And I return just over a third of the way through NaNo with the second part of Christine’s writer linkup/tag thingamajigger. (I’m using up all my good words in my novel. There are none left for blog posts. Or speaking. Or, honestly, thinking.)
1. How’s the writing going overall?
It’s not horrible, which is actually about as positive as I would have imagined it could be. Basically, I’m just not cut out to write 1,667 words a day and every fiber of my wee brain protests at the injustice of it all. Also I have no clue where the story is going between point A and point Q, but that’s a whole other issue. Overall I give it a 6 out of 10.
2. What’s been the most fun aspect about writing this novel so far?
….reaching my word count each day? (: Other than that, I really like my dragon and the way I’ve styled this novel pretty much lets me let my thoughts flow. Usually when I write I have to tweak my descriptions/dialogue to fit the dark/happy/romantic/whatever theme, but for this one, it’s just a vaguely snarky burbling along which is what happens in my head anyway.
3. What do you think of your characters at this point? Who’s your favorite to write about?
*flinches* Rosalind is… I’m wondering if I’m good enough at this to make a convincing redemption arc for her. I believe in her and she’s brilliant in some ways, but she needs a lot of work.
Atlas is a condescending in a way nobody but a nine year old boy can be. He’s cute.
Walter has nice hair and Rosalind is never sure if he’s laughing at her or not.
I have not even yet officially met Cecilia, but I’m going to love her. Everyone with half a brain in their head (not Rosalind) loves Cecilia.
My favorite has to be Rosalind even though she’s such a problem, because I really enjoy writing a deeply flawed character.
4. Has your novel surprised you in any way?
Yeah, so it turns out that all the tiny bit of planning I did beforehand is worth absolutely entirely exactly nothing because I decided to go and do EXACTLY THE OPPOSITE. I’m a genius.
5. Have you come across any problem areas?
Yes. The PLOT is my problem area.
(But also, it’s been a bit irking to have a non-verbal dragon that I adore in the story and have to suffer with the knowledge that other people may not love him as much as me because he doesn’t talk.)
6. What’s been your biggest victory with writing this novel at this point?
Writing it at all. I’ve found that I’m not nearly as emotionally invested in the completion of this novel as I was last year (perhaps that’ll change as we get closer to the end of November, though). So now I’m writing as a choice rather than a desire, which is a success of willpower.
7. If you were transported into your novel and became any one of the characters, which one do you think you’d be? Would you take any different actions than they have?
I’d…I’d be Rosalind. I don’t have all of her flaws, thankfully, but I have heard from a close friend that in some parts I see like Rosalind. And yes, I would do literally every single thing different than she has, except for going after Atlas in the forest. That one was okay.
8. Give us the first sentence or paragraph then 2 (or 3!) more favorite snippets!
Rosalind was a princess. She regretted it, but it’s an occupational hazard when you’re in the business of being painfully beautiful. She wasn’t very good at being a princess, but most people didn’t notice because they were too busy noticing how beautiful she was. In fact, for most people, everything about Rosalind centered around how pretty she looked.
She hated that. To be fair, she hated most things, but that thing in particular made her seethe. It was the leading reason she had learned how to throw knives. It could be argued that she was slightly unstable, given that her best friend was an enormously protective, wickedly smart, fire-breathing dragon. That argument would simply serve to demonstrate the ignorance of the population in general, though, because Pyrtrotys was decidedly the more levelheaded and sane of the two, and Rosalind had many other reasons to be unstable.
Rosalind simply stared after him and sighed. “Idiot,” she murmured.
Honestly, this says a lot about Rosalind.
“You’re…” Rosalind’s voice trailed off. What she had been going to say was “you’re actually not offensive to my eyes”, but there were several different voices in her head screaming at her that she would regret it. The aesthetically inoffensive stranger quirked one eyebrow at her and then continued walking. She caught up her skirt in one hand and ran after him. “What I was going to say is that you’re bothering me. A lot. Please leave me alone.”
“My apologies, my lady. I will do my utmost to respect your wishes.” He continued walking and Rosalind really wished he hadn’t bothered answering her with actual words because his voice sounded exactly how his hair looked and she wasn’t ready to feel so in love.
Having to run to keep up with the object of your most ardent affection (while it certainly doesn’t put a damper on the feelings themselves) most certainly interferes with the eloquence with which one can express said feelings, and that wasn’t something Rosalind needed help with anyway.
“You…you have pretty hair,” Rosalind gasped out. The multitude of voices in her head groaned in stereo. He did have pretty hair, though – not even the most rational, sensible, anti-romantic voices of wisdom could disagree with that.
This is an introduction to Rosalind in three parts.
9. Share an interesting tidbit about the writing process so far! (For example: Have you made any hilarious typos? Derailed from your outline? Killed off a character? Changed projects entirely? Anything you want to share!)
One could certainly say I’ve derailed from my outline. There has not been one day thus far in the month of November the evening of which has not found me groaning about the number of words I have left to write. Even, to expound upon that, there has not been one day so far that I haven’t complained to someone how hard it is to write so many words. Yeah, I’m a procrastinating whiner.
10. Take us on a tour of what a normal writing day for this novel looks like. Where do you write? What time of day? Alone or with others? Is a lot of coffee (or some other drink) consumed? Do you light candles? Play music? Get distracted by social media (*cough, cough*)? Tell all!
I tend to write most between 7:30 and 9:30 at night. I write sitting on the floor, laptop tipped up against my knees, posture atrocious, scowl firmly affixed to my face, music blasting into my ears. An unsuspecting soul who interrupted me did lose fingers. Ironically enough, however, yes, I distract myself in eight million and three ways, mostly complaining to other people about how hard I’m working as I glare at my computer and very emphatically write no productive words.
In spite of all my complaining, NaNo is ridiculously delightful and I love the bonding mass suffering inspires.
Now again I need to go write all of my words since I decided it was a good idea to write none of those words while the sun was gracing the world with its presence.
I’m a mess.