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Otherwise known as GOAL!!! I was a little worried there. A few days went by when I just stared at the computer and could only get a couple hundred words down. And my laptop went phooy. *sigh* It was a fairly dramatic NaNo.

And I'm not done yet. I still have three scenes I need to write for Sam, all of Mouse's stuff, whatever needs to be written to weave everything together, and the ending. So, next month will be my first MiNoWriMo. Goal is 50k again, so (to make things easy), let's say 101k by New Year's Eve. I can do it. Hoorah!

*cough*

Anywho, I did a midway count over on Facebook, so here's what I've gone through during November while writing Rememberance:

154 pieces of gum
98 cans of Diet Dew
41 pages of notebook paper
$20 to pull my files off my dead laptop
$15 on a mini past life reading
6 24oz bottles of Pepsi Max
1 pen
1 laptop hard drive
And a partridge in a fricking pear tree

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My laptop has died. One day I was at the library, writing away, the next, it refused to start. The hard drive fried. *sniff* Thankfully, everything was able to be saved, and my brother was sweet enough to bring his desktop into my room so I can continue writing. So yay.

Now I have to make a special trip to the library on the 30th so that I can load up all my words for NaNo's counter, though. Oh well. Could be worse.

I have also decided that I'm going to continue doing my own version of NaNo through December and January, aiming for 50k each time. I get that it will put me over 150k by February, but I figure I'll edit at least 30k out, so it'll work. I'll be calling these months MiNoWriMo (Miki Novel Writing Month). I find myself so clever at times. Tee hee.

The story's coming along quite nicely, though. Things have changed, and other's have developed in a way that I never expected. But that always happens. I just hope the creative juices keep flowing straight through to the end, including through the editing process. Here's hoping.

I'd love to be able to close with a clip from the story. It feels wrong not to. And there are so many little bits that would work so well. *sigh* Maybe next time.

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Whoot! Yesterday was the first day I actually not only met my daily word goal, but I surpassed it. I’m hoping I can keep that up. I know that most of what I’m drabbling on about is just crap that’ll end up getting cut, but it’s through the crap that I discover the characters and am able to get to what’s worth keeping.

I’d go on more, as it seems like I’m always so full of ideas of what to write here, even when I’ve no idea what to write for the book, but my brain is dead at the moment. So, I leave you with a tidbit:

I tried not to pout as I cast my mind around for something to shut him up. I crunched on the pretzel as I thought.

“I have a tattoo.”

That did it.

“Seriously?” he asked again, this time intrigued. I nodded. “Can I see it?”

I felt my face go scarlet.

“It’s not exactly placed for public viewing,” I mumbled.

“Now I really want to see it,” he said with a grin that should be illegal.

…

“At least tell me what it is.”

I looked up from my binder. Kyle was scribbling in his notebook, hopefully jotting down notes on what I’d just told him, but most likely trying to figure out where my tattoo might be.

“It’s a shamrock.”

He grinned at me, and I could tell he was trying to picture me with a shamrock somewhere on my body.

“I could make a joke about finding your lucky charms, but I’ll resist.”

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Another year, another NaNo. I’m running behind this year (wasn’t that the same tune I was singing all 2009?). I should be at 6668. So…eek! But, I’m hoping to write more when I get home. Thing is, I don’t have an office this year, somewhere I can go where there’s no TV, nothing to distract me. I need to learn how to focus myself. Or I need to start going somewhere after work where I can write for an hour or four.

Right, anywho, I’m working on the story with Sam, Mouse, Kyle, and Tommy that I’ve been brainstorming for the past year. I’ve posted a couple clips that I’ve come up with, as well as a couple pictures of actors that would look just like Tommy and Kyle, if only they were teenagers.

I’m going to keep this short, partially because if I’m going to be writing, it should be for the story, and partially because I worked all night, and it’s almost my bedtime. So here’s a clip, some more of the Sam and Kyle back and forth that I love so much:

“There’s a lot about me that would surprise you,” I told Kyle, realizing even as I spoke I sounded like a petulant child.

“Oh yeah?” he said with a smirk, obviously not believing me. “Such as?”

Oh crap.

I thought for a moment, trying to come up with something that would shut Kyle up but not embarrass me, all the while trying to ignore his increasingly smug expression.

“I have a wicked potty mouth,” I finally said.

Kyle burst into laughter.

“Seriously?” he chuckled.

“What?” I asked, pissed that I’d managed to embarrass myself despite my efforts.

“’A potty mouth’?” he asked incredulously. “If you word it like that, you so don’t have a ‘potty mouth.’” He snickered some more.

“And how should I have worded it?” I asked, glowering at him.

“I dunno, ‘I like to fucking swear?’”

“Ass,” I said, throwing a pillow at him.

“Oh, there’s the potty mouth,” he teased.