Ain't gonna happen.
The novel? It's gonna fall short, if even close...it ain't gonna happen. Why? Because I did not finish the commit. What did I do instead? Move a roommate in. Make sure Thanksgiving was good. Play too much World of Warcraft (thanks, Hamish!) (blah blah blah) (like I"m not aware I'm addicted to leveling...)
But it's been a very good learning experience. I set out to write 50K words of crap, and it was freeing. I wrote 22K (so far, say, can I write I write I write 14K a day? Nope. I'll go slam some out. But I doubt I can do that, when my best rate so far is 800wph.) The novel itself is better than I expected, the ideas fun to play with, even an opening for learning (which I will write down.) Can you read my novel? No, it's not done.
And why didn't I do it? I knew how many words I had to write a day to stay ahead of the novel, but I let the moment overwhelm me. WoW is incredibly addictive to me. Incredibly.
BUT I'd rather have a life.
I've also developed an interesting (read: old and trite) observation. Bunches of people gave me ideas, advice, comments; a few even gave critiques. People who had done this before or attempted it were great. Some comments, however, just didn't work.
The old and trite observation? I put more stock in action than ideas. Ideas are important; action, moreso. Put me in Griffindor, I suppose; I'll break the rules to wander the halls.
More later.
But it's been a very good learning experience. I set out to write 50K words of crap, and it was freeing. I wrote 22K (so far, say, can I write I write I write 14K a day? Nope. I'll go slam some out. But I doubt I can do that, when my best rate so far is 800wph.) The novel itself is better than I expected, the ideas fun to play with, even an opening for learning (which I will write down.) Can you read my novel? No, it's not done.
And why didn't I do it? I knew how many words I had to write a day to stay ahead of the novel, but I let the moment overwhelm me. WoW is incredibly addictive to me. Incredibly.
BUT I'd rather have a life.
I've also developed an interesting (read: old and trite) observation. Bunches of people gave me ideas, advice, comments; a few even gave critiques. People who had done this before or attempted it were great. Some comments, however, just didn't work.
The old and trite observation? I put more stock in action than ideas. Ideas are important; action, moreso. Put me in Griffindor, I suppose; I'll break the rules to wander the halls.
More later.