Some of you might be wondering why The Lady Of The Blog™ hasn’t been posting on a terribly regular basis since the end of the year. You might think that her hands have shattered under the sheer volume of words typed; and you’d be forgiven for being wrong. After all, 650,000 words is a lot of … More Achilles’ Heels
Note: I want to apologize in advance for the anemia of this entry, I have had a very long and exciting day. Make sure to go get a full meal from yesterday's post written by my lovely irowboat about discovering characters. His perspective is unique and astute. NaNoWriMo is a marathon, and no one goes … More NaNoWriMo Prep: Establish a Writing Practice
Like last month, I finished on time, but found that I needed a few days to recover. To be honest, I finished at four in the morning of the first after a long day of marathon writing, curled up on irowboat's sofa with a glass of bourbon and the UK version of Being Human playing … More Eight Down, Four (Five) to Go!
Day Twenty Six: 37,202 of 50,000 words Yes, this is a zombie post. I’m finally catching up on writing this month, and it’s taking just about everything I’ve got left after even my relatively easy job. The need to keep putting words down is making me rather crazy. Well, crazier. But, I’ve realized that I’ve … More Writing Induced Insanity with Cat
I just really needed to share this with someone. Because I may be a bit mad. It is 2:30 am. I had four hours of sleep last night. I’ve written two novels so far this year, and have only two very short days until I must begin the next one. So, what am I doing? … More Good Habits are Hard to Break?
Day Twenty-Seven: 50,685 of 50,000 words Despite getting this month off to a rocky start, and thanks to a mild stomach flu that kept me relatively downed this weekend, I’m done. Done I tell you! Well, you know, until next month. In three days. The disturbing bit is that despite the setbacks this month, I’m … More Two Down, Ten To Go!
Day Eighteen: 33,024 of 50,000 I’ve fallen behind on my word count; I would prefer at least a solid 36,0o0, but life is life and it gets underfoot like a hungry cat. Sometimes, a girl just needs her space. From the people who live in her head. I needed to get away from the words … More In Which the Writer is Too Tired to Make Sense