NaNoWriMo is going well. *rubs hands together and cackles* As you can see from the chart above, I am a little ahead of schedule…which is a very good thing, because of week two doldrums. It seems to happen every year: I get ahead, and then by day seven, the words just aren’t coming. I am not planning on letting that happen this year. I am going to try to keep at least one day ahead (preferably two) this week, and on Saturday, I plan to aim for 10,000 words.
In other news: I have some publishing news to share soon! I’ve told my Facebook friends the gist of the news, but you won’t hear it until December-ish. Sorry!
Other than writing, I am trying to learn patience. I don’t want to have to learn patience. I wish it came naturally. Actually, I wish there was no need for patience in the first place (which just goes to show you how impatient I am.)
That’s it for now.
Keep your pen on the page,
^Behold the playlist.
I started! I started! I started writing The S.A.P.I.E.N. Complex! Eh, it’s a working title…maybe. Could go by another title, but it would be somewhat of a spoiler, and you know how I hate spoilers. ANYWAY…
Sometimes, you’ve just gotta be happy about the small things. Hey, I can’t finish the novel if I don’t start it. And it is a rough start. But it is also a rough draft. And, as Hemingway said, “The first draft of anything is…the s-word” …only, Hemingway didn’t have kids reading his blog. Hemingway didn’t have a blog, even, but I digress.
I am 3,000+ words into NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month, for those who don’t know.) I am so hoping I don’t have to brush up my Russian accent!
I tra’el the weerld an’za se’wen seas….
The list of things to be written is growing. Oi vey. Do you want to see the list of titles? OF COURSE YOU DO!
Projects in no particular order (all are in various stages of development)
- Excalibur Lucan and the Medieval Murders
- Doggone It!: An Arthur Slow Mystery
- They Were Heroes: Jane Austen
- Willoughby’s Regrets
- Racing Through Time
- London Towne
- They Were Heroes: Emily Dickinson
- They Were Heroes: Charlotte Bronte
- They Were Heroes: Louisa May Alcott
- They Were Heroes: Gaston Leroux
- Villains: Mrs. Elton
- Villains: Fanny Dashwood
- Villains: Lady Catherine de Bourgh
- Villains: Mrs. Clay
- The Latter Years: Pride and Prune Juice
- The Latter Years: Sense and Senility
- Pride and Prejudice – retelling
- Sense and Sensibility – retelling
- Jane Eyre – retelling
- Persuasion – Retelling
- The Phantom of the Opera – retelling
- The Scarlet Pimpernel – retelling
- Emma – retelling
- Salem Revisited
- Survival Boy
- The Jane Austen Experiment
- A Comedy of Eyres
- The Woman in White – Screen adaptation
- The Footless Giant
- Written in Blood Orange
- Lady Catherine Tweets
- Wooing Miss Austen
- The Reign of Terror
- All-girl gangs (no title, atm)
- Hear Me Out
- Pride and Prejudice SECRET PROJECT
- Sense and Sensibility SECRET PROJECT
- Stage adaptation of The Moonstone
- Screen adaptation of The Moonstone
- Girl, Boy, Girl
- The Method (novel adaptation of my screenplay)
- Blink in, Blink out
- Time and Time Again
- The Disorderlies (book 2): Major Panic Time
- The Disorderlies (book 3): Bacterial Warfare
- Lady Knight
- Just Super
- Real Dreams
- The Ham
- Jesse James
- “Face Time Impressions”
- Road Rage
- A Brush of Death’s Lips
- When You Die
- How NOT to Survive the Zombie Apocalypse: Book 1
- HNTSTZA book 2
- The Ripper Diaries
- The Voice Keeper
- The John Watson Diaries: Book
- The Anti-Villain
- DED: God Machine
- The Goblet Immortal
- The Shoe Fiit
- Child of the Past
- A Writer’s Guide to the Public Library
- Tender Moments series
- Austenites Anonymous
- Murder in the Afternoon: A Sweets and Sours Mystery
- In Defiance of Gravity
- Alien Invasion Novel
- Alien Invasion Novel Sequel
- The Highwayman
- Pirates for Hire
Oh, I left out some that are currently sans title. What am I doing fooling around on WP for? I’d better go write something!
I just remembered that I have an unfinished fantasy novel sitting in my virtual sock drawer. I pulled it up, and behold!: the word count was over 104,000 (remember: unfinished.) I used to be a lot wordier with my projects when I was in my teens.
I wrote a big hunk of One Was Let to Slip Away in my mid-teens. Man, has my style changed since then.
If you would be so kind, read the following paragraph and tell me what author you think I was reading at the time of writing this:
“And if I made claim to boy on yonder bed, and spoke truth of him and yet his might, what would you do unto me? Had I stored myself away in a rabbit’s hole and covered myself with the cloaks of the ancient earth, as you have, would I then be called wise? You look upon me and see Iswei, the Wanderer, the Young-Hearted, the Wood King, the Last Fair of Men; yet I am a trinket to you—a mere mirror of the world’s youth. And indeed, mine days do not surpass yours, and the light in my eyes is yet waxing; but not even an elf can know in full certainty if the stream he is about to partake of is pure or poisoned. In likeness, you know not my thoughts and my dealings with the half-creature; so I beg fervently: do not hinder me and do not interrupt my grieving.”