Day 3 of NaNoWriMo 2013

Word Count Today: 2345

Word Count Total: 4110


I have decided to continue my NaNo from last year since I got to 50k and still had plenty of story left to tell – my fault, I suppose, since I sketched out not even half of the plot beforehand and it was so long I knew I would never get to the point I wanted to.  But I’m losing my love for this story and just want it done.


The plot is simple, Alice in Wonderland meets the Wizard of Oz in another galaxy, or rather neighboring galaxies, far far from us.  There’s steampunk elements, natural fairytale elements, two girls from entirely different backgrounds, and all kinds of villains while the two want to just get home at the end of the day.  In the end they will end up the reluctant saviors of two places while still not getting home, or will they?  Not sure yet.


My brain, however, feels like I am shoving through cotton and still cannot feel fresh air.  The words come out even harder than last year, when I was full of a month of planning and excitement over the story. 


I hate this feeling.


Maybe tomorrow will be better.


Wish I had gone with my idea of a retelling of the 12 Dancing Princesses, done in modern times.  I know if I had, Alice and Dorothy would still be stuck in Ozmandus trying to convince Hatter to help them, but I am just so… tired.  Tired of it all.

Not tired of life, I’ve done that song and dance before.  Just… exhausted.

Oh well, I may catch up today and I might not. 

Good night, dear empty void.

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How Does One Start a Blog?

Well, I doubt anybody will end up reading this.  Except me.  And maybe some nameless void out there who will read this sentence, shrivel into their shell and walk away wondering if I’m psychic.

Nah, not even then probably. 

But this seems as good a time as any to write.  I have nothing really to say, no great manifest on how to change the world or even change your day to day.  I count myself successful when I change my socks and step away from my computer to challenge the fiery ball of death outside trying to burn me to a crisp.  Or if I write more than two words. 

My challenge to myself – to write for at least thirty minutes a day until I can up that to an hour.  It will be difficult.  Sacrifices will have to be made.  TV shows will have to go unwatched.  I might even have to delete my Netflix account (say it ain’t so!).  But I want to be a writer.

I’ve wanted to be a writer since I knew what writers were.  As a child I thought them to be fantastic voyeurs who wrote out what people actually did, if not on this plane of existence then another.  I inserted my tiny self into countless wardrobes only to find disappointment, waited desperately for our unimpressed Australian shepherd to talk to only myself, and even explored my backyard for tiny villages of people looking for a savior.  I battled Darth Vader in our rickety jungle gym before jumping into Han Solo’s co-pilot seat.  I narrowly escaped the bumbling sheriff of Nottingham and the evil Guy of Gisbon into Errol Flynn’s charming embrace.  When I realized that the words came from pure imagination in someone else’s head, the world opened even more.

And yet at the ripe age of 27 I fail to have even accomplished one story.

So, I started an original piece back in November of 2012, for National Novel Writing Month.  I managed to squeak past the 50K word count, one day in the 20’s even writing over 8,000 to get back on track.  And on December 1st the story fell to the wayside, gathering dust as my characters shrank in my head.

No longer.  I must try to find a way to make them come alive again, to make ANY character come alive.

My name is unimportant.  You can call me Elle.  Elle Knight.

If you’ve read this far, welcome to the beginning.  Buckle your seat belt.  No promises, but I hope the ride will entertain you.

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