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NaNoWriMo 07: Day 15

So I hit 25k today! What a great feeling it is to reach halfway through the novel! It's true what they say: you begin to start hating the novel, you start to think that the novel is crap.

I've been tempted many times to just give up the whole damned thing. Many a time I stared at the empty page, mocking me with my inability to go on. Many a time there was when I pulled my hair in despair when I wrote my characters into a corner. (Don't be surprised when next you see me, I have less hair!)

I mean, seriously. My protagonist lands up in a hospital after he knocks into an elephant god by mistake when he gets lost in the city. He then proceeds to get the living daylights beaten out of him, but because he's the hero, he survives.

But then no matter how many times I give him a chance to escape from the hospital (so that he can continue the damn plot), he just refuses and stays in the hospital! The nerve! I've finally got him out, but not without some coaxing and navel-gazing.

But on the whole I'm glad I stuck with the novel. To quote a cliche, it may be a piece of crap, but it's my piece of crap.

Comments

  1. Ted

    I was in a similar situation when I hit 25K. It also didn't help that I've been unwell. Anyways, I was wondering how to proceed with the story, and decided to soldier on, and lo and behold, my main character and one of her allies took me firmly by the hand, took over my AlphaSmart and showed me the way.

    My NaNovel is also my piece of crap.

    Together, let's keep cra ... er, nano-ing.

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  2. Amen to that! Let's keep soldiering on for out little pieces of cra- er, NaNovels!

    I'm still waiting for MY character to take over my ibook with his pals and show me the way. But I think he's too full of himself at the moment and won't be bothered to help anyone but himself. The nerve of some characters!

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  3. go go go!!!!

    (i'll stand on the sidelines handing out chilled bottles of mineral water and wet towels as you all rush past)

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