I picked up a couple of people on the f-list yesterday, and I'm looking to find some more interesting reads. So if anybody is sitting on some fabulous blogs, feeds, or LJ's, now's the time to spill.
Originally I started this journal for the purposes of nanowrimo, way back in, like, 2003. But as I went along, I decided I wanted more. I didn't just want to post wordcounts or bitch about how writing is ZOMG sooooooo hard one eleventy, but to read what other writers had to say. I like to have a diverse mix, and I like to find people who I think have something to say. I want to have those influences rattling around in my brain. I want to have that connection to other writers in the blogosphere.
So if I friend you, it's because I want to soak up your awesome like a flower soaking up water. Cool?
Aaaaaaaaand just when you thought you might get away without me laying down one of my own personal wordcount challenges, you found you you were wrong.
Today's goal: 3000 words. You know the standard contract. I fail and you guys come down on me like a Mongol horde. But instead of bows and stuff, with shame and derision. Which can hurt just as much, let me tell you.
If I win, Numfar does the dance of nyah nyah nyah nyah.
The wordcount stands currently at:
Wordcount: Story: Tower!Guy
So it's 35668 words by midnight or *bust*.
I know, I know. Why did I join
novel_in_90 if I was just going to do this? Because novel_in_90 is just 750 words a day, and I don't want to give myself the excuse to quit at 750 words when I have the steam to keep going much, much further.
Most days, it takes all I've got to keep my butt in this chair and keep typing on this one story. Because I get about three different ideas a day, and they all look shinier and prettier than what I'm working on. And if it's not ideas, it's the other temptations: washing dishes, screwing around on livejournal, memes, watching TV.
So I have to beat those urges back with a big giant stick. Every day. But the key to victory is not just staving them off for a few hundred words, but whipping them like a red-headed stepchildren until they goes to their room and cry like a little freaking girl and getting out
thousands of words.
So I'm off to run interference for my own brain.