So now you know. When I’m ahead, I might blog, if I’m not currently typing madly while squee-cackling. If I’m behind, I’m too busy bashing my head on my desk to type anything that doesn’t count as words on my NaNo.
Guess where I’ve been most of this month.
Hiro and Co. are being…difficult. It’s hard that I’m in a whole new world. No matter how much I worldbuilt in the months leading up to NaNo, it’s not going to come close to how well I know Eve’s galaxy. The good news? Now I know why Fidelis faltered, and I know what to do (more WORK, sigh) to fix it. The bad? I’m…kinda lost when it comes to worldbuilding. Hiro has land-squid and carnivorous squirrels. While I don’t treat them in a silly manner, I must admit they are inherently silly. They actually came out of my asking for suggestions in a very silly chat. *shifty eyes*
Anyway. Where writing in Eve’s galaxy has apparently become so second-nature I thought it intuitive, with Hiro’s world I’m having to think. And I’m not used to having to think about setting. Case in point: for three days I banged my head on my desk as all my friends, even those who’d been behind, pulled past me and sprinted for the winner’s circle while I couldn’t write ONE DAMNED SCENE. And I needed to write it–I couldn’t skip it because I didn’t know enough of what happened in it. No matter how I poked at planning it, I couldn’t figure it out, either.
Then last night, in desperation, I changed my pretty pastoral village with a water-wheel (in which I had meant to snag a water dragon, or perhaps an undine) into a squalid, struggling, tiny collection of huts in a dark forest. Whereupon Ume’s adoption of a land-squid, and Hiro’s sneezing fire (he has a cold) led to the villagers crying “Witch!”
Bwahahaha.
Three thousand words later…