It’s winding down, and I’m thinking I’ll finish at over 30k words at the least. I’m hoping to finish the story itself before the year’s end, but I’m not sure any more. The most important part of a paranormal romance has still yet to happen, though there’s been plenty of UST. Granted, I don’t let it go on for too long, because I hate being that hard on my characters.
Finally some progress. I was able to get some writing done tonight to up my word count, plus get some notes down so I have something to go off of tomorrow. I did underestimate how much longer this story was going to be though. I thought I had maybe 30k words left, but I see that I have quite a bit more. Maybe another 30k; I’m not sure, but The Broken Rose is looking to be nearly as long as Northern Lightsmuch to my surprise. This is of course before editing, which may cut it down significantly. I’m still hoping to finish by the end of this year, and I’m also still hoping to get 30k words written before the end of this year’s NaNoWriMo, but we’ll see. I do have off the next couple of days for the Thanksgiving holiday.
No writing was done today either. I came home from my jazzercise class and went to bed. Though I did start reading A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms, the prequel to the illustrious A Song of Ice and Fire Series, both of which I recommend. It’s very good so far and shows a world a hundred years prior to the events of ASOIAF and from the point of view of a commoner, Duncan the Tall or just Dunk, a hedge knight.(the link is a bit spoilery if you haven’t read the novellas btw), so it’s an interesting change of view since the “current” novels are mostly written from the view point of nobles at least at the beginning. I’ll more than likely write a review of this.
Shit…this is a post about my (lack of) word count, isn’t it?
No words written today. I was still recovering from that argument I mentioned before. Yes, I am this sensitive. No, I will not just grow a thicker skin. I wish it worked like that for me. Some people seem to have the ability to brush these things off easily, whereas I constantly struggle with confidence and self-doubt. I often think of Yeats’s poem “The Second Coming” (which I honestly think of a lot anyway due to various reasons) for the line:
“The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.”
But then I just worry that I’m being narcissist in thinking that I’m only doubting because I’m “the best.” So many meta webs…
I saw the first Mockingjay movie this weekend (it was phenomenal btw. I had very few complaints. This is not a review, so I shall not be airing them here), and ever since I’ve had Rue’s four note whistle stuck in my head, but then…something changed. Another song began to worm its way into my brain at the same time (it happens quite often with me). It was the music played in the Northern Cave in FFVII, and I realized it began with those same four notes. Well…not exactly. I’m trying to figure out the difference. I want to say Rue’s song is major and the NC music is minor, but I think they’re both minor. It would take too much effort for me to set up my keyboard and figure this out so I’m just going to post links to both songs.
With the Northern Cave song you have to wait about 20 seconds for the music to start.
Today I took part in an argument that drained me to the core. It centered around a certain defense essay, and now I’m just tired and sad. You can have all the words in a thousand tongues and people still won’t understand you. I finally realized that I was arguing how life circumstances have to be considered for every action because nothing comes out of a vacuum, and how me and the person were seeing it was utterly continent on our life circumstances. The meta was not lost on me.
I’m tired and sad because of the true core of the subject matter, and I’m feeling more nihilistic because in reading another blog post about the actual origin of Thanksgiving (which I did know before, but refreshers are always good), I have to face the truth that I was more right in my essay than I initially knew and that most of what we’re told when were young is lie. Now in most cases this is done to protect and not to deceive (as was the situation in my defense), but a lie by any other name is still just as false.
Well…you didn’t come here for my descent into nihilism, did you? You came here for a word count.