!!!

i did it!

i did it!!

i did it!!!

if you could see me now. i’m shaking. i’m dancing around like a madwoman. i wrote a novel that is 50075 words long (actually, it’s either 50075 or 52754 words long, but to be on the save side i’ve never believed to more optimistic count and have settled for the lesser one).

i joined three weeks ago. i did it in three weeks. i don’t believe any of this yet.

:)

stuck at around 40k

buggerbuggerbugger. why does it have to be 50k words? i’m somewhere around 40k, and i have run out of ideas. i have the feeling that everything i add makes the thing worse. not, that it is a masterpiece anyway.

since i feel i’m writing crap, my brain seems to have decided that it won’t produce anything at all anymore for the novel.

can you sue your body parts for desertion?

come on, it’s only ten thousand words more…

keep your fingers crossed for me.

31435

it’s great. of course i hoped it would be 30k plus, but i didn’t expect it. cool, better get to 35k tonite.

i’m still alive

back among the living. yes, i survived ebola, or whatever it was.

i haven’t updated in a while because i’m not allowed on the internet, i have to write write write.

i am also not allowed to do obsessive word counting, so next time i’ll count them is on sunday evening. then i’ll probably start panicking big time, or, if i’m lucky, i can relax a bit. remains to be seen.

gotta go back to writing.

a rollercoaster named influenza

this must be the worst flu I’ve had in years. can’t remember ever feeling so bad. my whole body is sore. my bones feel like they’re going to melt, my inner organs are definitely dissolving. i very likely caught a new variety of the ebola virus.

at least i managed to get out of bed today. i was to weak even for that yesterday.

oh man. one minute i’m so hot i want to tear my clothes off, the next i’ll be freezing cold. it’s fantastic. the wild rollercoaster-ride of random body temperatur change.

guess how much i’ve written this weekend? yep, zero much. plan was to be at least at 25.000 by the end of sunday. this is really bad. i’m so way behind on the word count.

fighting the flu

fantastic. i’ve got a flu. i feel really ill, my body hurts all over the place. my head and my throat are actually killing me. i wrote hardly 500 words yesterday, and i don’t know if i manage as many today at all.

and today is november 15th, that means half-time, but i’m nowhere near 25.000 words! i fell like crying, i hate being sick. being sick this month has to be the worst timing ever.

…

hmpf… that wasn’t a successful day in terms of writing. sure, i did about 2500 words, but i wanted to do twice as many. and i think the quality is going down the drain.

oh, just remembered, it’s not about the quality. the only thing that matters is reaching 50.000 words by the end of november 30th.

charmed and buffy are on tonight. in german, but i don’t care. if i stare at my novel-to-be for any longer, i’ll go crazy.

on turkey

can’t find the latest buffy. that sucks.

i need my new buffy episode by wednesday afternoon, otherwise i’ll get nervous. i know, once the sun sets, i get itchy, and the only thing calming me down will be fresh buffy stuff.

have mercy with me. i need my dope!

and i’m afraid the stuff i wrote last night is complete and utter crap. seriously. i just read a bit, and it gave me the creeps. for the wrong reasons, though.

roadworks

there is some road maintenance work going on in front of my window. in november, how inconsiderate is that? hey, some people are trying to write a novel this month!

well, just got back from work, made a giant pot of tea, put some gingerbread on a plate and an ice pack on my foot. you wouldn’t believe the funny colours it has. it still hurts a lot, and the past one day and a half at the office didn’t really help it getting any better.

so, better get writing, need to do at least 2333.33 words today. if i manage to write 0.33 words, i’ll let you know!

wham!!!

oh wow.

it just hit home. i am writing a novel. that is so amazing.

of course i have thought about doing it for a long time, and i even mentioned it to a few carefully selected friends. i’ve written short stories and stuff, but nothing as novel-like as my nanowrimo draft.

i keep sending myself emails from work which will all be copied & pasted into the manuscript tonight.

i’m addicted.