The Saga Continuums

CWC: **57326** words. It's as if they're breeding.

I keep returning, it's as simple as that. After a near-month of writing this story, prefaced by a couple of months' worth of planning, plot outlining, character constructing et cetera (anything not actually considered writing the story), I can't simply consign it to a shallow grave on the hard drive.
Oops, I think I used that expression before. D*mn. Oh well. Never mind

So the story goes:
LLD has learned of MMC's affair with SMC. I'm not sure what her exact reaction is, so far that remains a plothole. It's certain, however, that she's mad as hell.
As a consequence MMC has more or less broken up with SMC. SMC then decided to get out of his skull in the spirit of the Pan Galactic Gargle Blaster, but is rescued by a True Friend before his brain is turned to mush. TF talks some sense into him, leading him to realise that MMC is the love of his life and he needs to patch things up before it's too late.
This leads to the first face-to-face between SMC and LLD, over the dead body of one of LLD's schoolmates...

Ah, drama.

Coverage

Inspired by one of the more creative procrastination tips to be found on the NaNo forums, I've decided to create the following cover for my future publication:
Cool, huh?
PS: Not my real name, a made up one.
PPS: Still writing, word count now at **52863**

Milestone!

Okay, I've now done it: the Word Count now stands at (drum roll, please):

***50434***

Oh my.

Status Report

CWC: now rocking my personal casbah at **47234**

I'm beginning to write slightly disjointed chapters; will join them up soonest. Or maybe it's just me coming apart at the seams...

Need. Coffee. Now.

Word Count

God I hate those Welsh!
(the ones in my own head, that is - I don't know any real-life Welshpeople, so if any should happen to read this blog please don't take offense - it's only imaginary Welsh I have a down on :-))
I still can't get them integrated into the story. I'm guessing a major reason for this is that at this point I haven't really moved the story to the point where they might be needed. For purely procrastinative purposes I'm still working on the love story aspect though I strongly suspect I shall have to switch focus shortly.

I am actually feeling optimistic enough to think I can reach the 50000 word marker within the next twenty-four hours. Things have been getting more complex than I thought; let's just hope that I'm not taking thirty pages to describe something that could have been done in three paragraphs. Sometimes I think I do; but at the same time I can't seem to see where I might trim the script for a more streamlined story.

I am going to have to keep writing. My word count seems to be skyrocketing, but I'm nowhere near having told the entire story. Once November is over motivation will be hard to come by, I know, but on the other hand I've invested so much effort into this year's novel that I can't just consign it to the shallow grave of my hard drive without at least trying to finish it. Even though the final word count will be a good deal higher than the 50000 that is the goal line of NaNoWriMo.

CWC: **45543**

Wish me luck.

Good Karma, Bad Karma

Current word count: **40230**

Five thousand or so words in twenty-eight hours.
How the h*ll did that happen?

All I can say is that for some reason I've been inspired today. I still haven't got the Welsh separatists going, but I've overcome one obstacle (minor, but isn't that always the way?): I've given them a name. They are now, officially, the Rhyddid Cymraeg, pronounced something like 'Rithid Kimreg' (that's supposed to be Welsh Freedom or Welsh Liberty). No guarantees that it's grammatically correct, but I'm pretty sure it's close, thanks to a couple of other NaNoWriMo'ers.

So, I've been writing like crazy, linking up a few chapters and paragraphs that were dangling, and moving the story forward quite a bit. And feeling immensely proud of myself.

And then - oh horror! oh woe! - my %&/$# office suite decided to crash on me...

I was lucky. I had saved my work very shortly before; all I lost was about fifteen lines of text, and since it was all freshly written I could pretty much recreate it the way it had been. But, let me tell you, I did experience some very nasty moments there...
Lesson: Never underestimate the importance of frequent saves. Or of backup copies (I think I have five or six, all carefully backed up on line just in case my computer decided to take early retirement).

It only goes to show, you can never be too careful.
Oh well.

Advancing the Plot

Right now, those Welsh separatists are giving me grief.

They're supposed to be pursuing a deal with an English right-wing populist party (the Free England Party, or FEP) which is rather in favour of allowing Wales to secede, provided this means all the English immigrants will be run out of their picturesque holiday homes in Wales and forced to repatriate in England, bringing their lovely tax pounds with them. The Welsh, for their part, want that second wave of colonists gone so that they might have a shot at reestablishing their own language and culture.

So far so froody.

Trouble is, I'm having difficulty relating that to the surveillance dystopia I'm trying to create, which is supposed to be a main feature of the GNOOT.

The LLD is also being rather difficult, though this is not an unusual trait in a fifteen-year-old. And she's pivotal to the story so I can't simply ditch her - the plan is that one of her schoolmates is the daughter of a sleazy politician who is a member of the aforementioned FEP, and the schoolmate is to be found dead under mysterious circs in the living room of LLD's house. LLD has an alibi of course, but her father, the MMC, does not. And has seemingly done a runner.

The plot is either thickening or falling apart, I can't quite decide which...

On the plus side: My CWC is at **35032** words now, so still on track :-)