Word count: 47,775 at 3pm. I have family obligations that will take me offline for 3+ hours, but after that, I shall be back at it, trying for that brass ring. I have a fun story to tell and I think that will carry me through. Another update later tonight...
Family is chatting. Kittenz that need to go to bed with Miss E. People who say I should have done this in the morning when I had a client meeting and couldn't. People who ask how it's going when my head is with some pirates on some uncharted island. I stop to talk about my pet hobbyhorses. Lose time. I stop to recharge a bit. I'm told that if I'd just copied and pasted those IM conversations into my drafts from two weeks ago, I'd be done by now. I give The Dude "The Look" as in, that's so not funny. Now the background is of dishwashing and more chatter about cat toys from Miss E, who has said five minutes ago that I'm doing a good job. She also checked my NaNo buddies list and was impressed that almost all have already crossed the finish line. Serious sneezing accompanies my attempt to figure out what the next scene looks like. Not my sneezing. Not cat sneezes. And The Dude has begun doing yoga about five feet away from me. At least that's a quiet activity. Except for the heavy breathing part.
Oops. This is taking too long. And I'm getting tired. I normally go to bed about 9pm. Not tonight, I guess.
48,572 and typing...
49,050. Cooking with gas.
And to all those people whose word counts I never understood, tonight I understand why you might post them. I'm in a race against myself now. Myself and the validation clock.
49,898...about 150 words to go for cushioning.
Actually, I've reached a logical stopping point, but as I never had a discussion that needed to be had, when I go back and find a way for the characters to discuss it, I should cross the magic number of words.
:::drum roll::: (Scrivener and Word have differences of opinion. Quick insert another 15 words.)
We are finished. We are done. My cheering section was simply amazing, in and out of livejournal.
I officially finished. I have story drafts to edit, from this year and from last year. I discovered things about myself and about process. I learned that I could generate one heck of a lot of words when I had this strong image of where I was going and what I was doing and wasn't paying any attention to an editor. I could not have done this last year, when, in fact, I generated 25k and 3 story drafts.
1. Cumin's story is in full rough draft at 11k. His fans will heave a sigh of relief. (Now it would help if I edited the Mouse King into its final version first, since that story predates Cumin's.)
2. I finished a fairy tale that was based on some feelings I had about 4 years ago. I finally settled on an arc for it.
3. I drafted a goofy middle grade piece about our cats. I have no idea where I'm going with that. Richard III meets Walkabout Farm.
4. I drafted a romance that I suspect could be ebook length, something I've never done before. It feels very unfleshed out and unfinished at 12k, unlike most of my stories. It was fun writing without worldbuilding for a change.
5. I drafted a longer fantasy piece that may also be appropriate for an ebook market. At 13k, it feels as if I could do a lot more with it.
6. Miscellaneous dribs and drabs that never amounted to something from my notes. False starts.
What really boggles the Oz mind is the idea that I might be able to generate content at ebook length, sustain an idea and work it through to its conclusion.
Frog Out...Stone Cold