Print Edition: November 21, 2012
Working title:Â The Metaphorical Giraffe
NaNoWriMo username:Â DessaYo
Confidence to finish 50,000 words in one month:Â 75 per cent
Current wordcount: 26,085
I am really tired. I’m about four days behind in writing.
You may have noticed that I changed the title of my novel. It is true that the giraffe is now a metaphor for something. What is it a metaphor for, you may ask? I don’t know yet. All I know is that it is no longer a talking giraffe, and it no longer comes back from the dead. I think it’s probably going to be a catalyst for my characters to change and grow. That’s how literature works, right?
My confidence to finish on time is dropping. I remember saying that I was going to spend a day getting caught up, but let’s be serious. There are three weeks left in the semester. Ain’t nobody got time for that shit.
Working title:Â [hysterical laughter]
NaNoWriMo username: smoot
Confidence to finish 50,000 words in one month: 69 per cent
Current wordcount: 23,571
My main character is no longer a virgin, so there goes that working title. I’m fucked, too. I haven’t written a word in days; I have presentations, essays and final exams hovering, due in the very, very near future.
I calculated an estimate of how many words I’d have to write if I completed my word count for NaNoWriMo as well as meeting the length requirements for my final papers: 32,429 words. And I didn’t include how many words I’d speak for my presentation, and how many words I might write for my final exams.
The plot is going well. Things are working out. It’s very dark and gothic. I am being very vague about historical details; I figure I’ll do the research and fill it in come December. But all in all, the story took a turn I didn’t expect, that’s for sure. Always interesting where your writing wanders, isn’t it?
Working title:Â The Big Smoke
NaNoWriMo username:Â ABiondi
Confidence to finish 50,000 words in a month: 60 per cent
Current wordcount: 37,063
It has begun. The death of the ending of my novel. As I write, I find that I must consider the actions of my novel more and more. And this deep thinking has taken me away from the multitudes of final projects, presentations and obligations I have due as the semester draws to a close.
Because of this, my novel has begun to take the back burner. I can’t seem to find the time that I had before to write the damn thing.
On top of this, I believe I am slowly losing my mind. It’s cold outside and dark and cold. It’s really cold. I hate it. I hate the rain. I hate the dark. I hate the cold. Thusly, my novel must suffer. On top of this, purchasing Guild Wars 2 may not have been a wise purchase for the middle of November.
