NaNoWriMo 2016...Ready

Title is self-explanatory :)

It's Woodbe Revisited for 2016.

Last Joe worked out so well last year. I'll be applying to Woodbe 2016 all I learned in 2015.

Spent the past half-hour housekeeping Blogger and NaNo.Updated here and there. Got my badge. Gotta have my badge. Gotta love badges.

And updated my NaNo email contact. WAS a Yahoo account, for years.

Outline is about ready. N minus 5 days.

Repose

Just fifteen wants I want. One for every day and eve the second half of this past NaNo lost to the job I must love so much I simply couldn't tear myself away from it.

I want rest.

I want to play again, Fallout 3, or Mass Effect, or Dragon Age Origins, or good ol' Morrowind, or just four or five Sudoku, or hunt the skies over Europe in a Hurricane in IL-2 Sturmovik.

I want Protagonize, and to protagonize with protagonizers I know and the new ones I shall meet.

I want my Music Mondays, and Melody Gardot singing Baby I'm a Fool in a bubble bath with her glasses on.

I want those fifteen days back, you hear!

I want a time machine, yeah.

I want to wink back and forth through time and take notes, and snap pictures, and have lots of batteries, a solar charger in my MEC knapsack, and megalo-terrabyte memory cards for the camera, o'yeah.

I want to meet famous people, and be an inexplicable puzzle across history's portraits and black-and-white souvenir snapshots.

I want to be Zelig, or Woody Allen, only taller.

I want to drag young Adolph from 1919 along with me, back-packing India, to broaden his mind, and convince him his future lies in commercial art.

I want a Swiss bank account, which has been amassing interest for as long as those Europeans have been honouring Switzerland's unique standing of neutrality.

I want world peace.

I want something Chinese for dinner tonight.

I want a really nice tea.

I want to write.

Prelude

I'm moving. My neighbourhood Real Canadian Superstore. I'm moving in, I've decided.

Superstore's got everything I might conceivably want in a home. Home furnishings, for instance. Bedding, comfy pillows. And pillow cases. Even lawn furniture. Yes, lawn furniture. For the bright someday lawn perhaps not abused by nocturnal dog-walkers as a pet toilet.

I digress. Reality intruded there. Reality, inconsiderate humans, and slave-jobbin' in a world-class city shall this crisp bright Saturday gain no more mental ground for sprouting their strangling weedlings.

Where was I? Moving into the Superstore. I'm packing, just as soon as this is tapped out.

I know where I'll be dining tonight. The Superstore! Food? Oh sure they have food. Fresh greens. Other colours, too. And exotics, from places around the world I've only dreamed of visiting. You want canned, packaged, frozen? Superstore's got 'em, sure. You want your dinner...alive, before you dispatch it, dish it, dine upon it? There's the aquarium. Well, okay, a Seafood Section. Tilapia and rainbow trout in tanks, headed into the current off the aerator and all going nowhere. Crustaceans and crabs, flexing their rubber-banded claws. And shellfish from the intertidal zone. It's as educational as the Vancouver Aquarium, really. Every show's no charge admission. I'm so glad tourists haven't heard about it.

Hey, but save room for dessert. Possibly the best part of any dining experience, the dessert. Cummon, admit it. Cake, cookies, confections, Superstore's sure to please any sweet tooth. I might sit down...no, lounge...I might lounge tonight, after whatever dinner's gonna be, and treat myself to four litres of Neapolitan ice cream. And a wafer cone.

Changed my mind. Popcorn, from aisle 20. Ginger ale from 3. They're currently looping Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows - Part 2 on the big screen in the Electronics department at Superstore. I will definitely roll the lounger over.

Now, to packing. Maybe also a little hammering away at the NaNo fantasy before I head over. I'm in the mood now.

Fuel

Mine ALL MINE.
Mwaahhhaahaa.
These should keep my inner NaNoWrimo monster happy past midnight tonight.

Monster need munchie.
I need to finish plotting whatever the story’s gonna be. And write the first anything before bed.

Yeah. I’m goin’ for it again this year.

NaNo Day 30: Happy, Really

Well, that’s my first NaNo about over.

Nope, did not reach the golden 50-thousand words. Though, now I have vast chunks of a very old project more real than if I hadn’t tried. I’m really happy about that.

A very interesting experience, it was. Learned a lot about how I write, and how I can write. Also, how I get in my own way, worse than all the daily…stuff I call obstacles.

Head’s tired. Not from NaNo, Nooo. There’s a section I’ll be tapping away at tonight before bed.

NaNo Day 26: Lucky Blog’osphere

Oooh, the blog’osphere’s sooo lucky. I just stopped myself posting...a thing. Re-reading it, I got it would’ve been nothin’ but another rant. Work-related, yeahhh. What else, eh?

Nahhh. Good self-edit, that.

Got an idea, tho, when I can get around to doing it, it might make a nice mature-rated Protag rant-exercise. For exorcising the little ranter in us all. Heyyy, that’s good. And I’d want it to be an addventure. Just because I like the branches thingy.

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Oh, yeah. Re the NaNoWriMo. Am still at it. Enjoying it, when I can do it. I think it’s better that I self-edit here, and don’t elaborate.

NaNo Day 12: Oop'sied Word Count

Forgot I had another word file I'd been NaNo'ing in. To clarify, there are a pack of these word files in my NaNo folder. Multiple files. Figured it safer to have several, rather than just everything in one file. The Not Putting Everything in One basket precaution. Makes sense, doesn't it? Computers, and e-files, aren't 100% foolproof. Nor am I. What if I oop'sied, deleted my Everything in One basket NaNo file, hmmm? A bit of a disaster, that. And noisy, most probably: I'd be wailing. Oh'yes. Wailing.

Anyway. That's not my way. Each day I write in a new word file. It makes it easy finding content, too. I'll ask myself, "Self, that bit about the brain monkeys. Did make a cute one-liner. It could make a story." Other-Self replies, "I know the bit. Jotted Nov 11. Got it." Just an example.

Back to my forgetfulness. Have these daily NaNo files. I total up the word counts from them. I missed one last night. Because I figured it more important to write than go online and update my NaNo word count total, I hadn't updated the total in a couple days. I forgot to add word counts from TWO days, only added the current one.

Did use the holiday well. Wrote steadily from Nov 10 evening through all Remembrance Day. 5146 words. I'm feeling kinda gleeful about that: I've never had a 5000-word writin' session.

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Just remembered another safeguard I should prob'ly do soon. Upload all so far written in an email to myself. An online back-up, let's call that.

NaNo Day 9: Today Ate a Gnu I Knew...Not Really, but It's a Title

NaNo's progressing. It's surprising me, really. I knew I hadn't a chance if I started with anything less than basic outline and characters' sketches. Without those, it'd be like striking off on a 50,000 word journey with a song in my heart and no map. Can we picture such as me, novice NaNo adventurer, um, soon lost? And then, wild-eyed and grasping at mirages, cobbling together any last hope? Cobbling say — this NaNo novice's diary, chronicling for the ages my hopeless expedition through the NaNo wilds.

Hmm. Sounds like that might've been fun, too. But, no, I won't have to play with that. That might've made a good exercise for 2009, when I swore myself purple I was just too busy and never started. I made a plan, going into NaNo 2010. 2010 would be different.

I began preparing well in advance. It might've been June, D-Day, Do Day. I would be ready. The Stupid'busy day job stopped me finishing the outline in time for the November 1 start, but I didn't want that to stop me even trying. I tend to complain...probably past the point of it being useful, in private...and make excuses. I've about had enough of my own excuses. Looking back on last Monday, when all this started, there was no good excuse for not starting. Knew my characters: each one's story within the big story. I knew the big story: Beginning, Mid-stuff, and Wow'ser Ending, all logical, and outlined enough. The hard work was done. Mostly, I'm only telling the story now. Heeding the advice of Protag pathfinders, and NaNo navigators gone before, to keep out of my own way.

The Big Picture

Okay.
So I'm not a tripod.
Am a biped.

Have spliced together my double rainbow.
Am going off-line now.
Have 45,000 words still to write.

2010 NaNoWriMo...A Go'Go! I must be nuts.

Add Gadget. In Blogger's layout design thingy.
Add picture. NaNoWriMo 2010 web badge. From my pc.
Link to NaNoWriMo user.
Save. Done.

If only those 50,000 words come as easily...

Yeah. Officially signed-up.
Web badge looks rather splendid in the sidebar, I'd say.
Can't go wrong with a monkey, eh?
Was 4600 words in, as of this morning, just after my oatmeal, and before rushing about to get to work.

Ain't Afraid of No Zombies

Bought 2 kilos of Rockets, for Hallowe'en: those tart candies, a fave when I was a kid. Do foresee myself savouring them into the New Year. I may take forever to finish writing projects, but I am disciplined about rationing sugary treats.

Reports are true. Zombies already are ranging freely, shambling along sidewalks, failing to navigate around each other, during Saturday shopping at Superstore.

I've barricaded doors, and windows especially: movie zombies always grab the stupid who stand in front of windows, after all.

I've deleted all that wordy yada'yada re the busy workweek just ended. It's really irrelevant, in light of what this night will bring. Perhaps might have to rush out later, rescue trapped friends, round-up survivors, transport our pitifully small number across a nightmarish city someplace safe, properly illuminated, noisy with music, and twenty-eight floors up.

For the moment, I'll play some more with my NaNoWriMo plot.

...At Ease...

Well, I've visited fave folks over at Protag.

There's a lot of enthusiasm building over there re this NaNoWriMo.

I'm finding the enthusiasm's contagious. Contagious in the best sense of the word. No disease. I'm feeling kinda...at ease...over quite probably, actually gonna'be'giving this month-long writing exercise a go. There's the point I keep hearing about participating, doing this NaNo. Do it for the fun of it. I intend to.