Gathering in the Hall at Midnight

It wasn’t the bonanza of writing I expected, but I pushed my story up another twenty-one hundred word after my eyes returned to normal, and I found the time to make it to the computer between bouts of running here and there.

Finest kind, I’m tellin’ you.

Finally removed the last sub-folder, and all my text files are Attack 0714looking pretty in the light of a new day.  I’m more than half-way through this section, and I spy a scene that I may not need.  I also see a heading I might change by giving a particular character a different name, and thereby giving the scene the name of an episode of Doctor Who that would have had the same title.  See how my mind work?  So many “What if?”‘s that it’s not even funny.

I’m surprised by the length of each scene, though.  Two right around the two thousand word mark, four more in the low thousands, and the rest above the “Work in Progress” mark in the mid-hundreds.  The plotting for this section worked as I expected:  I kept things low where needed, and built up things when necessary.

The scene you see that is labeled “Work in Progress”, that’s likely going to be a short one, but the two that follow–yeah, they’ll take up some wordage.  At least fifteen hundred, maybe a couple of thousand each.  Before I get to that third scene, though, I’ll have “won” Camp NaNo.

Yes, I’ll be over my thirty thousand word goal, and have won–if you want to think of writing thirty thousand words as some kind of victory.  To me, it’s just another day of writing:  bring up program, put words in, keep track of your count, give that little Fluttershy “yay” when you hit your goals for the day.

Looking at the scenes that remain in the story, I’m using my experience from putting stories together to give an estimate of hitting about thirty-five, thirty-six thousand words at the end of this part, and then maybe another four or five thousand words for the last section.  I’d originally charted for a twenty-five thousand word novella:  I may very well end up with a forty thousand word short, short, short novel.

Not that there’s anything wrong with that.

So, now:  I know, in my mind, what remains for the section, who lives and dies.  It’s all about finishing now, getting the story wrapped up before the end of the month, and then . . . I’m thinking it’s time to get another story edited and ready for the big upload, and getting some word done setting up my next work in progress for NaNo 2013.  I will edit, but I don’t feel like starting another original piece until November, because I have too damn many original pieces at the moment.  I’ve written one novel, one novella, published another novel, and I’m close to finishing what’s either going to be a long novella, or a short novel.

It’s somewhere around one hundred and twenty-five thousand words of new stories for this year, and that’s not doing me any good sitting on the computer.

The stories must flow, but if they aren’t seen by others, do they really exist?