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Jun 08, 2009 09:11PM
gah! how can you write so many words???
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You're so nice Wendy. Genius? Not exactly, maybe sometimes. I can always write, knock on wood, not all of it is good, I may get rid of it later. But with five of them going at once, there is never a lack of ideas. If I'm blocked on one story, I move along to another. I have a lot of ideas rolling around in my big head.
If I had 4 to 6 hours each day, completely to myself, to write, I could have so much done. Someday it will happen. Someday.

Keep telling yourself that and someday you'll wake up and wonder why you ever wanted to believe it in the first place.
After twenty years of banging the rocks together...
If you can write continuously and productively for two hours a day... and more than fifty percent of what you write is honestly good, publishable material... you're a freaking genius.

I get at least an hour most days, two if I wait until after the kids are in bed. I don't know how much I'd call publishable material though. I'd like to think at least half, but we'll see. I know its not publishable without major editing, that's for sure.

Wrote 2744 words today. Very pleased but did it all tonight. Time for bed.
gah. i'm still amazed by your word count.

I stayed up way too late though, four hours is not enough sleep everyone. It makes you cranky and your eyes burn. Where is that coffee. I think I'll just drink it from the pot thanks.
Anyone else want some?

Like Annie Mae, I'm amazed with your word count too, but even more by the fact that you can do that and everything else you do too. I'm beginning to think that you're as crazy as I am.
--Rita

This morning I was up way too early and got tons done. The baby arrived at 5am but went back to sleep so I had two hours to work. I have over 3000 words already today. I had to check my math a few times because it seemed wrong. But it was right.
My days consist of thirty minute clean, fifteen write, thirty minute clean, fifteen write, couple of hours with kids, fifteen minute write. If I have no kids but my own, I get a couple of hours of time and i'll do it all then. Actually you're right, it's crazy.
Where is Betsy by the way? Wendy?

I work full time and help homeschool the kids. Plus the usual duties of house, children, and husband. Then sometimes I look back at all we do, and I shake my head and wonder how I get it all done.
I squirrel time away in the evening like you, sometimes skimping on sleep. Last year I wrote at least 200,000 words. This year, I have no clue. I haven't kept track. I haven't been word oriented, just project oriented.

Now keeping track here, keeps me focused on getting something done everyday. I used to stay up into the wee hours writing and then sporatically through the day. Lately I've been making an effort to schedule time. I look at my day and decide when I'll definitely have the time. So far, the words come easily, I have tons of ideas and I'm able to write something each time i sit down.
I don't homeschool though, that would be difficult. I have the daycare, but everyone naps and I can give them projects and games to play. The two year old that comes here is like your three year old. She's always asking me to play. I'll give her "jobs" while we're outside. Sidewalk chalk is great, she draws beautiful pictures on the driveway (good for at least fifteen minutes or more) then I'll give her a spoon and "flowers" to plant. She gets dirty, but she loves doing that. I've given her other jobs, like fort building and sorting Kurt's tools. The other kids join in too which helps.
I hope I don't run out of ideas or the counts could go way down.

If my goal was 2000 words rather than "finish this project now," maybe I could take it in bite size chunks.

Little chunks make it "okay" for me to stop if I have to. I don't feel bad either because I achieved what i promised myself I would.
Wendy;
dead people don't creep. Are you sure she wasn't just standing where she always does, waiting for your coat? Now I need another coat rack. Bucky will have to do double-duty for a while. The lady at the post office is still pissing me off, she may have to do. She is rather short though, not really coat rack material.


I wouldn't be so sure about that.
... or maybe it's just Mr. Bushida's cat?


Everyone this is Ginger. She used to work at the post office. sorry for her smell, she's freshly stuffed and needs some drying time. I haven't shellaced her yet either. Ginger will now be holding coats and hats in Betsy's place. Wendy, I'm chaining her up so you have no worries.
I kept the postal uniform because I thought it would add to the ambiance in here. Ignore the blood, she was a fighter. It couldn't be helped. Since when did they teach postal workers tai kwan do?
Anyway I forgot to post my word count last night. Doritos and the comedy channel distracted me. That was my reward for a job well done. I got to watch a couple of hours of tv.
Reward for what? Drum roll please.....I wrote 4926 words yesterday! I am into book three of Getting Away With It, and wrote a chapter in Rowan's story. Yay.
That plus Tuesday's words brings my total so far to:
149,172 words.

I still haven't managed to chisel any spare time out of the days yet - twelve hours plus at work on Monday and Wednesday, family meal on Tuesday. Maybe tonight I get to start writing again. Then I'll start competing with you ;)

I love the story I'm working on, the guy is a complete jerk. It's moving along quickly, I have more ideas than I can include which is good in a way. Wait until you meet him, you'll love him too.
I'm having some trouble with Rowan, I want to use the voodoo/black magic angle but I find I'm explaining a lot and then deleting everything because it's too much telling. I'm thinking I may write it assuming the reader knows enough about it that I can just have her do these things and not explain the hows an whys so much. What do you think? Maybe I should scrap the angle all together. I can still tell the story that way, she can just be downright crazy. Nah, I don't want her to be crazy. It's far better to have her know what she's doing and like it.

You could always have her just do the things:
Rowan chanted in weirdly hypnotic fashion as she slashed the rooster's throat, draining the blood into the ceremonial bowl. Careful not to inhale, she puffed cigar smoke over the blood. Equally careful not to swallow, for to do so meant angering the gods, she filled her mouth with Bacardi before spraying the fiery liquid into the bowl.
"Great Damballah, attend me now! Papap Legba, heed your servant!"
She swayed sinuously, erotically running her hands over her body. A foul wind gusted around the tiny room. Black smoke coalesced into an indistinct figure.
Denser and denser grew the smoky pillar. The hideous features of ...
Like that.

I just told her that as long as I make the sacrifice each week, they won't hurt me. She wasn't amused.

I'd use proper ones - see here for a fairly detailed list of the nastier African ones.

But maybe this conversation should go to the sandbox as well.

I will of course have an advantage over you when it comes to word counts - July and August all I'll be doing is writing, editing, proof reading, and delivering a couple of film schools. So I should be able to manage 6000 words a day.

Any progress on Hills? I know you're really busy, just checking. I'm anxious to see your ideas. I'm excited actually, I know it can only be better. stroke, stroke




Not that I could do the nanomo....whatever thing. I can tell you right now I'd fall pathetically short, but just wondering. Have you been a member of their group long?

I know you're too young to qualify on age grounds, but your attitude would fit right in I think. :)

When I mentioned your attitude Wendy, I was thinking in terms of wise, disciplined, mature, determined, still childlike with a sense of wonder, but not childish.

Awww paul, you're so sweet! Here's a cyber kiss for you (X)
WIth 5 kids ages (10-2) I would have been, what 15? when I had the first? I'm backwoods- but not quite that much.
I'm 31 with 12 years of marriage under my belt, but you can think of me as eternally younger than 25 if you want. I don't mind.
Rita- "I think i'm 34"
That is so funny to me. I've heard it said that when we are little we are so excited to be older that we talk in fractions (I'm 5 and three quarters)
Then we lie a little to be older(I'm 21, really I am)
then we lie to be younger (I've been 29 for the last decade or so)
THen we forget (I'm...uh... let's see, when was I born again? and what year is it? gotta do the math)
Then we talk in fractions again (I'm 96 and a half years old!)

So what is this group Paul and when does it start?

Anyway, you're only as old as you feel... and today that's about 105...
I've got about 65k words to do by years end for the book project and a major revamp on the screenplay and another project that's in-work, but I don't think I'm going to use either of those for the July comp.
Hmmm... Well, I'll think of something.


For the Mock's we've been doing here on GoodReads, you can use whatever you like; be it something new, a work in progress, or several different works.
You don't have to publish the work on site... just keep track of and report the daily word count.


So Paul, what are the age restrictions? And what can I do to lie, cheat, finagle to get in?



I hated it when I was a kid and I vomit at the thought of it now.
And while i'm on the subject, blue cheese? We're eating mold people, and liking it. I confess, I loved it until I worked at a cheese factory. Now there are several cheeses of which I will not partake. Old cheese and shredded just to name a couple. I will shred my own, thanks. you don't want to know why.
The worst thing I've ever eaten? Cow's tongue. Apparently it's a delicacy to some cultures. Probably due to the fact that they only have one tongue, so its a limited quantity kind of thing. It was terrible, awful and traumatic. My dad made us try eveything once. We couldn't refuse to eat something unless it literally made us throw up. I only had to eat that once. The joys of living in a farming community. I handled other digusting things, but the tongue was nasty. It felt like a tongue, tasted like a tongue and gagged me like some tongues are wont to do from time to time. Cool it you Romeo's, it's a kiss not a darn meal. (you know who you are too so don't deny it.)
I think i'm done my rant for the afternoon. Just a little baggage I had to unload. Did Toby just move? I swear he just squeezed my ass. I think I'll stand.

I probably won't write too much more so I'll post my count now. 4470 words today and some editing. Yay me for the editing. I did 3 chapters. I think I should go over them one more time just to put myself over the border to crazy town.
Total words so far=153,642
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