ONE CRABBY DAD'S JOURNEY THROUGH FATHERHOOD, MARRIAGE AND THE WORK WEEK.
Word Count: 235/3747
Small gains. I left work early today and slept the afternoon off. Either lack of sleep, or it was an echo of what Dragon had. Not sure. I’m on the warm and fuzzy end of some Z Quilt right now. Spaced right the eff out.
I do find a certain motivation in posting my word count. I’ve wanted to just shut down for a little while, but I wanted to get some words down, so I held off. In a roundabout way, I owe you, my dutiful readers, a thanks. Even if you skip past these posts, the motivation is still there. Even if it’s nothing special, a little over 200 words, the motivation is still there. So thank you, guys, truly.
Word Count: 1107/3492
Puking kid and limited sleep aside, today wasn’t without some small success. Don’t get me wrong, I like an impromptu day off as much as the next guy, but I prefer it to happen under better circumstances.
I’ve been reacquainted with one of my favorite things about writing: Making up shit on the fly, but shit that makes sense and adds value. Just like that, there’s a new layer to the mythos. It’s great.
I’m wrapping up the day by taking in a bit of Pacific Rim. I like the movie a fair bit. It’s giant robots versus giant monsters, what’s not to love? Sure, it’s not Shakespeare, but that’s what I love about it. It’s not trying to be anything beyond what it knows it is. It sticks to it, and it kills it.
Also: Charlie Day.
Home today because Dragon has thrown up a few times, starting at about 2 AM. She laid down with me after the first go, and I spent that time in an exhausted state of high alert. Every twitch could have been more puke.
Thankfully, I don’t have much of a sympathy vomit reflex. Let’s see how the day unfolds, shall we?
Update: 3 times.
Word Count: 470/2385
I’m not breaking any records. This isn’t going to be held up as a NaNoWriMo effort. This is the tortoise. Slow and steady, slow and steady.
One chapter down, and it’s feeling a little more comfortable with every bit added. I’ve never done written much in a first person voice, so I wasn’t sure how it would work, but it feels like all the first person perspective stuff I’ve read has been stored away as some kind of fuel, and now it’s starting to burn.
The important thing is that it’s feeling fun to write.
I aim for two things:
1. I think a breakneck pace will suit this well. Lots of action and running and trying to figure a way out of a bad situation. This implies lots and lots of bad situations. That’s never quite been my style, either, but with all the challenges, what’s one more?
2. While I believe in letting the story play itself out, I’m aiming for the 76,000 word mark. Given my tendency to run on, I hope this will force me to keep things somewhat tight and focused. This ties into the first point rather directly.
I’m trying to figure out what it means that I find it easy to write in the voice of a character whom I know is a self-righteous dick.