I’m Still On Track

So, I’m still on track.

I’m probably the only person on earth to read this blog, but it doesn’t matter anyway.

It’s okay, because I’m still on track. I’m still in the running for 50,000 words, and I intend to be for the rest of this month. Because I swear that I’m going to make it. I don’t care what other people say, I don’t care what my NaNo Stalker, (Kayla) says about how I should be writing instead of doing dumb stuff on Facebook. I don’t care, because, by the end of every day, I have already completed my word count.

I’m still on track.

After all of this is said, I’m still on track.

Miranda

Okay, Doing Okay…TV and Strange, Confused and Plotting…

So, as NaNoWriMo stands right now for me, I’m behind in my 100,000 word count. But I’m ahead in my 50,000 word count. Which means I’m doing okay.

It’s because I’ve been watching too much TV this week, you know, three and a half hours of FOTR on Wednesday, four hours of TT yesterday, and nearly two hours of Hangman’s Curse today. Oh, well, I’ll catch up soon.

I tried.

But Willow is being a little weird right now, acting kind of strange and funny. Will’s confused and sad, but he’s happy at the same time. (It’s sort of hard to explain.)

Rath is plotting. Plotting. And running. And plotting some more.

So, that’s where the story is right now, and no one reads this blog, so why am I writing it? Hey, Kayla! Get your friends to comment on this blog, please?

Miranda

So How’s It Going?

If someone were to ask me how NaNoWriMo was going, I’d tell them, “Very good and awesome.”

No, I didn’t meet my word count last night, but that’s okay, because I’m like, 6,000 words ahead of the game. I only didn’t write enough last night because I was watching The Fellowship of the Ring extended version, which was 3 and a half hours long.

It was cool.

Anyway, Inhabitation is going well. Will rocks, Rath is evil and scary, and everything is going awry for both of them. Poor Will! He lost one of his best friends already, and now he’s wounded because Rath gave him a gash on his side.

Rath’s wandering through a forest, trying to find his way out. He’s exhausted, and mad.

Willow’s serving breakfast right now, but things are about to go crazy yet again in a few minutes.

Rathil is kind of gone.

Ace of Hearts just died. Sad. I liked Ace.

Will’s all confused, but he’s relaxing right now. He’ll get more confused later. (Right, Kayla? )

I wonder what’s going to happen next. I want to read this book, but it’s not done yet. I wish the writer would hurry up and finish it.

Workin’ on this awesome book,

Miranda

Yes, I’m the procrastinator…

Miranda can eat words for breakfast, hundreds at a time. Trevor doesn’t seem like he even needs to think while he writes, it just goes. Me, I’m the slow one.
I have no idea where my procrastination comes from. Probably my mothers genes, but let’s pretend I didn’t say that. Maybe it’s because I have that ‘Oh, I can always do it later’ mindset. I don’t think I’m ever in a hurry. Well, NaNo is forcing me to.
I hate hurrying.
You are probably thinking ‘then why the heck are you doing this?’ Ask my friends. My answer will always be because it’s fun. Call me insane… I know I am.

Now, about my NaNo story. I got to 4,619 words last night. 2k less then my buddies. I have to catch up today. So, Miranda, STOP WRITING! Please? Pretty please?

-Kayla

A Very Special Day

Yippie-kye-yay, kye-yay, today is a special day!

NaNo, as Trevor has already said, has begun.

We started at 12:00 AM this morning. I was awake until 3:00 AM, writing my new novel. Inhabitation. I’ve already met my word count for today, but I’m going to write more, anyway. After this post.

I nearly posted on here at 3:00, but I was exhausted, so I didn’t. It was really fun, though, and we talked to Kayla over webcam since she couldn’t be here.

NaNoWriMo has begun. NaNoland is here. Yay!

Miranda

letITbegin

Yippie-ti-yay. NaNoWriMo has begun. Wicked.

I am exceptionally excited, although the lack of vehement punctuation on my part belies every word I write. It’s true, nonetheless. My excitement is as genuine as the fact that I can write a post like this without a dictionary. Magnificent.

I feel brilliant. My personal commitment is to write 100,000 words this November, and as of right now, an hour and a half into NaNoWriMo, at 1:30 AM, I am 1/100th of the way done. That’s right, my beautiful audience. I wrote a thousand words tonight. A grand. One thousandth of a million. Two times five-hundred. Astonishing.

I rock the earth. Literally. The earth trembles at my feet ’cause I have stayed up till midnight to write this crazy novel I call Possessed. I am the Possessed one. I hooked up an amp to my keyboard and turned the volume and the bass up all the way. Now the ground shakes whenever I strike a key. Now, imagine that every word is an average of 4.59 words long. That means that the ground shook 4,200.672 times as I wrote. And that was just the first night. 4,200.672 times one hundred equals 420,067.2. Wowee.

Don’t check the math. You will discover that I didn’t quite write a thousand words. I fudged. I wrote 987. Growl.

And I just told you that I lied. Crud.

Brilliant. Brilliant me.

That’s it. I’m brilliant. And tired.

Goodnight.

And I don’t use this many paragraphs while I’m writing my novel.

And I don’t split infinitives. Ever.

Nevereverever.

And I don’t want to stop typing, because my coffee finally kicked in now that I want to go to bed.

Wonderful.

-Trevor