Nano day 2
I got a late start to my writing today. The good writing time I got yesterday morning was taken up by book club today. Then medical junk (both mine and that of a family member) got in the way of time I thought I would be writing later in the day. I finally got started when my daughter went out for her half-birthday dinner date with her daddy (you get an icon of the little cutie in honour of her day!). Well, no, I still putzed around online for an hour before I finally shut my browser.
So I started at 8 pm. With an hour break for one of those medical issues and another half hour for half-birthday cake. I gave up on writing just after 1 am, which means I got in a solid (well, solid after you take out the interruptions?) 3.5 hours of writing. But I wrote 4419 words in that time. Better than yesterday which was a solid hour, then 2 interrupted hours, then 8 hours of pointlessly trying to concentrate. Moral of the day-- shut Chrome!
Anyway, here's my handy little bar chart thing.
8018 / 50000 words. 16% done!
I would attempt to figure out how to link to the stats thing on the NaNo site (I've seen it done, so I know it's possible), but since I posted my word count after midnight, it's not accurate. Those are day two words. I was falling asleep writing, so only the last 500 or so were actually written today.
Anyway, here's my quote of the day. It's a full paragraph, but I like it. I didn't really expect Taylor's mom to play much of a role in the story, so this surprised me a little. In a good way (I keep being surprised by moms making unexpected appearances in my stories-- weird)
“Mother,” she cried out in the voice of her own childhood. The woman dropped the basket and scooped Taylor up into her arms, spinning her around until they both fell into the grass in happy exhaustion. Lying together, they gazed at the lazy clouds overhead, talking about the everyday affairs of life. Much of the conversation was coloured by the royal life they led, but occasionally the words echoed conversations Taylor and her own mother had had in the past. Rolling onto her side, she laid her head on her mother's shoulder and curled into her. “Don't ever leave me, mother,” she whispered.
So I started at 8 pm. With an hour break for one of those medical issues and another half hour for half-birthday cake. I gave up on writing just after 1 am, which means I got in a solid (well, solid after you take out the interruptions?) 3.5 hours of writing. But I wrote 4419 words in that time. Better than yesterday which was a solid hour, then 2 interrupted hours, then 8 hours of pointlessly trying to concentrate. Moral of the day-- shut Chrome!
Anyway, here's my handy little bar chart thing.
I would attempt to figure out how to link to the stats thing on the NaNo site (I've seen it done, so I know it's possible), but since I posted my word count after midnight, it's not accurate. Those are day two words. I was falling asleep writing, so only the last 500 or so were actually written today.
Anyway, here's my quote of the day. It's a full paragraph, but I like it. I didn't really expect Taylor's mom to play much of a role in the story, so this surprised me a little. In a good way (I keep being surprised by moms making unexpected appearances in my stories-- weird)
“Mother,” she cried out in the voice of her own childhood. The woman dropped the basket and scooped Taylor up into her arms, spinning her around until they both fell into the grass in happy exhaustion. Lying together, they gazed at the lazy clouds overhead, talking about the everyday affairs of life. Much of the conversation was coloured by the royal life they led, but occasionally the words echoed conversations Taylor and her own mother had had in the past. Rolling onto her side, she laid her head on her mother's shoulder and curled into her. “Don't ever leave me, mother,” she whispered.