I reached 30,000 words today on my NaNo novel this morning. I was on a freaking ROLL, and I think all of the words today except for one section are new words. What I mean is that because a lot of this book is based on real experiences, sometimes I can get away with using old blog posts and poems instead of actually writing new stuff. I justify it because it’s still MY writing and also at least 70% of this book is new stuff so yeah. Anyways, most of the 3,389 words I wrote today were new as of today.
What I really like about the format in which I am writing this book is that I only have to write my favorite things: internal and external dialog. Internal dialog is done via her blog posts, external is done via IM, text, emails, FB messages, etc. It’s like playwriting but better because playwriting makes it hard to include internal stuff. And that’s my favorite stuff!
So I’m 3/5ths of the way there, and that is insane to me. I cannot believe that I’ll have a finished first draft of my senior thesis novel in two weeks. A month ago I would have predicted that after writing about 10,000 words, mostly comprised of old blogs, I would give up and watch Supernatural for ten hours a day. Thankfully, that has not been the case. This is the best worst idea I’ve ever had, and I can’t wait to see what it ends up looking like.
Also, I know I’ve talked about this on FB a lot lately, but I am COMPLETELY OBSESSED with Hoodie Allen. He is all I listened to this morning while I wrote, he is all I listen to when walking around campus (which makes me feel very thug, as you would expect), and he is all I listen to while I get ready in the morning. I don’t even know what he’s talking about most of the time (though it appears that at least 43% of his lyrics are just his name) but the beats are really cool and he sounds so into it. Also he’s cute, so, you know. That helps.
This is my first weekend off in a while, so I’ll probably spend it cleaning my room/bathroom, doing NaNoWriMo, preparing the apartment for my mom’s visit next week, sleeping, and hopefully going to see Wreck it Ralph, if my stupid dude friends will go with me. Ellen, hurry back to Oregon. These boys are so hard to corral without you, and all of our bread is moldy.
