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This is my NaNoWriMo project, at the moment planned to be a humorous and childish fantasy novel. All actual parts of the novel will be friends-locked, because of the insane hope that I'll actually write something good that could possibly be edited and published.
I will also make public posts from time to time, summarizing briefly what I'll have written so far and boasting - or panicking - about my word count.
I'll gladly friend back everyone who friends this journal. If you want to read or just peek in from time to time, that's wonderful - I know I'll never be able to write 50 000 words if I don't know that someone is watching me.
Any comments about what I write are welcome. If you don't feel like commenting, that's fine too.
Good luck to everyone who has signed up for NaNoWriMo!
ETA: The post above was written in 2004. Now it's 2005, but everything else is the same: the novel I'll be writing is going to be fantasy/humour again, and I'll gladly friend all other NaNoWriMo journals.
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| I won! |
[29 Nov 2004|06:34pm] |
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I won!
When I wrote the words "The End" I was still 805 words short, so I returned to the first part of the novel and added sentences here and there, until I was just a bit over 50 000.
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| Progress report: almost there! |
[27 Nov 2004|05:17pm] |
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Word count at the moment: 45 572
Words left to write: 4428
Things I'm satisfied with: The fantasy world I've created and the characters. The fact I've written that amount of words for the first time, and in a foreign language too.
I'm not satisfied with: The plot, which is really one giant plothole. (Why in the world would the best way to send a message to a co-conspirator in another country be to use the shape of a fake diamond around the neck of an unsuspecting person as a code?)
Worst sentence:
Mrs Ashtan closed her eyes before Eruffe could continue and looked around coldly
Looked around with her eyes closed. Interesting.
Random quote:
As Imalia and Kinera were leaving the lift, a proud-looking elderly couple who had been waiting on the ground floor was about to come in; they stepped inside, saw Mr Goodumble and suddenly seemed to remember some urgent business to which they had to attend, because they hastily stepped back. They whispered something to each other in hushed voices, but Kinera could distinctly hear the words:
"This hotel is very nice, but their clientele…"
"Yes, they do admit all sorts of folk, don't they?"
Kinera felt her face flushing with anger. Mr Goodumble was a very nice person… well, a very nice gnome, and she would choose his company over that of those two any time. She looked at him apologetically, and realised from the expression on his face that he had heard their words too.
"I'm sorry," she said, feeling guilty although she had done nothing wrong.
"Don't be," the gnome said with some bitterness in his voice. "You have no idea what expressions we use when we talk about humans."
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[23 Nov 2004|01:53pm] |
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Words in this post: 652
Words total: 37 664
Words left to write: 12 336
"Yes, I think we should," Kinera said. "That way we'll be less likely to get lost." As soon as she said those words she realised they made no sense at all. The likelihood of getting lost had nothing to do with the number of people one was with; being with other people would only probably prevent one from feeling lonely when realising one was lost.
She corrected herself. "No, what I really meant was…"
"I know, I understood you perfectly," Imalia said and the two of them followed the three Cerunians up one of the stairways. It was as curved as the first one, and when they looked upwards they could see tiny specks of light from the many small windows and enchanted gems. It looked like the night sky full of stars.
The two people who had arrived on the landing after Kinera and Imalia followed all the others up the same stairway, so now they were a company of seven. It gave Kinera some sense of security, and she felt that the experience of trying to find one's way to the ear of the Gigantic God of Tanulia wouldn't be complete if it wasn't just a little bit scary.
They walked upwards in almost complete silence, until they got to another landing.
"There's only one way upward from here," said one of the Cerunian gentlemen, "but there's another way downward besides the one we came by. I guess it serves to confuse those who are coming down."
"We haven't met any people on the way down," the Cerunian lady said. "Have you noticed that?"
There were a few moments of silence, and then the other Cerunian gentleman said:
"Surely you're not suggesting that no one ever comes down, dear Elsa? We saw people coming out of the exit on the Gigantic God's left heel, for Urothu's sake!"
"I'm not suggesting anything," the lady said. "I'm just saying we haven't met anyone on their way down yet, and that's a fact you can't deny."
They went on up the next stairway; the two gentlemen walking behind Kinera and Imalia would occasionally whisper something in a language that sounded like Samesian.
They climbed and climbed through the stairway that was always lit by the same dim light. Suddenly a gasp was heard from the Cerunians at the head of the group, followed by excited whispering. Then one of the Cerunian gentlemen turned around and said:
"Ladies, I would suggest that you don't look into this niche on our left."
They went on; Kinera and Imalia climbed upwards and, as could be expected, looked into the niche. Imalia cried out, "Oh Athalia!" and Kinera took a step backwards.
There was a skeleton in the niche, glistening white in the faint light; one of the bony hands was raised up over the morbidly grinning skull.
"Are you in trouble, ladies?" one of the Samesian gentlemen asked in rather good Hatonian.
"Yes. No. We are not in trouble," Kinera said, "But there's a skeleton in here."
The girls went on up the stairs; the Samesians stopped to see the skeleton and whispered something to each other in their language.
After a while the sound of descending footsteps was heard from above them, and soon two people on their way down met the three Cerunians at the head of the group.
"You'll find two stairways leading down when you come to the next landing," one of the Cerunian gentlemen told them. "Take the left one; that's the one we used on our way up. It will lead you to where the entrance and exit doors are."
"Thank you, but don't worry about us. We'll find our way," a man's voice said lightly, and a woman's voice added: "And don't worry about yourselves getting lost, either."
The two went down the stairs past Imalia and Kinera; they could just make out their faces in the darkness.
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| Day 14. |
[14 Nov 2004|07:56pm] |
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I'm writing in a very average tempo - tommorow is the fifteenth of November, and I'm going to hit 50%.
A silly mistake I've made:
A character introduced himself like this:
"Sir Hewar Tinrang. Order of the "
Order of the what? I left finishing that sentence for later, and never got round to finishing it.
A quote I like:
Rimov looked somewhat embarrassed, but he handed her his piece of paper. Kinera and Imalia looked at it with interest.
Written on the piece of paper were the words:
Watching the Lyem Lake, by Nanius Rimov
Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!
Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!
Oh green Lake of Lyem, where the halls of the Goddess lie!
"So what do you think?" Rimov asked, looking at the lake to avoid their eyes.
The two girls were silent for a few moments, and then they hastily spoke almost at once.
"I like the third verse," Imalia said.
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| Day seven: progress so far |
[07 Nov 2004|06:06pm] |
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Words written so far: 11 713
Words left to write: 38287
Silliest typo so far: EMBROIREDERED instead of embroidered
Albums listened to while writing:
"Am I not Your Girl", Sinead O'Connor
The Golden Greats - Andrews Sisters
"Life For Rent", Dido
... and various songs by Madonna, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Anastacia, The Velvet Underground, Nightwish, etc.
Cups of coffee: three or four a day.
Most boring part of the story so far:
A passage which is, basically, little more than a list of the characters' names and the food they ate for lunch. This definitely has to be rewritten or cut out.
Random quote:
Judging by what she could see at the moment, Loich was a strange combination of buildings of all sizes. She could see a large avenue far to her right, with enormous buildings that had to be built for giants, because their doors and windows were of an abnormally large size too. In between the buildings she could occasionally catch a glimpse of a large silhouette passing by; she knew these were the giants. So this avenue was the extension of the Giants' Footpath inside the town of Loich.
Portrait of my main character made using The Underground Dollmaker:
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| Day three. Progress so far: |
[03 Nov 2004|07:54am] |
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Title of the novel: A REMARKABLE VOYAGE
Words written so far: 4347
Words left to write: 45653
Brief summary: A young girl who had always wanted to travel to exotic countries gets the means to do it as a gift from her rich uncle, but he makes a strange request in return.
Quote:
"Pay a visit to the Grand Vizier!" Kinera repeated incredulously. "But… but one can't just drop by at his palace, or wherever it is that he lives!"
Uncle Kleold was watching her with a hint of amusement in his expression.
"Yes, he does live in a palace. And yes, most people can't just drop by. But people he's expecting can."
"The Grand Vizier will be expecting me?"
"Yes."
Kinera was silent for a few moments, and then she asked:
"So what do I have to tell him? That's what this is about, isn't it? I have to bring him some kind of message?"
"Oh, there's nothing special you need to tell him. You can talk to him about how the weather in Samesia suits you or how your journey was."
"You are sending me all the way to Samesia to talk about the weather with the Grand Vizier?"
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