Bannister Proulx has never quite fit in, and it’s led to him being branded anti-social. He’s recently had a very rude awakening, quite literally, and now he finds that no only doesn’t he fit in… he doesn’t exist.
Day Three isn’t quite over yet, but I’m still behind by about 2,200 words. Laura, on the other hand, hit today’s goal (5,001) last night. I’d replace my progress bar with a Word War (displaying both our word counts), but I’m not sure I could deal with the crushing humiliation.
In addition to being National Novel Writing Month, November is also NaBloPoMo: National Blog Posting Month. I’m a little late to be an official participant, but I’m going to give it a shot, anyway. These daily NaNoWriMo updates should make it a breeze.
Due to a time-synch problem with the server this morning, some of the comment timestamps are off by 12 hours.
There were three times as many non-adults than I am used to in my living room when I got home from work this afternoon, and the two that were not Kyle were very noisy, which did not create an environment conducive to writing.
The extraneous children are gone now, and I was able to increase my total word count to 1,674. This puts me almost exactly one day behind. There will be some opportunity to catch up over the weekend, but there will also be a trip to Con on the Cob on Saturday. As Chris Miller and I will both be attending the con, we are providing Team ISBW with a golden opportunity to increase their already-substantial lead in the ISBW/HHM Word War that is now underway at The NanoMonkeys website.
Speaking of NanoMonkeys, our podcast for day three of NaNoWriMo was posted a couple of hours ago. The topic is sprints and — in the spirit of the topic — it is short and quick.
After a long and tiring day at work, I didn’t feel much like writing when I got home. I played with Kyle for a while, talked to my sister, Brenda, on the phone, and wrote a paltry 366 words. Just before I began, I decided to give the first-person perspective a shot, something I haven’t done since my Creative Writing class in college.
My novel has a working title, Yesterday’s Tomorrow, and now my protagonist has a name: Bannister Proulx.
Tomorrow will be better; you’ll see.