Day 5

Since my post yesterday was so short, I decided to make this post a bit earlier in the day.

You folks get a special treat!

An EXCERPT! *DUN DUN DUUUUN*

Here's the one I posted on my Camp NaNoWriMo page:

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“C’mon Jillian ya French wimp-face!” Bailey shouted, snatching up two mugs as soon as they arrived. She whirled on the older woman and her ridiculous, concealing dress. “I’ll fight ya for that cute man over there, in the shirtsleeves with ‘is watch a’ hangin’ loose for somebody ta steal.”
Jillian seemed shocked at first, but when her eyes glanced at the young man drinking by himself – his pocket watch indeed, hanging by a gold chain – her eyes lit up. She turned back to the short woman and took the mug securely in one hand, tightening her grip around it and clinking it off Bailey’s.
“Victor gets to kiss him and take the watch,” she offered and Bailey grinned wickedly before bringing the glass to her lips.
“Ready?” asked Blaze, glancing over his shoulder at them, not really knowing what they were drinking over. “Go!” 
The two tipped their heads back and quickly started downing the heavy alcohol as fast as they could, gaining the attention of all the rough-and-tumble men around them, who scooted their chairs closer with eyes shining, tongues practically hanging out of their mouths as they swatted their knees and cheered the chugging lasses on. 
They went at if for almost a full twenty seconds before Jillian’s glass hit the bar a split second before Bailey’s did, both left with a frothy mark around their mouths where the beer had left it.
“I win!” Jillian cried, looking a bit tipsy already as she shoved the mug away toward the shocked bartender.
“Ya little twit!” Bailey fairly roared, wiping her lips and doting after the large-chested woman as she headed toward the lonely man, winking already. “Y’ only won ‘cause you drink wine all day over in France anyhow!”
Blaze motioned over his shoulder at them with his thumb, smiling at the bartender. “They’re my girls,” he said proudly, and the fat man behind the bar smiled wanly before turning and quietly wiping out the glasses, with nothing to say.

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Yaaaay! A round of cotton candy slushies for all. (On the house. Whoever they are). I love all the characters so far. They're so unique and brilliant and beautiful.
Except Circles.
But we don't speak of him often.

*flits away happily to do shcool*

~Silvermist

Day 4

Must write!

20k!

~Silvermist

Day 3

Hooooooooooo...... such a long day... I wrote about 3,500 words this morning in a spurt of word wars and creativity... I'm at 16,300-something... I'm so tired...

Woke up at 5:45, dumb alarm wasn't set so I freaked out and woke up 15 minutes early. Then my friend came over for math tutoring this afternoon and there went two more hours.

Dinner had better be good...

Now I'm listening to sad Japanese music and wistfully gazing at Word while instead I search for science resources. Oh well, at least the novel goes well.

I've been thinking a lot about the villain's motive. It's not very well thought-out but it has a lot of validity behind it and if I'm very, very careful I can pull it off. Meanwhile I have to build up the connection between the minor characters with the main one intricately or else my epic climax won't be as epic as I'd hoped.

So some notes to self:

-STOP! Do NOT separate the MC from the minor MCs!
-My second favorite FMC is not in character. Change that!
-Start using flashbacks! It's never too early!
-Find more muse music, the same 9 songs are getting old.

I send my heart out to other 'WriMo's. PERSEVERE!

~Silvermist

Day 2

Yeah, forgot to mention I can't post on Sundays. Sort of a house rule.
BUT! I started the novel yesterday, and I'm at 12k today! :D

It's a little crazy. I did 10k yesterday and 2 more today...

And, like every other year, I have no reward system. I just sit here writing endlessly with no way to clap myself on the back and say, 'go for that extra 800 words!'

So sad.

BUT SO HAPPY!

~Silvermist

Camp NaNoWriMo

Well, most of us are used to seeing the words 'Camp NaNoWriMo' and thinking 'YES! I can do this because there's finally no school in the way!'

Unfortunately, this year it's in April. We still have school, and although I have the month off work, I am a senior this year and have to graduate several weeks early. A tad stressful. Just a tad.

So to make sure I don't die of stress, I'm going to make even less time for myself and be sure to make (or try to make) one blog post a day to keep basic track on... stuff. So yeah. It might be a very, very short post once a day, either tracking my word count or my frustration as a writer put through a 65,000-word count goal in less than 30 days.

(It's always less than 30 days in my house. Nobody's going to just let me write every single day. *sigh*).

SO! If anybody reads this, you get to watch me transform from an insane writer to a super-insane-and-on-the-verge-of-breakdown writer. Have fun watching me lose it!

~Silvermist

A Take on Writers

You may forget, but writers are people. We have lives, we do school, we go to work at seven o' clock at night and then stay over the weekend!!!

But that aside. Writers have this weird, dynamic angle that lets them see the same thing you do, but see it in an entirely different context than you. Much the way that humans see snow as a nuisance, and dogs see it as white fluffy cold stuff to bounce around in...

In a slightly more sympathetic instance, if you see a flower pot you see a flower pot. I, on the other hand, would automatically assume it's either a magical hotspot for those pesky mini-gremlins that infect the wall, or a misused helmet mold for the warriors of the Farway Realm of death.

Oh dear, dinner just got called. I must depart, but LET IT BE KNOWN!

WRITERS ARE PEOPLE, WE'RE JUST WEIRD!

Fail for this being a long-though-out post but being short anyway,
Silvermist

The Truth Update

The Truth < click link

Finally, after a long time! Here is the next update of 'The Truth', my August Camp 'WriMo novel 2012. :)

~Silvermist