Write is a Verb
So, between Black Friday and Small Business Saturday, I killed two pens, several characters, and a notebook, got halfway through another notebook, enlisted poor Nee-chan to type in what I'd written while I wrote more, consumed an unknown amount of carbonized caffeine, aaaaaannd... failed Nanowrimo spectacularly with 28,952 words at the finish line.
I confess, getting started on this one was tough, primarily because of my decision to put it up as a work in progress on Smashwords (did I mention how terrified I was about putting out something that wasn't finished?), and ultimately it hasn't gotten much interest, which was definitely discouraging. Writing is for me, finishing is for readers, and in the back of my mind there's been this thought that if no one wants to read it, there's no point to finishing it. Another bird to hunt down.
But.
Unlike April's camp project, where it felt like the story was getting thinner and thinner the further it went, Blood Queen was taking on more and more life, and I'm not ready to give that up even though November is over.
According to the Nanowrimo site's calculations, I'll hit the goal around December 25. That's still not half bad. I've decided to keep writing, and keep posting the updates on Smashwords because it's only fair to follow through with what I set out to do.
So. Anyone want a book for Christmas?
(By the way, this is the story I mentioned in my blog post about gratuitous death. This thing's original manuscript reached a death rate of Hamlet proportions. So far, this time around it has a slightly better survival rate. There are only five confirmed deaths, with three more who may or may not be dead. If you've ever wanted to convince an author not to kill your favorite character, here's your chance.)
I confess, getting started on this one was tough, primarily because of my decision to put it up as a work in progress on Smashwords (did I mention how terrified I was about putting out something that wasn't finished?), and ultimately it hasn't gotten much interest, which was definitely discouraging. Writing is for me, finishing is for readers, and in the back of my mind there's been this thought that if no one wants to read it, there's no point to finishing it. Another bird to hunt down.
But.
Unlike April's camp project, where it felt like the story was getting thinner and thinner the further it went, Blood Queen was taking on more and more life, and I'm not ready to give that up even though November is over.
According to the Nanowrimo site's calculations, I'll hit the goal around December 25. That's still not half bad. I've decided to keep writing, and keep posting the updates on Smashwords because it's only fair to follow through with what I set out to do.
So. Anyone want a book for Christmas?
(By the way, this is the story I mentioned in my blog post about gratuitous death. This thing's original manuscript reached a death rate of Hamlet proportions. So far, this time around it has a slightly better survival rate. There are only five confirmed deaths, with three more who may or may not be dead. If you've ever wanted to convince an author not to kill your favorite character, here's your chance.)
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