this is what 50000 words looks like

I am, frankly, feeling a little giddy at the moment. Just this evening I finished my NaNoWriMo novel. I went to a write-in this evening downtown, after spending a big chunk of Thanksgiving puttering away between bouts of cooking. Wrote a couple thousand words at the write-in before the coffeeshop closed, at which point I was only 1500 away, so I rode back home (yes, with a new helmet, on ye olde Townie instead of the Xtracycle) and just pushed through to the end, which as it turned out was almost 600 words over the 50,000 mark.

I don’t know yet if it’s something I can work into a readable state. I do know that a lot of the writing is clunky and awkward, some of it is badly rushed, and there’s a huge chunk of flashback in the middle that may or may not be appropriate for the final piece. But all that can wait a little bit. (I am actually interested in having a couple of gentle readers who like high fantasy look at it and tell me if they think it can be salvaged.) And honestly, the fact that I did this, now, after having been essentially completely stuck with my writing for probably over five years…means I know I can do it again if I want to. Also, that I still love writing, even fighting with the clunky bits and the moments of OMG this is too boring to stand. Finally, that I have other stories to tell, not just the scifi novel that I’ve been fighting with off and on since (gulp) 1994. Actually, now that I think about it, I think I have some ideas about how to wrestle the last big section of that to the ground after this experience.

The “snowflake method” helped immensely; I didn’t go all the way through the process, but as far as I did gave me a solid foundation to work from, including a sense of where the story needed to go. Chris Baty’s No Plot No Problem! book was also helpful, as you might imagine for a work written specifically for NaNo writers. The bit that made the biggest difference for me was the trick of writing two lists: stuff I like in novels, and stuff I hate in novels. Just a good reference for things to toss in when I was getting stuck, and for recognizing when I was writing into a bit of bleh. (My story didn’t have ninjas, but bandits are always good in a pinch. Also, freakishly, the inspiration of a scene from The Craft. No, really.)

Finally, a (mostly*) unsolicited incredibly enthusiastic recommendation for Scrivener. I’ve never been especially devoted to any particular platform for writing. I started out with paper notebooks in my childhood, then graduated to a typewriter, then discovered MSWord in college. I’ve written in several different versions of that, plus Open Office; I started this month’s novel in Google Docs. Then I tried out Scrivener and it was awesome. Great mix of a tool for writing and a tool for organizing writing. Was able to import my inspiration bits (art found on wikipedia plus a selection of pictures from flickr) to have handy, the cards are tremendously useful for finding my place and seeing where the overall story is at. I like the fullscreen, and honestly, with as distracted as I get by the shiny shiny internets, it’s good to have a writing tool that can be used w/out a connection. As C noted, I have now pretty much talked myself out of a netbook, and into keeping the old Macbook for the time being. ::sigh:: But I’m loving Scrivener enough to make up for hauling around something a little larger than I’d really prefer.

So, yeah. It’s a novel. Still giddy. Might be giddy for a while. Might not get to sleep for a while, either. 🙂

* I say “mostly” because I did use the special NaNoWriMo trial version, and I’m fully intending to use my winner coupon to buy it at 50% off, and I’m sure the Scrivener folks do the sponsorship thing to get that sort of attention. But they certainly didn’t ask me specifically to try it out!

And it was going so well, too…

On the one hand, NaNoWriMo is going pretty damn well. I was stalled out for a while there, through most of last week, and it was a good thing that I got off to a quick start. But the last couple of days I got caught up again, and I’m now both over 40,ooo words and about a day ahead. Today I even figured out how to pull it all together for the ending!

On the other hand, I had a gnarly fall tonight, coming home from work on my way to the grocery store. I was turning up into a driveway and my front tire hit the edge wrong, so that my front wheel slid sideways and I just fell over. Landed HARD on my left side, scraped my elbow, banged up my knee (not the one I messed up 5 years ago, but the other one) and smacked the side of my head. I got up, made sure nothing was broken, and walked the rest of the way to the store…a very nice woman in a dept of licensing shirt had pulled over and asked if I was okay, should she call anyone, etc. but I just did my shopping and biked (slooowly) home.

Discovered that I’d torn my capilene shirt (strangely, the jacket is fine) and cracked my helmet. Cracked my helmet. I think about what it felt like when my head hit the ground… ::deep breath:: When I had that fall before, I don’t think the helmet would’ve made much difference one way or the other, most of the force was on my leg. This time…yeah, it probably kept me from cracking my SKULL.

I want to get back to my novel, but I still feel pretty shaken up, even after a hot bath, neosporin & bandages, ice pack on the leg, probably too many mint milanos, and some silly kids’ cartoons. And I am going to have a hell of a bruise tomorrow on my thigh just above the knee, I just hope I can walk on it. Bleh. Is it crazy that I’m just mad I won’t be able to ride tomorrow?

Beside having to replace the helmet — which I bought less than a month ago! — I want to take some time to give my bike a once-over, make sure everything’s in good condition. Well, both of my front headlights are messed up, to begin with. They work, but they look trashed. At least I’ve got an extra-long weekend to fuss over everything.

Maybe it’s a night to go to bed early and get some extra rest. After all, I’m ahead of schedule on my novel, so I can always get back to it tomorrow.

The road from Tacoma, WA to Altadena, CA is scary

Meet Kelly, the van.

I’ve gone between Tacoma and Altadena a bunch of times, mostly in college when I still went home for Christmas.

In the early 90s, my boyfriend had a 1974 Volkswagen van that was held together with hope and duct tape. The mechanic down the street from mom’s had gotten it running; hilariously, it had a starter button back by the engine…someone had to stand in the back and press the button before you could go. He drove us on that trip in that van several times, and every time was white-knuckle in a slightly different way!

When we drove up to move in together, he learned how to drive while driving north. That trip was more of a caravan, we had not only us and all our stuff, but the aforementioned mechanic, his wife, and a random hippie kid who was a friend of my boyfriend’s (and who had nothing better to do that summer). We mostly took 101 that time, in order to have a slightly more leisurely journey. The most memorable bit: we were somewhere in central CA, I was dozing in the back seat, and he took an offramp a little…no, make that way too fast, and tipped the van up onto the right two wheels. I woke up to the view of the pavement, terrified. Amazingly enough, the van righted itself, and we stopped by the side of some random country road, while R ran out into a field screaming at the top of his lungs FREAKING OUT.

That Christmas, he just barely managed to have it repaired by a friend (which leads to its own VERY long story) right before we headed south. For some reason, I suggested not just Hwy 101, but Hwy 1. In December. What was I thinking?! (I think I was remembering a childhood vacation in a Volkswagen van, going to SF then up 1 for a bit.) In Oregon, we did a 180 on the icy highway on a Sunday morning: one moment we were burbling along, singing along to a Beatles tape, the next we were facing the other way, having gently bounced against the railing…that led down into an icy slough. We didn’t go into the slough, and there wasn’t anyone else on the road. (Hmmmm, I wonder why…)

Further south, when we headed off to Hwy 1, that whole section — hours and hours of driving — was white-knuckle, taking that van up around crazy turns, staring down at cliffs that broke directly into the sea. And have I mentioned that R was not exactly a great driver? Enthusiastic, certainly, but somewhat hair-raising.

On the way back, we decided to take I5 and at the Gorman Pass, some belt or another broke, and we were broken down on the side of the road. I was so freaked out that I don’t remember exactly how that got resolved, but we did have to come back home briefly, which I found mortifying beyond belief. Finally we got back on the road, to drive slower than pretty much everything else in the under-powered van, shivering under blankets because the heat went kaput.

About a week later, one of the highways we’d driven on collapsed in the Northridge earthquake. Something about that seemed appropriate somehow.

Sunset You Can Build: Trimwork

Sunset You Can Build: Trimwork

author: Sunset Books
name: Elaine
average rating: 4.00
book published: 2009
rating: 4
read at: 2009/10/19
date added: 2009/11/19
shelves: home-improvement, non-fiction
review:
Sunset is putting out some fantastic home-improvement books these days! Great photos, clear details. Am, so help me, looking forward to building stuff.

Nine Gates (Breaking the Wall, #2)

Nine Gates (Breaking the Wall, #2)

author: Jane Lindskold
name: Elaine
average rating: 3.56
book published: 2009
rating: 5
read at: 2009/11/01
date added: 2009/11/19
shelves: fantasy, fiction
review:
Great follow-up, can’t wait to see what comes next!