I'm writing a novel for Nanowrimo this month. I started on the 13th and am not doing nearly enough words per day, but I'm trucking along with hope.
I'm writing an antique novel. Basically, I'm visualizing it as a novel written a la the bad sci-fi novels of the 1890s. This allows me utter flexibility in churning out miles of sub-par prose, which is what makes NaNoWriMo so fun.
I did write a few good sentences so far. I'll post them here:
"It was not many hours that she was asleep. Her dreams were feverish, with climbings and fallings in Esheresque repetition. She dreamt she was in a hot tunnel, climbing downward forever. She dreamt of her mother, scolding her for not putting the rocking horse away. She dreamt quick, startled dreams that collapsed under any inquest, giving rise to other unjustifiable dreams that spun in and out of her, whirlwinds of refused meaning. Everything in her dreams was light-bleached and aggressive, as if the sun was eating through the film of her visions."
and
"Wet pines unloaded heavy drops of rain. "
Those are all the good lines so far that I can spot without procrastinating even further by expanding this blog entry. Just wanted to update you on what I'm doing.
Posted by argus at November 17, 2004 03:39 AM