over, Michael exhaled and Julia stumbled, until three blonde-haired toddler boys rushed in, the tallest toting a red rubber ball on his head. Michael laughed and landed on his bottom in the middle of a dark square, making one of the WriMos gasp in reaction.

Novel:


“CALEB!!” Caleb blinked his eyes open and rubbed at the edges where night-blooming gunk had formed and crystallized. “CALEB, WAKE UP!” Caleb hopped to his feet and put a sweatshirt on over his sweat-stained sleeping shirt. He stumbled to his window and opened it, climbing onto the roof in the cold morning air.
“Bennett, what do you want? You could have knocked.”
“I know. They're going to dust you.”
“Who -”
“Noah.” Bennett interjected. “Noah Roche and his pals are going to dust you today., they're in fourth period, and are going to clean out the bandsaw.”
“Thanks...for telling me, Bennett.”
As Bennett darted away, Caleb didn't feel like going back inside. He sat on the roof, legs huddled close to his chest. Noah and his friends were honestly going to dust him? He was going to have fake dandruff again?” Caleb didn't like the idea or thought of covering someone in dust deliberately. What were they going to do – take pictures? They would be in double trouble, then; deliberate pranking and picture-taking on campus. Maybe, if they got in trouble, the boys would stop harassing people, just maybe.
No, no they wouldn't. They are only going to get better.

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OK, so the big surprise for today is that I'm sort of stuck on titles. Here are a few ideas that I've been bouncing off of my fellow WriMos:

The Scrollsaw's Lament
Of Books and Bandsaws
BLUEPRINTED
My Dearest Scrollsaw

I have a medley of covers, but sadly they're on my non-isolated computer account. I'll be sure to post them in the next post!

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Welcome to NaNoLand, please cancel your game subscriptions and buy some soy sauce for the noodles. 

NaNoLog, Day Three

Whew! I just reached the 5,031 point and am at 5,066 words currently. Since I don't want to go through my plot all too soon, I'll talk about what happened recently in my own life:

Today's kudos go out to an inspirational woodworker who has earned a name in my school's woodshop. His name is Matthias Wandel, a Canadian man who made his basement into a wonderful haven for his homemade machines and a great base for his videos, which I watch daily. I shot an e-mail to Matthias, and he replied quite kindly and I was proud to share my treasure with my tech ed. class the following day.

One more reason to clamp your work: Matthias does it like a boss.

While I feel guilty for these short posts, I really need to get some sleep, or else there might not be a post tomorrow. Have a good one, everybody!

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The next Grand Slam terrain should be awesomesauce, just so I can add a dash of it to my topspin.

Dei

NaNoLog, Day 2

11/2, 3,452 words
At a Panera Write-in

Hey all! I'm currently writing from a Panera write-in, and since I don't want to give away my location, I'll leave that part with that I'm liking it a lot. (If you're there, I'm the one near the paintings, sitting by myself with a sandwich.) Even though I'm considerably younger than most of the people writing (okay, all of them..) it's a nice atmosphere. I have about 3500 words down, a considerable amount of that written today.

IRL, today was the fall  dance, and I had a blast! I am never prepared for loud music and the lights, but I got to dance around with my friends and chitchat away. However, the second I got home, I started thinking about my novel and how I was going to present myself at the write-in. My solution so far; not at all. I'm justsitting here, writing, and I think it's a good way to start things. I'll be sure to intrduce myself when the time comes around, if it does. However, I think I'll like it here, I've always been good accomplices with writers. (Commence trying to make eye contact and smiling...or at least trying to plug my computer in...)

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There wasn't anything that Caleb could beg for as sawdust filled his throat and  lodged itself in an inconvenient place, as with all the other bits of dust compliments of the scroll-saws in the very back of the classroom. People said Caleb had lost it – that he was the only person giving a darn to the mini saws and dusting them off day out, kneeling down and blowing on the blades one by one. Caleb brushed his shaggy hair aside and, for the first time, considered the harsh rumors. 
Sunlight seeped through the crack on a slightly hidden back door, mixing with the sneak-up-behind-you tap of rain and not to mention more dust. It rose like a colun the the meager light's presence, and Caleb walked through it, one step at a time.

Dei

NaNoWriMo: Day One

In short terms: A lot harder than I expected.
In longer terms: Okay, so I didn't expect 1,677 words to be so hard, but I think that I can still pull through!

The post:

Hello, everybody - all three of you! I have just wrapped up today's chaos with a break at 1,687 words - ten more than I expected. However, I have just struggled through the first day, and I'm not so sure how I'm going to make it through the challenge of NaNoWriMo this year, even if I have to dangle Twix bars in front of my nose just to write up another 1677!
Today, I had a very nice experience meeting another WriMo at school - in fact, I initiated him in the library! I was walking through the rain towards the computers - I wanted to keep working on my start from the night before! When I get on the new Mac, a hand pokes my shoulder.
"I heard that you were doing NaNoWriMo.."
"Yes - I am! Are you?"
"Is it too late to start?"
Of course, the poor soul got his shoulders shaken a bit by me, but nonetheless I helped him set up an account. Welcome to NaNoLand, Conner!

If you couldn't tell, though, my writing steam is dead gone, and my inner editor is tied up in my closet taking a break for the month - I think I should stop before my grammar goes out of whack!

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Inspiration of the post: Matthias Wandel :-)

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