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Oh woe is me for I am undone
Nov. 18th, 2005 11:58 amYesterday it finally happened: I ran out of nanowrimo steam.
I wasn't happy with the way I taught my course yesterday; somehow things turned out a lot less stringent than planned (Actually, I think I overplanned). I had forgotten to take my cough meds and I hadn't slept enough and it was migraine weather. All in all I had a low energy day. After lunch I slept for a few hours which made me feel marginally better, then I tried to write, without success. In the end hubby told me to get out and do something else - so I went boardgaming. I played so-so. At least my temper improved. After midnight I gave writing another try but I couldn't concentrate and ended up rereading and changing things and now it feels like my nanowrimo novel is coming apart. It sucks. The characters are not clearly defined, I take too long to get to the action stuff. I feel I should strew in a few explosions and deaths - not a good feeling if you're writing in a semi-medieval setting. The thing is, I have been way too nice to my characters. They need more obstacles. But I tend to write scenes as connected, so if I go back and make the consequences of one action more dire, everything that comes after collapses and needs rewriting too. Baaah.
In the end I only managed a measly 500 words. I broke my at-least-1000-words-a-day rule. And if I break a rule once things always go downhill. *flails* 18.280 words is not enough. *bangs head on desk.
I wasn't happy with the way I taught my course yesterday; somehow things turned out a lot less stringent than planned (Actually, I think I overplanned). I had forgotten to take my cough meds and I hadn't slept enough and it was migraine weather. All in all I had a low energy day. After lunch I slept for a few hours which made me feel marginally better, then I tried to write, without success. In the end hubby told me to get out and do something else - so I went boardgaming. I played so-so. At least my temper improved. After midnight I gave writing another try but I couldn't concentrate and ended up rereading and changing things and now it feels like my nanowrimo novel is coming apart. It sucks. The characters are not clearly defined, I take too long to get to the action stuff. I feel I should strew in a few explosions and deaths - not a good feeling if you're writing in a semi-medieval setting. The thing is, I have been way too nice to my characters. They need more obstacles. But I tend to write scenes as connected, so if I go back and make the consequences of one action more dire, everything that comes after collapses and needs rewriting too. Baaah.
In the end I only managed a measly 500 words. I broke my at-least-1000-words-a-day rule. And if I break a rule once things always go downhill. *flails* 18.280 words is not enough. *bangs head on desk.
