NaNoWriMo, Day 6: Playing Catch Up

I’m taking a little break from working on the novel to waste a few words on a progress update. I didn’t write at all yesterday, so I started the afternoon with about 3,400 words to write in order to make today’s goal of 10,002 words. At present, I’ve got a little less than 800 words to go, and I’m feeling pretty confident that I can knock those out in the next hour or so, once I figure out exactly what the next scene should be.

On Friday, I introduced the second female character: Doctor Jennifer Allston. She’s one of eight scientists assisting The Director with his current pet project. Of the remaining seven, only one (Doctor Nhiraj) has been given a name. Doctor Allston suddenly developed an English accent late this afternoon, which led to me going back and adding a couple lines of dialogue in her very first scene, just because I like women with English accents. Doctor Allston appears to have several assistants and one roommate. She also recently dated a computer programmer who was incredibly boring.

The first female character hasn’t actually made an appearance yet, though she’s been mentioned twice. She is Tina Gaunt, my protagonist’s wife. All we know about Tina is that she wears musky perfumes (as opposed to flowery), she’s filed a missing persons report on her husband, and The Director has operatives watching her. She may also, now that I see her name in print, share her name with my first music teacher’s wife. I could be wrong on that.

Late last week, it was established that my protagonist, Ted Gaunt, had been thrown out of a plane at some point in the past. This afternoon I learned that the thrower was one Darius Trask: asshole. The circumstances surrounding the throwing have not been revealed, though the outcome was a shattered patella, which hurt quite a lot.

Speaking of Ted Gaunt, it’s been well established that he has something of a potty mouth. Today, he developed vertigo and an irrational fear of needles. He likes John Coltrane and sausage links, has something of a mischievous personality, isn’t used to having six-pack abs, and can crush your skull with his mind.

And that’s almost four hundred words right there. If those had been novel words I’d be halfway done with what I need to write tonight.

I didn’t write yesterday because of the baby shower. I’ll have more to say on that later, but I will say this right now: Any day I get to eat sloppy joe is a good day.

Listen, you [bleep] [bleep] for [bleep]…

My protagonist is quite the potty-mouth. This novel is definitely rated “R” for coarse language.

Still no title, but I’m not worried about it. Gotta get the story told, that’s the important thing.

Kudos to Bob for his nifty progress meter. I didn’t steal the whole thing, just the bit that automatically generates the word count so I don’t have to keep hacking my WordPress files.

NaNoWriMo, Day 3: Supplemental

The meeting last night was quite productive for me. I walked in needing just over six hundred words to make the daily goal and, in the course of two twenty-minute sprints, banged out just over 1,100 words. I was also right in the middle of a pivotal scene when Panera closed, so I wrapped it up when I got home and found myself about a thousand words ahead of schedule, which puts me in a pretty good place today. It’s going to be tough to find time to write this weekend, what with guests staying at the house and the baby shower on Saturday.

NaNoWriMo 2005, Day 3: Progress

As of right now, I’m about seven hundred words away from today’s goal. I have one potential protagonist, though I suspect that he will ultimately become a secondary protagonist.

The tally so far:

Named characters: 4
(Currently) Nameless characters: approximately 20
Brains removed: 2
Doors smashed: 1
Spirits crushed: 1
Skulls crushed: 0
Escape attempts thwarted: 1.5
Musical numbers: 0
Product placements: 0

Tonight I’ll be heading over to Panera to eat me a sandwich and gather with some other Cleveland-area NaNites. We’ll most likely be discussing our triumphs and struggles so far, and we’ll probably do a few writing sprints, too. Hopefully, that will be enough to put me over the five thousand word mark and give me a little breathing room. The next couple of days are going to be hectic, what with my mother and sisters staying with us over the weekend and the baby shower on Saturday. The more words I can cram into the meeting tonight, the butter.

Oh, and I’ll be conducting some more interviews for Unquiet Desperation, too. Open-ended questions are the key.

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Laura and I attended the first of four (or possibly five) two-hour childbirth classes (“I don’t know nothin’ ’bout birthin’ no babies!”) we’re taking this month. We learned about stations (-4 = “floating”, +4 = “at the perineum”) and TACOS. There were a total of six couples in attendance, including Mike and Tami. Tami is also having a boy and is due the day after Laura; they both have the same doctor of lady parts. Mike and I have worked together for several years, though the coordinatation of pregnancies was entirely accidental.

Despite lacking a coherent plot, I managed to crank out just over 1,900 words today, most of that after the childbirth class. The Director is indeed up to something nefarious, and it involves removing people’s brains.

Oh yeah, I went there.

The Bad Guy

Last year, one of the things that kind of tripped me up in my attempt to write a 50,000 word novel in 30 days was the antagonist. I found that I liked writing his scenes so much that I really never got into my protagonist’s head. He was a cross between Darth Vader and Hans Gruber and, yes, he was definitely a dick.

The whole time I’ve been searching for this year’s NaNoWriMo plot, The Director (as last year’s antagonist was commonly known) has been scratching at the door. He wants out, and I’ve finally decided that I’m going to let him out. I just have to figure out what he’s going to do. If The Director has his way, it’s going to be something nefarious.

Stay tuned.