Uncanny
Today's Word Count: 880 words, 31.9k total
Excerpt:
The hallway was a marked departure from the cramped familiarity of the storage room. Cold metal walls stretched off to either side of him; there were no markings, no decorations. His breathing echoed hollowly down the faceless corridors. Alien as it seemed, it was also familiar—he knew where he had seen this before.
She was here. Her voice stalked through his mind, and he shivered, caught with a sudden chill.
Help me.
Things are progressing quite smoothly indeed. I'm sure my next roadblock is just around the corner. Until then, however...
Onward!
Wednesday, February 7, 2007
Tuesday, February 6, 2007
Novel Stats
Uncanny
Today's Word Count: 870 words, 31k total
Excerpt:
Jason saw the carnage behind them, the bodies strewn about, the injured cries, and the stirring began within him. He cried out and shoved his fist into his stomach. Not now, not now! he thought desperately. But he was overtaken—wounds spread suddenly on his face and arms like an allergic reaction. The man in front of him stopped and stared with his mouth open. Jason tried to speak but fell to the floor. The man moved to step over him but Jason was able to reach out a weak arm and grab the man by the leg. He looked up, opening and closing his mouth, trying to speak through the roaring pain inside him.
So how was it that I only wrote 870 words, but managed to gain 2,000 words in my total word count? Well, I'll tell you. I had already sketched out a few scenes, and now I'm finally catching up to those scenes. So my writing today butted up to the scenes I'd already written. I love huge jumps in word count without breaking a sweat!
Onward!
Today's Word Count: 870 words, 31k total
Excerpt:
Jason saw the carnage behind them, the bodies strewn about, the injured cries, and the stirring began within him. He cried out and shoved his fist into his stomach. Not now, not now! he thought desperately. But he was overtaken—wounds spread suddenly on his face and arms like an allergic reaction. The man in front of him stopped and stared with his mouth open. Jason tried to speak but fell to the floor. The man moved to step over him but Jason was able to reach out a weak arm and grab the man by the leg. He looked up, opening and closing his mouth, trying to speak through the roaring pain inside him.
So how was it that I only wrote 870 words, but managed to gain 2,000 words in my total word count? Well, I'll tell you. I had already sketched out a few scenes, and now I'm finally catching up to those scenes. So my writing today butted up to the scenes I'd already written. I love huge jumps in word count without breaking a sweat!
Onward!
Monday, February 5, 2007
Novel Stats
Uncanny
Today's Word Count: 932 words, 29k total
Excerpt:
Starla collapsed into sobs. She had been chosen for this task, chosen for a reason. But she had never expected feeling so alone, so cut off. Then she remembered the man in the woods, his outstretched hand—seeming like miles away—his cautious yet hopeful smile. For the first time throughout her long journey she had felt hope. But now he too had abandoned her.
Finally got back on the ol' writing horse today. It seems like once I make myself concentrate and write I actually enjoy it. It's the anticipation that kills you.
My favorite Super Bowl Ad:
The one where the GPS man goes head to head with the Map Monster. That was classic. I think each one of us can appreciate an ad like that--if only because we know how much we'd like to stomp around on a miniaturized city.
Onward!
Today's Word Count: 932 words, 29k total
Excerpt:
Starla collapsed into sobs. She had been chosen for this task, chosen for a reason. But she had never expected feeling so alone, so cut off. Then she remembered the man in the woods, his outstretched hand—seeming like miles away—his cautious yet hopeful smile. For the first time throughout her long journey she had felt hope. But now he too had abandoned her.
Finally got back on the ol' writing horse today. It seems like once I make myself concentrate and write I actually enjoy it. It's the anticipation that kills you.
My favorite Super Bowl Ad:
The one where the GPS man goes head to head with the Map Monster. That was classic. I think each one of us can appreciate an ad like that--if only because we know how much we'd like to stomp around on a miniaturized city.
Onward!
Tuesday, January 30, 2007
Novel Stats
Uncanny
Today's Word Count: 440 words, 28.1k total
Excerpt:
A two-way mirror covered the wall to her left—probably a requisite for rooms such as these. That thought brought a smile to her lips; though, when she had first been escorted in, the mirror, and the reflection she had seen within, had frightened her. Some time had passed since she had last seen herself. Her hair had grown long, down to her waist, and she had lost an alarming amount of weight. Dirt and sweat had completely overwhelmed her clothing—their original color had long been lost.
Boy, I was just reading over that again. Isn't there an unusual amount of "had's" in that paragraph? And this what I choose to post as an excerpt? Gah!
Ah well. Onward!
Today's Word Count: 440 words, 28.1k total
Excerpt:
A two-way mirror covered the wall to her left—probably a requisite for rooms such as these. That thought brought a smile to her lips; though, when she had first been escorted in, the mirror, and the reflection she had seen within, had frightened her. Some time had passed since she had last seen herself. Her hair had grown long, down to her waist, and she had lost an alarming amount of weight. Dirt and sweat had completely overwhelmed her clothing—their original color had long been lost.
Boy, I was just reading over that again. Isn't there an unusual amount of "had's" in that paragraph? And this what I choose to post as an excerpt? Gah!
Ah well. Onward!
Thursday, January 25, 2007
Novel Stats
Uncanny
Today's Word Count: 1,000 words, 27.6k total
Excerpt:
Though, if the preliminary reports were correct, they had sent him for nothing. If Nicolas were dead (and looking at the charred remains of the forest, Dr. Weiss knew that he most certainly was), he was no longer a threat. And that was a huge relief, for them and for Dr. Weiss. Now, finally, Nicolas would submit to his tests, his true work. Dr. Weiss had always been skeptical of psychoanalysis—talking would never tell you how this man could do what he could do. Now the real science, the real learning, could begin.
He was giddy just thinking about it.
Any Other Thoughts, Simon?
Moving right along. I created a new scene today, completely arbitrarily, simply because I need to revisit certain characters to ensure that nobody forgets them. But that introduces another dilemma: by the time one of my characters completes a five hour trip, a whole lot has to happen. It's all about timing.
Today's Word Count: 1,000 words, 27.6k total
Excerpt:
Though, if the preliminary reports were correct, they had sent him for nothing. If Nicolas were dead (and looking at the charred remains of the forest, Dr. Weiss knew that he most certainly was), he was no longer a threat. And that was a huge relief, for them and for Dr. Weiss. Now, finally, Nicolas would submit to his tests, his true work. Dr. Weiss had always been skeptical of psychoanalysis—talking would never tell you how this man could do what he could do. Now the real science, the real learning, could begin.
He was giddy just thinking about it.
Any Other Thoughts, Simon?
Moving right along. I created a new scene today, completely arbitrarily, simply because I need to revisit certain characters to ensure that nobody forgets them. But that introduces another dilemma: by the time one of my characters completes a five hour trip, a whole lot has to happen. It's all about timing.
Tuesday, January 23, 2007
Novel Stats
Uncanny
Today's Word Count: 674 words, 26.5k total
Excerpt:
Nothing but breathing on the line. Then, “Your daughter is turning 14. And I can count on one hand the number of times you’ve been there on her birthday.”
His heart began to speed within him. “Now that’s not fair, it’s not as simple as that…”
“Just come home soon.” Her voice was tired, as if this conversation had gone exactly as she thought it would. That thought saddened him, and his voice softened.
“I’ll be home soon.”
“Promise.”
“I’ll be home soon,” he repeated.
She sighed. “Goodbye, Jonas.”
It's me again!
Well, among other things, I've been writing this past week. I'm trying to sort out the mess that is my plot. What a tangled web we weave.
Onward!
Today's Word Count: 674 words, 26.5k total
Excerpt:
Nothing but breathing on the line. Then, “Your daughter is turning 14. And I can count on one hand the number of times you’ve been there on her birthday.”
His heart began to speed within him. “Now that’s not fair, it’s not as simple as that…”
“Just come home soon.” Her voice was tired, as if this conversation had gone exactly as she thought it would. That thought saddened him, and his voice softened.
“I’ll be home soon.”
“Promise.”
“I’ll be home soon,” he repeated.
She sighed. “Goodbye, Jonas.”
It's me again!
Well, among other things, I've been writing this past week. I'm trying to sort out the mess that is my plot. What a tangled web we weave.
Onward!
Tuesday, January 16, 2007
Novel Stats
Uncanny
Today's Word Count: 340 Words, 25.9k total
Excerpt:
Nicolas put his hands on the glass and leaned in. “It was a mistake bringing me back here.”
“Well, we’ve been working on some…improvements…since you left. We’re hoping that this time you stay put, Nicolas.”
Nicolas nodded. The cold, the glass—they were meant to subdue him, render him feeble and powerless. But he was beyond that now. Nothing could hold him; not even death itself.
“You’ve made a huge mistake,” Nicolas said.
Well, since Levi harassed me in my previous post, I've gone ahead and posted something today. Getting off vacation mode and into work mode has been very difficult for me. Hopefully this week I can get more in the groove. I was able to edit a bit yesterday, and write a bit today, so things are looking up.
Onward!
Today's Word Count: 340 Words, 25.9k total
Excerpt:
Nicolas put his hands on the glass and leaned in. “It was a mistake bringing me back here.”
“Well, we’ve been working on some…improvements…since you left. We’re hoping that this time you stay put, Nicolas.”
Nicolas nodded. The cold, the glass—they were meant to subdue him, render him feeble and powerless. But he was beyond that now. Nothing could hold him; not even death itself.
“You’ve made a huge mistake,” Nicolas said.
Well, since Levi harassed me in my previous post, I've gone ahead and posted something today. Getting off vacation mode and into work mode has been very difficult for me. Hopefully this week I can get more in the groove. I was able to edit a bit yesterday, and write a bit today, so things are looking up.
Onward!
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